Not Just a Slap

Dinner was set at a famous Bamboo Fragrance Garden in the capital. Decorated in the style of a Jiangnan courtyard, it was deeply favored by the capital's dignitaries and elite. Those who dined here were either rich or noble. With prices that high, even ordinary people who came in would silently leave after one look at the menu.

With Spring Festival approaching, Bamboo Fragrance Garden's business had not slowed down. On the contrary, it had become even more bustling. The wealthy and official second-generation heirs who had been working elsewhere or sent out of town for training had all returned to the capital to eat, drink, and have fun during the holiday.

Wang Zijing's group arrived a little late. Their reservation had expired, and by the time they reached Bamboo Fragrance Garden, there were no private rooms left. The last large private room had just been booked as well.

"It's all Zhao Tiezhu's fault. He insisted on playing cards, so we got here late."

"What's the big deal? Let's go somewhere else."

"But I only want to eat here."

The little group chattered away as they prepared to leave when someone suddenly called out to Zhang Mingcheng.

Zhang Mingcheng turned around and saw that it was a colleague from the same unit, also a second-generation heir, named Tang Wenbing. The two were usually quite close. With Zhang Mingcheng's smooth and sociable nature, he got along well with everyone.

"Wenbing, what a coincidence." Zhang Mingcheng smiled.

"You're eating here too? Which private room are you in? I'll come find you later." Tang Wenbing smiled as well.

"We were just about to leave. There are no private rooms left."

"None left..." Tang Wenbing thought for a moment. "How about joining us? We're in a large private room."

"Would that be convenient?" Zhang