Chapter Forty-Eight: Slander
“I’m already married.” Zhong Jiawei was uncomfortable with the strange man so close, her brows furrowing unconsciously.
Rong Zhicheng gave an “Oh,” feeling a slight pang of regret. Such a beautiful woman, how could she be married?
But as the saying goes, if you dig deep enough, any wall will crumble.
He moved closer, his hand involuntarily reaching towards Zhong Jiawei: “Ms. Zhong is so beautiful, would you have the honor of having dinner with me tonight?”
Zhong Jiawei wasn’t stupid; she could see the man’s ill intentions. But with business at hand, she couldn’t just leave. She shifted again, saying, “Mr. Rong, perhaps we should sign the contract first? The company is waiting for my reply.”
“Oh, what’s the rush to sign a contract? We can sign it during di
