20demayo 19. Under the table
19. Under the table
"Gu Xinglan? Didn't I tell you to call him out? I don't see him here."
Li Betty, one of the company's agents in charge of managing artists and the person in charge of managing internet celebrities and ordinary people, looked around but didn't find anyone who stood out.
Gu Xinglan is indeed good-looking, but he's stubborn. When asked to accompany the boss, he kept smashing the boss's head. Now, the opportunity has been given to someone else.
Lu Yinian chuckled awkwardly a few times: "He had something to do at home, so he couldn't come."
"What could possibly be wrong? The Geng family's welcome banquet isn't open to just anyone. It's good for them to come and broaden their horizons."
Lu Yinian thought to himself, "What's so great about this? Can he even meet any big shots here? He'll only see small fry here." He made up a story: "He has a relative visiting, and he's entertaining him right now."
If Gu Xinglan were to appear on this show, with her looks, it would definitely generate more buzz.
"Okay, let's keep the good stuff in the family."
"What about the boss...?"
After that incident, Gu Xinglan was sidelined by Ruan Xue for a period of time.
He was released later, so it seems the boss's temper had subsided.
"Did the boss attend today?"
"They must have arrived. That black Rolls-Royce is still parked outside."
Almost as if on cue, the door to the private room opened a crack.
It was a place they couldn't enter.
One can vaguely glimpse traces of decadent extravagance.
The boss isn't old; rather, he's someone with exceptional technical skills, a keen market sense, sharp business acumen, and rich experience... Most importantly, he's the son of the Meng family.
The man was dressed in a dark blue suit and a black printed tie, which made him look very energetic, and his steps were steady and powerful.
The people around him called out "General Manager Meng" repeatedly, from afar to near, until they reached the large round table.
Hiding under the table, Gu Xinglan could only see the black leather shoes on the man's feet.
"Have a good time tonight, everyone. Tomorrow is your day off." Meng Guanhe twirled the stem of his glass upwards.
The people sitting around the round table all smiled and echoed the young CEO Meng.
As Meng Guanhe tilted his head back to drink and then lowered it again, a glimmer of light flashed briefly beneath the lace trim of the table. He glanced at it and then looked away.
"Yinian, go outside and get a bottle of wine."
Lu Yinian sat upright, but upon hearing President Meng's words, he quickly stood up and said with a fawning smile, "Please sit down, please sit down."
Meng Guanhe didn't stand on ceremony and sat comfortably in Lu Yinian's seat.
The waiter next to him quickly cleared the table for Meng Guanhe.
With a clang, the knife and fork collided.
Meng Guanhe slightly crossed his legs, his thighs lifting the drooping lace tablecloth.
He inadvertently lowered his head.
The area under the table was pitch black.
But if you look closely, you can still see something... like the raised middle finger...
The Geng family's child hid under the table, coldly giving the middle finger before quickly withdrawing it.
Meng Guanhe raised an eyebrow and pulled his foot back.
What kind of mischief is that Geng family kid up to now?
Thinking about what had just happened in the private room, Meng Guanhe sat for a while, then lowered his head and took out his phone to text someone. His neck didn't even move, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and he spoke softly to the group of people around the table: "Have you all finished eating?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it stood out amidst the music and barely audible conversation in the private room.
The people at the table immediately fell silent.
Even if this person wasn't the CEO, he was still a big shot they couldn't afford to offend. Soon, someone fawned over Meng Guanhe and said, "CEO Meng, everyone has almost finished eating."
The group of people got up as a matter of course and began to tidy their clothes.
"Alright, you guys go back to the company first." Meng Guanhe sat down in his chair, smiling as he looked up at them.
The people who just said they would make them happy with their meal are now telling them to go back to the company. They change their minds faster than flipping through a book.
This is a typical problem of the rich second generation – arrogance.
But no one at the table dared to refute it.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Meng, shall we head back?"
Meng Guanhe smiled and nodded, then looked back at his phone without saying anything more.
The group quickly packed up their things and left their seats. Only when they were out of Meng Guanhe's sight did they dare to look at each other, and they all saw incomprehension and helplessness in each other's eyes.
The huge table was suddenly occupied only by people wearing dark blue suits.
The two people hiding under the table were completely unaware of what was happening outside.
Gu Xinglan watched as all the feet under the table were removed, wondering if they had left or what, her brow furrowed in confusion.
The child next to him tugged at his clothes: "Big brother, didn't you want to leave? You can leave now."
After saying that, he pointed to the front of the tablecloth.
“There’s a wall going this way, but if you go around to the outside, you’ll see the main entrance.” Geng Yi smiled, a hint of cunning in the dim light.
Gu Xinglan lowered her eyelids: "Okay, thank you for today."
A child crawling under a table is innocent, but a grown man crawling under a table might be mistaken for a pervert peeping under a skirt.
"Then I'll be going now, big brother," Gu Xinglan said, shaking his legs as he prepared to slip away.
Little did they know that Geng Yi behind them cleared his throat, preparing to howl.
He wanted this person to stay with him, at least not to leave at this time. Geng Yi watched Gu Xinglan's retreating figure.
The people sitting outside the table were his cheap older brother's cronies, so he might as well take advantage of them.
The moment the tablecloth was lifted, Gu Xinglan's figure vanished instantly.
It was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.
Geng Yi's voice, which was about to burst out, got stuck in the middle, his face turning red. He pursed his lips and quickly stepped forward to lift the tablecloth.
But what happened next made Geng Yi's face, which was originally flushed, turn purplish-red instantly.
Gu Xinglan was seen lying limp and weak in someone's arms. The two of them collapsed on the ground not far from the table, their bodies in an ambiguous state.
Geng Yi froze under the table, his eyes wide as he watched the two people entangled.
"Let him go!" The shout came out in a choked sob as Geng Yi crawled out from under the table. His hands swiftly grabbed at someone's black jacket, his fingertips turning red.
"Geng Huan, let him go!"
Geng Yi shouted and yelled, showing no trace of the arrogant young master he had just been.
The sound drew the attention of everyone in the hall.
Everyone's attention was focused on this table.
Meng Guanhe, who had been standing to the side watching the show, turned around and coughed.
Without Meng He's tall and strong figure blocking their way, the two people who had fallen to the ground were now completely exposed.
The person surrounding Gu Xinglan was none other than Geng Huan, who had been summoned by Meng Guanhe via WeChat.
Geng Huan's hair color was striking, and his appearance was even more striking, but compared to the person in his arms, he immediately paled in comparison.
"My young master, can you please stop calling me that?" Geng Huan said, holding his head and looking pale.
Gu Xinglan, who was in his arms, wasn't much better off.
His hand had just lifted the tablecloth when it was inexplicably pulled away by another large hand, causing both of them to fall down together.
Under the gaze of everyone present, Gu Xinglan pursed her lips and could only close her eyes and pretend to faint.