Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

"You little girls, I have given you enough respect by pouring wines and you all refuse to give me any face. Where do you put me?"

Ling Qingyu turned toward the source of the voice. It was the wealthy fat man sitting around their table. Here came the problem—Que Sera, sera. What will be, will be.

She initially thought this man had some self-knowledge, except for his uncomfortable forceful taking of the seats, and understood the women around her had no interest at all.

It appeared she judged wrong. From his expression, it seemed he couldn't bear any longer. Continue reading at m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

"I don't understand, what your excellency means." Ling Qingyu breathed deeply and said without losing a smile. But her pupils chilled ever so than before. People around felt the temperature dropped and something was amiss.

"Stop being pretentious," The man said. "You and I both know what I mean. Do you know who I am?"

Ling Qingyu went speechless facing the incoming nonsense bullets. Whether she knew or not, a person lived by one's mind. Even if the person was a president, she would only mind her own business.

Although the man's voice wasn't loud, the surrounding felt the tension and looked at the two. When they saw Ling Qingyu against the fat man, whom many in the same tier recognized, they were surprised.

Why were the two against each other? Was there any misunderstanding? Even though people were aware something went wrong, no one came up to interfere and solve the fight. But their eyes brightened to see what was happening and bet who would win the fight.

People who became bored after staying in a high position for a long time sought drama and enjoyment. The argument between Ling Qingyu and the man appeared more attractive than the palace drama fight, despite not understanding the problem.

If Ling Qingyu's group didn't know the man was finding problems, everyone should go to a mental hospital. Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue reddened their cheeks in anger.

Although Zhao Xiurong didn't say anything, her face didn't look good either. Ling Yunxiang's eyes remained stagnant, fully aware of how most women felt oppressed for being beautiful.

Yang Qingyue understood it was their group's beauty attracting troubles. She clenched her fist and was about to stand up.

Noticing her girls' reactions, Ling Qingyu felt warm but her eyes signaled them to stay calm and told them she would deal with him.

"No, Mister. I really don't know and I don't care about your identity." Ling Qingyu replied coldly. "And I don't need to. If that is what you want to say, I suggest you stop our nonsense."

The man laughed and his layers of fat trembled. "Girl, you're too innocent in this world. When you offend someone who you can't afford, your whole life is in trouble."

Ling Qingyu chuckled. "Oh, I'm interested who might you be? I'm worried I might knock over the wrong god." She said in a despising tone.

"Hah!" The man didn't mind Ling Qingyu's mocking and replied. "You might even bend down and bow to me when you hear my name. I'm Xie Cheng, the boss of the number one pharmaceutical in this Province."

Ling Qingyu's anger dissipated, and instead, the urge to face-slap arose within her. So, this was how someone felt when they were sure to smack the others' pride like dust.

Although she wasn't feeling good about the man, she decided to play along and see what his face would transform into later. Well, with his pride and arrogance, she guessed, this man might not even pay attention to her real identity. She was also certain, that their group of girls was underestimated.

"Oh! My bad. Forgive this young and inexperienced girl for not clearly distinguishing and recognizing this Sire." Ling Qingyu said. "But how can you even affect our lives? Where there's a clear law to protect against unlawful actions I don't think what you're saying will happen. Besides, I've never broken any rules."

Those who knew Ling Qingyu had strange eyes, hearing her words. Why did they have a strong premonition, that this man would become another poor victim?

"The world is never simple. Why do you think people struggle for wealth and power?" The man said with a winning smile when he saw Ling Qingyu give in. "Your group of girls working in an entertainment circle should know more. I don't know how you deal with others, prideful of your popularity, but in front of us, you are nothing."

Yang Qingyue looked down, controlling her laughter but her shaking shoulders betrayed her cover. Ling Qingyu's face turned weird, along with the onlookers who were paying attention to the slight commotion here. Many nudged their forehead slightly. The fat man picked off the wrong opponents and even regarded Ling Qingyu as an entertainer. That was an insult on a new level.

In contrast, the fat man, noting Ling Qingyu's and the others' change in expression as fear and shock, curled his lips and sneered. He had long wanted to teach these women, lessons. A momentary pride due to popularity and he just liked to crush it, especially the ice cube type.

The man continued, satisfied with Ling Qingyu's and the other girls' reactions. "But I can forgive your previous impoliteness and be magnanimous for the ladies, especially the beautiful one, if you all toast wine for me."

"I beg your pardon." Ling Qingyu said, pretending to be fearful and innocent. "You'll forgive us, once we drink wine with you."

The people around who were familiar with Ling Qingyu had their eyelids twitched. The audacity of the acting level exhibited by Ling Qingyu opened their blind eyes.

Even though they were aware that Ling Qingyu hadn't suffered once or held her bad breath, fighting against the number one prestigious company, particularly the pharmaceutical industry drove their curiosity.

Of course, some who didn't know Ling Qingyu had sympathies in their eyes, another poor beautiful girl exploited by a pig. Some of them whispered their thoughts and shook their head while others asked for Ling Qingyu's identity.

"Of course not. Don't be silly. That'll only quench my anger." The man said, like a boss in full control, poured wine slowly, savoring every moment the fluid splashed. "We might need a private discussion between us later on."

"What if we disagree." Ling Qingyu looked around as if seeking help from her friends, whose gazes landed far away to avoid destroying her pretense. "As girls, can't you not forget about the past? We really didn't do anything."

"Hmph!" The man humped, shaking his extra layer of skin. The vibrato was so intense, causing Ling Qingyu to gulp.

She had seen fat people but the level of obesity almost caused her to vomit when the imaginary scene of this guy pressing over the girls with the tricks he currently used on her.

Her reaction increased the man's vanity more. "Then, you'll face troubles in your careers and lose your dreams out of your grasp. Don't you want to be famous? I'll just destroy the possibilities. Once my words get out, I'm sure your coworkers will fly away."

"But I have my own business and I don't need to rely on anyone." Ling Qingyu muttered and tapped her chin.

"What a naive child." The man clicked her tongue.

Everyone nearby almost slipped and slammed the floor from the standing position. They had strong urges to ask—where did he see innocence and naivety? Where did he think the ruthlessness trait came from?

Even Ling Qingyu's eyelids twitched. She even wondered if she overdid her part. Well, for the sake of saying good things for her, she should punish less.

"But I'm telling the truth. People seek cooperation with me. Some are even willing to lose their properties and let me take charge so that more money can flow in. I take pride myself as a cash printer." Ling Qingyu replied and she was telling the truth.