Wu Pengpeng nearly spat out the sip of wine in her mouth. This... They were going to compare even this?
He Qian-shan gave her a haughty and cold look, his eyes faintly tinged with disdain.
Wu Pengpeng quickly put down her wine glass and gave him a besotted look.
You're the ultimate hottie with a great butt!
To show her sincerity, she quickly flattered him, "Yes, yes, yes. A guy like him definitely can't have a daughter."
He Qian-shan didn't comment on her nonsense. Instead, he turned his head and continued to look at the dance floor.
Wu Pengpeng also silently looked over. While observing Jiang He on the dance floor, she wracked her brains to think of other aspects for comparison so that she could be prepared in advance.
After about three minutes, He Qian-shan finally deigned to look back. Boredly, he looked at her and asked, "What did your sixth uncle say?"
Well, it seemed she couldn't avoid this topic.
Wu Pengpeng swallowed hard. It was something he couldn't hear.
"Nothing," she lied smoothly. "My sixth uncle said that when signing actors, we should first consider their acting skills and then their looks."
He Qian-shan stared at her intently, his expression giving away no emotion. "And you? What do you consider first?"
Wu Pengpeng blurted out, "I look at you first."
He Qian-shan had intended to make things difficult for her and deliberately set her up with a life-or-death question.
If she answered acting skills, it would imply that he was ugly; if she answered looks, it would imply that he had no acting skills.
Unexpectedly, Wu Pengpeng's answer was beyond his expectations.
Moreover, with her sincere tone and eyes, such a cheesy answer actually seemed refreshing and charming.
He Qian-shan's heart skipped a beat for no reason. He averted his eyes slightly and pretended to be calm as he said, "I'm asking about your criteria for signing other actors!"
Wu Pengpeng said firmly, "I won't sign other actors."
This was what Wu Pengpeng truly thought. Since she had already signed He Qian-shan, a long-time unpopular actor who couldn't be made popular no matter how hard one tried, there was no need to sign anyone else.
She would only promote him among actors of the same type to avoid making him feel insecure.
He Qian-shan suddenly met Wu Pengpeng's clear gaze. It was as if a gentle spring breeze had blown through his heart, dispelling all his gloom and unhappiness.
A smile gradually appeared on his eyebrows and eyes. "Miss Wu..."
Just as he started to speak, Zhao Bufan walked over, shouting loudly as she came, "I'm so thirsty! Pengpeng, quickly give me your wine glass."
Wu Pengpeng had no choice but to look away. She poured a glass of wine for Zhao Bufan and then moved aside, leaving the middle seat for her.
Zhao Bufan drank three glasses of wine in one go before finally putting down the glass.
Whether intentionally or not, she headed straight for the restroom after putting down the glass.
Once again, only Wu Pengpeng, He Qian-shan, and Jiang He were left at the scene. The atmosphere was as cold and awkward as if it had been frozen by a millennium of ice.
Wu Pengpeng carefully stole a glance at He Qian-shan's expression. He was sitting upright on the sofa, his face giving away no emotion.
She then偷偷 glanced at Jiang He beside her. He was leaning back on the sofa, completely relaxed. His eyes were fixed on the colorful dance floor, and his fingers were gently tapping to the rhythm of the music. He looked extremely carefree.
It seemed he had come here to enjoy life.
Wu Pengpeng gave him a disdainful look and unceremoniously issued an order to leave, "Aren't you busy, Mr. Jiang?"
"Not at all!" Jiang He looked back and smiled at her. "The most important thing for me today is to accompany you."
Upon hearing this, Wu Pengpeng wanted to jump up and beat him up. What the hell are you saying? Do you want me to perform the stunt of kneeling on durians?
She subconsciously looked at He Qian-shan. He was looking at his phone. It seemed something had happened because his expression looked rather solemn.
Jiang He saw Wu Pengpeng's reaction and the playfulness in his eyes instantly faded. He picked up his wine glass and took a sip. Then, he said seriously, "I'm just joking. I mainly want to talk to you about the project we discussed earlier."
Hearing the word "project," Wu Pengpeng finally looked back at him, her eyes filled with latent caution.
It seemed she regarded him as a fierce beast!
Jiang He embarrassedly touched the tip of his nose and suggested with a smile, "General Manager Wu, how about we talk somewhere else?"
The project he had proposed earlier was quite good. To be honest, Wu Pengpeng was quite tempted, but she didn't dare to show it in front of He Qian-shan. She could only nod coldly.
She smiled at He Qian-shan and tried to make her tone sound as humble as possible. "Yanshen, could you wait for me for a while? I need to talk to Mr. Jiang about some work matters."
He Qian-shan stood up before she did. With a calm expression, he said, "No need. You two talk. I'll just go make a phone call."
After saying that, he took a long stride and walked towards the rooftop.
Wu Pengpeng watched his back as he walked away without looking back. For a moment, she wasn't sure if he was angry, and an inexplicable uneasiness welled up in her heart.
Actually, this time He Qian-shan wasn't sulking out of jealousy. He was just troubled by something related to the company.
Since he took over the Song Group five years ago in a time of crisis, the shareholders had been eyeing him covetously, constantly trying to replace him.
Especially his uncle, Song Jiancheng, who would team up with a bunch of shareholders every now and then to cause him trouble. Just yesterday, the annual meeting had just ended, and today he had come to the group's headquarters to stir up trouble.
He Qian-shan walked to the rooftop. The cold wind blew, bringing him back to his senses. Then, he dialed Fu Heng's phone number.
"Boss, are you really not coming back now?" Fu Heng's voice was trembling. "General Manager Song is losing his temper in the meeting room!"
He Qian-shan looked at the tall buildings in the distance, his eyes as cold as ice. "Tell him I'll be back in two hours. Until then, let him do whatever he wants. Just make sure no one gets hurt."
After hanging up the phone, He Qian-shan stood on the rooftop for a few more minutes. After his mood had completely calmed down, he walked back into the hall.
As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Wu Pengpeng and Jiang He standing in front of the booth. It seemed they had finished their conversation.
When Jiang He saw He Qian-shan approaching from afar, he lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "Sister, let's make another appointment some other day."
Since they had already discussed everything, and Wu Pengpeng had already achieved her goal of pretending to be a big spender without being obvious, she also smiled and replied, "Sure!"
Jiang He reached out his hand to her. "Happy cooperation."
Wu Pengpeng reached out and shook his hand. "Happy cooperation."
Just as she was about to pull her hand back, Jiang He suddenly gave a sharp tug and pulled her into his arms.
Wu Pengpeng was startled by this sudden turn of events and instinctively tried to push him away.
But Jiang He let go of her first. He took out a business card and stuffed it into her hand. "See you next time!"
After saying that, he picked up his coat and left in a hurry. Wu Pengpeng turned around and saw He Qian-shan standing behind her. Obviously, he had seen everything that had just happened.
Wu Pengpeng felt helpless. "There's nothing going on between me and him."
He Qian-shan walked over expressionlessly. He walked straight to the sofa, picked up his coat, and put it on. "You don't need to explain it to me."
Was he going to leave in a huff?
Wu Pengpeng pitifully moved closer. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
He Qian-shan was suddenly amused by her cautious look. "Does it really matter whether I'm happy or not?"
But in Wu Pengpeng's eyes, his expression meant something else.
He was really angry. He had even started to be sarcastic.
"Of course it matters! You matter so much." Wu Pengpeng tore the business card in her hand into pieces and threw it into the trash can. "What a piece of trash."
As she said this, she wiped her hand on He Qian-shan's suit, clearly showing her disgust.
He Qian-shan looked down at her. "Don't you regret it?"
Wu Pengpeng shook her head like a rattle. "No, no, I don't regret it."
Anyway, she still had another one.
He Qian-shan reached out his finger and gently tapped her forehead. He smiled tenderly and said, "Okay, I know."
Wu Pengpeng only felt the warmth of his fingertip flow through her forehead skin and into her heart. Her heart started beating wildly out of control.
She instinctively reached up and covered her chest.
He Qian-shan looked at her dazed expression and smiled even more tenderly. "I still have something to do. I'll leave first."
Wu Pengpeng watched his back disappear at the door of the club. She let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, she had managed to cheer him up.