The rich man on the run: The gangster is so hard to get rid of

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Tang took a short rest, and Su Lan sent over the evening dress for the dinner.

This was a black low-cut V-neck sequined dress. Ling Tang recognized it at a glance. This evening dress was Chanel's show this year, and there were only three of them in the world.

This dress is something you can't buy even with money. It's such a big handiwork by Shen Peizhi.

Before she could finish admiring the dress, Su Lan came in with several more Asian girls, "Ms. Ling, these are makeup artists and stylists. They will be responsible for your makeup tonight."

Ling Tang was stunned for a moment. Su Lan had indeed thought carefully. Even the makeup artist and stylist were ready.

In the past, when Lingtang and her mother attended business dinners, their styling was done by professionals.

Just now, Lingtang was still worrying about what kind of hairstyle would look good with this dress, and Su Lan came to help him in times of need.

But remembering Su Lan’s identity...

Ling Tang thanked him lightly, with a rather cold and distant tone, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome. The dinner starts at seven o'clock. The car will pick you up on time at 06:30."

When the stylist put the last diamond necklace on her neck and took out the mirror for her to admire, Ling Tang was already a little drowsy.

She looked at herself in the mirror, with light makeup and her hair tied up, revealing her full forehead. She looked extremely fresh.

The sparkling diamond necklace around her neck and the diamond earrings on her ears made her skin look like snow.

Lingtang couldn't help but secretly sigh that these makeup artists were really professional. They only had simple hairstyles and makeup that would not steal the spotlight from Chanel's sequined dress.

The sound of a car horn came from downstairs. Lingtang glanced at the clock on the wall. The time happened to be 06:30.

The stylist put a small shell bag in her hand, indicating that she could go to the dinner party.

The place where General Bassong held the dinner was in a dense forest hotel, a short distance away from the villa area.

Su Lan sat next to Ling Tang, wearing a goose-yellow low-shoulder dress with no styling, and her long curly hair hanging loosely on her shoulders.

She looked at Ling Tang with a smile, "Miss Ling, you look very good today."

This compliment made Ling Tang feel a little embarrassed. She squeezed the shell bag in her hand and smiled politely, "You too."

Ling Tang felt that Shen Peizhi seemed to have a soft spot for women with curly hair. Su Lan had curly hair, she herself had curly hair, and the girl she saw at the school gate that day also had curly hair.

Thinking of this, Lingtang felt a chill in her heart. The first thing she decided to do when she regained her freedom was to change her hairstyle to long and straight black.

The car stopped steadily at the door of the banquet hall. A waiter from the hotel had already come forward and opened the door for them.

Ling Tang got out of the car first. When the waiter on the side saw her coming down, he stared at her and never left her for a moment.

Ling Tang felt a little uncomfortable with such a look. It wasn't until Su Lan coughed twice that the waiter came back to his senses and hurriedly made a leading gesture, "Miss, please."

A lot of people had gathered in the banquet hall. The moment the door opened, everyone's eyes focused on him, with some inquiring look in their eyes.

Fortunately, Ling Tang was mentally prepared. She squeezed the shell bag in her hand, raised her chest and raised her head, and walked in slowly under the gaze of everyone.

At the general's cocktail party, a beautiful Chinese woman appeared. Everyone whispered and speculated on the identity of the woman in front of them.

Lingtang didn't know where to go. He turned to look at Su Lan and found that Su Lan was looking for Shen Peizhi everywhere.

To avoid embarrassment, she said hello to the waiter carrying the plate and took a cocktail from his plate.

She had attended countless business cocktail parties with her mother, so she was not afraid at all.

Within 2 minutes, Shen Peizhi appeared in front of her. He was wearing a white suit and holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked at her with uncontrollable amazement in his eyes.

Heh... man!

Lingtang sneered in his heart, and then took a sip of the wine in the glass pretending to be elegant.

When Shen Peizhi saw this, he frowned slightly, took the cup from her hand, and asked displeasedly, "How long have you been here?"

He actually asked this question because he wanted to ask how much she drank, because Shen Peizhi didn't like women who could drink.

Ling Tang glanced at him lightly and answered his question casually, "Just arrived."

While answering questions, her eyes continued to roam around the venue.

Knowing what she was looking for, Shen Peizhi raised his hand, grabbed her slender waist, pulled her into his arms, and asked in a deep voice, "Are General Basong and your mother really old acquaintances?"

This is a good question, Lingtang doesn’t even know it himself.

The heat coming from his waist was a bit hot. Lingtang struggled slightly, but found that he couldn't get away, so he said angrily, "Let me go."

Unexpectedly, Shen Peizhi's hands became harder and harder, and he refused to let go of her waist. He only said teasingly, "Let go of you. What if you are seduced by another man?"

Someone next to them had already noticed them. Sensing the strange looks from others, Lingtang didn't dare to struggle anymore, so she had to accept her fate and let him hug her.

"I'll take you to see General Bassong later, but you'd better behave."

"I have told General Bassong that you are my fiancée. If he sees anything..."

Shen Peizhi said nothing next, but his tone was full of warning and threat.

But Lingtang only heard three key words, "What fiancée?"

Even if she is his fiancée, she is still Si Guanyu's fiancée. When did she become his Shen Peizhi's?

Shen Peizhi raised his eyebrows and smiled, looking down at her, with a certain ambiguous light shining in his dark eyes, "I've slept through it all. Of course I have to be responsible for you to the end. Isn't it only a matter of time before I marry you?"

Hearing the word "sleep", Lingtang instantly remembered that crazy night, and her face suddenly turned red to the roots of her ears.

She lowered her head, not wanting Shen Peizhi to see her expression, and just retorted angrily, "Who wants you to be responsible!"

Just as he was talking, there was a commotion outside, the door opened, everyone fell silent, and even the music stopped.

The originally lively hall suddenly fell silent.

Shen Peizhi calmly pulled Ling Tang aside and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

A short middle-aged man wearing a black suit walked in slowly. Even though he was short, this man had a pair of long, narrow and deep eyes.

His expression was serious, and his eyes were cold, which gave people an unusually strong sense of oppression.

In his arms was a not-too-tall woman. The woman looked to be in her early thirties. Although her appearance was not outstanding, she had a certain noble and elegant temperament.

It wasn't until the woman gradually approached them that Lingtang discovered that she had a pair of eyes that were very similar to her mother's.

She remembered what Shen Peizhi had just asked her, are General Basong and your mother really old acquaintances?