Gu Langjun watched as the young girl bashfully fled. He raised his hand to touch the spot where he had been kissed, and a slight curve slowly formed at the corners of his mouth.
Although the subordinates behind him didn't see exactly what had happened, it wasn't hard to guess from what they could see beneath the umbrella.
Ever since their president divorced, there had never been a shortage of women by his side. Yet, in the end, none of them lasted. What woman could endure daily facing a man as abstinent as a monk?
They were not optimistic about Lai Yang.
Lai Yang seemed younger than President Gu's previous companions. She probably couldn't bear the neglect either.
...
At four in the afternoon, Lai Yang received a text from Gu Langjun. The dinner location was set at a restaurant hidden in the mountains, a place like a paradise that served delicate cuisine. Lai Yang had been there before with friends.
