After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Chapter 955: Chapter 955 Ah, comfortable!

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Lin Gantang sat down beside Wang Yingying, and Wen Yanqing pulled out the chair next to her.

Lin Huan hadn’t expected to see Wen Yanqing, excited yet nervous, but luckily his two years of management experience wasn’t for nothing. He quickly controlled his expression, not letting himself lose composure.

He greeted the other party, and Wen Yanqing nodded slightly in response.

At a private gathering of friends, Lin Huan felt it wasn’t appropriate to use the formalities of the business world. If his girlfriend saw him putting on the same clinging manner as those people outside, she’d probably bash his head in.

Although he wasn’t that sort of pushy person.

Lin Huan handed out his business card with decorum, and seeing the other party accept it, he felt somewhat pleased.

Lin Gantang tilted her head and chatted with Wang Yingying next to her. As the three of them talked, Hong Shuangying mentioned Hang Tianjin: “I invited him, but he said the company arranged for him to do an interview… who was it? Can’t remember, then he said he couldn’t make it because the interviewee only had time tonight.”

Wang Yingying looked a bit disappointed.

Lin Gantang’s clear eyes swept over Wang Yingying, and suddenly she remembered, Wang Yingying had mentioned she had someone she liked.

“So, you like Hang Tianjin?” Lin Gantang asked.

Otherwise why be disappointed.

Wang Yingying’s gaze shifted away as she fiddled with the teacup in front of her: “That’s not it… ”

That somewhat coy demeanor told Lin Gantang everything she needed to know without further questions.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Hong Shuangying was closer to Wang Yingying and knew more. She said, “It’s an unspoken crush. Who knows when she suddenly fell for him, too scared to confess.”

The old Wang Yingying never showed any signs of interest in Hang Tianjin.

Wang Yingying, looking at the people present, shyly reached over to hit Hong Shuangying, signaling her to stop talking.

“What’s there to be afraid of? No one here is going to laugh at you.” Hong Shuangying said, “You and his family are a match in terms of social status, your parents would only approve if you two really got together.”

Lin Gantang nodded, agreeing with what Hong Shuangying said.

She called the waiter over to serve Longjing tea, poured a cup for Wen Yanqing, then turned to Wang Yingying: “Is Tianjin a finance journalist?”

Wang Yingying replied, “Hmm.”

She cheekily winked at Wang Yingying, “Do you want him to come over?”

Wang Yingying looked toward Lin Gantang, and Hong Shuangying also leaned in, curious to hear what she’d say.

Lin Gantang leaned in and whispered, “Just tell him Yanqing is here, didn’t he want to interview him before? Why no word?”

Hong Shuangying, Wang Yingying: “!”

That’s right, the CEO of Shengfang Plaza, compared to some entrepreneur whose name they can’t even remember, it was clear which interview would carry more weight!

They hadn’t expected Wen Yanqing to accompany Lin Gantang here; Wen Yanqing’s time, when converted into money, was incredibly valuable. At such a small gathering, they hadn’t imagined that such a prominent figure would grace them with his presence.

With the CEO’s wife’s own hint, Hong Shuangying immediately helped her friend seize the opportunity, pulling out her phone to open her contacts.

“Have you all arrived?”

At that moment, the beaming Bei Bei came in, opening the door to the private room.

Her chin-length bobbed hair swished playfully with her movements.

Hong Shuangying raised her head and smiled: “Bei Bei’s here.”

There were only two seats left up front, one next to Lin Huan and the other to the right of Wen Yanqing.

Bei Bei walked decisively, her thoughts unknown to everyone. She approached Wang Yingying and Lin Gantang with an eager smile, casually about to place her purse on the chair next to Wen Yanqing, when suddenly a gust of wind came from behind. Before she had the chance to turn around, a figure had already dashed past her, pulled out the chair, sat down, and gulped down two mouthfuls of tea in quick succession.

Smooth and fluid.

Sitting down next to Wen Yanqing, Le Yu sighed with relief: “Ah, that’s better! I was dying of thirst.”

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