Chris Chuang, who was standing next to him, had already thrown away the cigarette he had just lit and was about to walk away.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? The car won't get stolen if it's parked on the next street."
"Damn it, you said it yourself, what if Song Tianyao gets his hands on that big-breasted girl first? I like big-breasted girls, of course I'm in a hurry to go back and call the company to get her contact information." Chris Chuang said to Robert, "You came here pretending to be a lady from a wealthy family, your purpose is to meet a man Song Tianyao. I'm seriously considering finding a girlfriend, and big-breasted girls are nice, pretty and innocent enough."
"Naive? Didn't you hear Song Tianyao ask the busty girl about Zhang Yuqi's name during the dinner? A woman who can be Zhang Yuqi's secretary, how could she be naive? I've discovered that you're the truly naive one. Hong Kong is so dangerous, how did you grow up like this?" Robert said to Chris Chuang with a disdainful tone, "It's best if we see each other less in the future, lest your idiocy infects me."
"Fine, I'm an idiot. Don't ask me for help again next time you need it." Chris Chuang glared at Robert with displeasure, but then immediately asked curiously in a low voice, "Speaking of which, should we spread that so-called inside information you got?"
Robert stretched in the night breeze. "No, the person who gave me the information clearly has a grudge against me. They don't want to get themselves into trouble, so why would they use someone like me, who looks like a fool, as a tool for murder? I'm not really a fool, of course I won't do that. I just want to see Song Tianyao and satisfy my curiosity. Let's go, let's go back to sleep."
Chapter 309 One Year
"What are you looking at?" Angie Perlis walked out of the bathroom, drying her long, wet hair. She saw Song Tianyao sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking through documents. Wrapped in a towel and barefoot on the carpet, she walked over, straddled Song Tianyao's lap, and leaned forward to look at the documents in his hands, conveniently using her wet hair to block Song Tianyao's view.
Song Tianyao tossed the documents back onto the coffee table, wrapped his arms around Angie Perlis, and tried to loosen the towel she had just wrapped around herself, saying, "Information on some listed companies."
"Hello, sir, your dinner for two..." A waiter knocked on the door, but before he could finish, he seemed to be stopped by Huang Liu outside. After a moment, Huang Liu spoke from outside the door, "Boss, your dinner is ready."
"For the first time, I hate efficiency." Song Tianyao helped Angie Perlis, whose smooth back was already showing, wrap the towel around her again. "I shouldn't have ordered dinner in advance."
Angie Perlis smiled and kissed Song Tianyao on the cheek before getting up and going to the dressing room. Song Tianyao slumped onto the sofa. "Have him bring it in."
A waiter from the Dulles Hotel pushed a food cart in, giving Huang Liu a somewhat disgusted look as he entered. The snow-white tablecloth on the cart was wrinkled, clearly caused by Huang Liu taking it upon himself to open the silver plate cover to inspect it.
The three-tiered trolley was neatly arranged with appetizers, fruits, and cold dishes. The main courses were covered by plates with engraved patterns. A bottle of champagne, a bottle of red wine, and a bottle of brandy were placed diagonally in an ice bucket filled with crushed ice. On the top tier, there was an exquisitely designed tea set. Although the black tea was still in a silver teapot, its aroma had already begun to waft through the room.
"Shall I take it to the restaurant for setup? Sure." After receiving Song Tianyao's response, the waiter pushed the food cart to the restaurant to begin setting up dinner.
After Angie Perlis and the other waiters finished setting up the restaurant, Song Tianyao paid their tips and sent them away before leaving the dressing room. His still slightly damp, dark red hair was casually tied into a ponytail. He was wearing a white shirt that belonged to Song Tianyao, without a bra, which vaguely revealed his high breasts. The long hem of the shirt just reached the top of his straight and slender thighs, allowing his two jade-like legs to be exposed to Song Tianyao's gaze to the maximum extent. Occasionally, with slightly larger movements, his black lace panties could be vaguely seen.
She walked into the restaurant by herself, cutely dipped her finger in the sauce from the steak, then sucked on it, seemingly quite satisfied with the taste. She smiled sweetly at Song Tianyao, who was pouring her wine, and said, "What made you decide to have such a formal and sumptuous dinner with me?"
"It feels like it's been ages since I've had a proper meal with you." Song Tianyao handed the champagne to the Foreign Girl, then helped Foreign Girl to her seat, setting out the napkins and cutlery. He said earnestly, "I don't even know when the last time I had a proper Western meal with you was, but I remember, a year ago today, I hired you."
"Really? I had forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it. No wonder you had time to spend with me all day. The most delicious thing was definitely the first time. In this hotel restaurant, after eating so much coarse bread for so long, I thought that steaming hot chestnut soup was the best thing in the world." Angie Perlis sat down, first surprised, then recalling with some delight, and smiled as she spoke to Song Tianyao across from her.
Song Tianyao picked up the champagne glass and nodded. "It's delicious."
A year ago, a Britain female lawyer who couldn't get her internship certificate met a China male secretary who was so poor that he only owned one suit.
She still remembered how Song Tianyao, despite his shabby and pretentious demeanor, threw a thick wad of Hong Kong dollars at her in her office where she was about to be unable to pay the rent. His method was clumsy, like a poor man with only one piece of bread, not even enough to fill his own stomach, trying to use that bread to deceive an even hungrier beggar.
But at the time, I was as hungry as a beggar, and because of the bread, I chose to believe him.
Two nobodys, struggling in a free port in the Far East, meet and then embark on their journey together.
Now, she no longer has to worry about internship certificates or eating unpalatable coarse bread. Whenever she wants, she can receive calls from several department stores in Hong Kong as soon as the new jewelry and clothing arrive.
The man opposite Song Tianyao was no longer the young man who only owned one suit and lacked a sense of security even when sleeping. Instead, he was a truly wealthy man whose total assets exceeded those of most Chinese-owned banks in Hong Kong.