His Beloved Treasure

Li Yu was so furious at her brief explanation that he almost spat blood.

”I just wanted to thank them for sponsoring the clothes.”

Li Yu sent her a message this time, not using voice.

Qin Mu thought, I still don’t know why you? It’s just that no matter why, she couldn’t go. Her body couldn’t take it anymore. As for Mr. Mu getting mad whenever she meets with other men, her legs and waist still hurt.

”Then it’s even less necessary! Our brand still relies on the handsome Li and beautiful Wen! When there’s time, Mr. Mu and I should invite both of you for dinner!”

After seeing her WeChat message, Li Yu had no more excuses to ask her out, but that was fine, such matters were quite exhausting.

As soon as Li Yu lightly placed his phone on the office desk, the door was pushed open from the outside: ”Going to AM for dinner tonight?”

”No! Meeting with some brothers at a food stall!”

Li Yu glanced up, showing complete indifference to Li Man’s invitation.

Li Man had expected to be rejected, so it didn’t matter. She just shrugged: ”Then I’ll ask someone else!”

Li Yu said nothing. Seeing his eyes so displeased with her, Li Man left again.

Actually, no one knew Li Man better than Li Yu, but a sister is a sister; he could never have other thoughts about her. Even if he could tolerate her terrible temper, and even if she held her own among those artists, the two were destined to only be siblings.

But whom did she want to ask out?

Li Yu suddenly thought of Qin Mu.

Qin Mu rejected his invitation; would she accept Li Man’s?

Li Yu raised his hand, the sexy fingers gently caressing his lips, his brow slightly furrowed, seriously contemplating.

But in fact, Li Man didn’t invite Qin Mu but went alone to the bar to get drunk.

Sometimes, she just wanted to drink alone and see these people living in a state of drunken stupor in the night.

Li Yu’s eyes, to Li Man, were like a blade.

Even if Li Yu casually smiled at her, she’d be happy for a long time. However, such an expression from him was rare. Most of the time, Li Yu wore a cold face, and his eyes toward her were emotionless. Sometimes she even felt he was particularly averse to her being around.

It’s just that she didn’t know why, the more she looked, her head went blank, and then tears flowed uncontrollably.

Later Li Man hid in the bathroom to cry for a while, then stepped out and started smoking. Jiang Zhiyuan happened to come over with friends, and then he saw her.

In fact, they weren’t familiar, they only knew each other because of Qin Mu.

Jiang Zhiyuan instinctively glanced at her, then went upstairs with friends; they had reserved a spot long ago.

”Miss! Can you lend me a light?”

Suddenly, a thirty-something Playboy in a floral shirt walked over and sat beside her, not caring who was around, only looking at the drunk Li Man and striking up a conversation.

Li Man glanced up at the slightly greasy man and said coldly: ”Don’t have one!”

She took a forceful drag of her cigarette, her red eyes betraying that she had just cried.

The Playboy wasn’t discouraged, only smiled, saying: ”No worries!”

once he’d started a conversation, what did it matter if he couldn’t borrow a light?

The Playboy tapped the bar counter twice, and the bartender took out a lighter for him. After lighting his own cigarette, he ordered a drink.

”Miss, what’s your surname?”

”Surname Your Mom!”

Li Man, already in a bad mood, was even more irritated by the sleazy man trying to chat her up and coldly threw out a reply.

The man’s face immediately changed, turning sideways towards her, his angry glare uncontrollably directed at her, and then...

”Surname My Mom? You have quite the sex drive!”

The Playboy lowered his head, then looked up, his eyes contemptuously glaring at her, his voice sharp.

Li Man turned to look at him, and facing his provocation, she suddenly smiled slightly: ”Sir, if you’re looking to pick up a girl to sleep with, you’ve found the wrong person!”

The Playboy’s face turned completely cold, gritting his teeth: ”Don’t be ungrateful!”

”Am I supposed to be grateful for you? Your greasy face doesn’t interest me! Don’t think just because you’re wearing luxury brands means you’re high class, okay? Not all women like you oil-slicked trust-fund babies.”

”You motherfucker...”

”Isn’t this Young Master Yan?”

Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly walked leisurely over from behind him, standing next to Li Man, just before the Playboy with the drink could make a move.