The man stood up and reached out to shake his hand. "You must be President Zhou."
"You know me?" Zhou Jingcheng acted as if he hadn't seen the offered hand, ignoring it completely. His smile never reached his eyes. "You know who I am, yet you still came to talk to my boyfriend. Can I take that as a provocation?"
[ Ding, Malice Points +16 ]
Wow, that high? Shi Jihan's eyes lit up.
[Zero-Zero-Zero, you know what I want to say, right?]
[Hehe, I know.]
...No. A person couldn't do that. At the very least, they shouldn't. With tears in his eyes, Shi Jihan snuffed out this path to wealth.
Meeting Zhou Jingcheng's gaze, the man froze under those icy eyes. It was as though his intention to cling to the Shi Family's towering tree had been laid completely bare. His overheated brain finally cooled down. "...No, no, you misunderstand, President Zhou. We were just discussing tattoos. Young Master Shi was very interested in mine, and I told him I was getting it removed in a few days. My family wants me to enter politics and accomplish great things for the country."
Shi Jihan gasped at the power of language.
Please, don't make being forced by your family to take the civil service exam sound so noble.
Zhou Jingcheng glanced at the man's tattoo and immediately understood how Shi Xiaohan had started chatting with him.
Tch. Using Tom and Jerry to lure people in. What a scheming little green tea.
"Can't bear to part with it? You could just tattoo it somewhere else," Zhou Jingcheng said, looking down at the man with utter disdain for green tea types. "Get it tattooed on your hemorrhoids. You can attack when you advance and defend when you retreat—just tuck it back in,