708 A Rumor These Three Years (1/2)

Tang Mo'er glanced at him and retracted her gaze.

\”Everyone, come and see who is this? It's been three years and our Beauty Tang is finally back!\” the President exclaimed.

Everyone's gazes were riveted on Beauty Tang. \”It's really Beauty Tang. Beauty Tang, after you left, these three years have been really cold and lonely. Without you, the entertainment industry is not as exciting now.\”

\”That's right. Beauty Tang, look at the beauties beside us. They have just become popular, but they are nothing compared to you.\”

\”Beauty Tang, it's been three years since we last saw you, and you are getting more and more beautiful.\”

The presidents were speaking heartfelt words. Three years ago, Tang Mo'er, Lin Shiyu and Gu An'an disappeared one after another. The three top beauties in the entertainment industry were all gone and these men did not have any more eye candy to ogle at.

There were many more newcomers in the entertainment industry these three years, and many of them were ravishing beauties, but they paled starkly in comparison with Tang Mo'er, who was once the most famous artistes in Karghalik and the object of sexual desire of all the men.

Since Tang Mo'er had returned, things were going to be exciting again.

\”Beauty Tang, come over and drink with us.\” A president pulled Tang Mo'er over.

But at this moment, there was a glare directed at the president and he froze.

The president glanced sideways and saw that the man sitting on the Master seat was smoking away. His deep and narrow eyes peered through the smoke and landed on him. His gaze was piercing, vicious and frosty.

Gu Mohan's mere glance can make one's hair stand on end.

Sensing the danger he was in, the president promptly released Tang Mo'er and did not dare to touch her. There was a rumor going on these three years that Tang Mo'er had dumped Gu Mohan!

Was it true?

Tang Mo'er's delicate face remained impassive as she looked at the men in the room. \”I can't drink. I can only drink a glass.\”

\”Ha ha ha. Alright, Beauty Tang, we won't make things difficult for you too. You take this glass of wine and toast the richest man over here. If he accepts your toast, we will let you go.\”

The richest man? All the men here were loaded. Who was the richest here?

Going according to the seating arrangements, she speculated that the man sitting on the Master seat was the richest.

Everyone's seating arrangements had been arranged beforehand, just like how the artistes in the entertainment industry had been classed according to their talents and popularity.

Tang Mo'er wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, and so she walked over to Gu Mohan.

\”Ha ha.\” A president laughed uproariously. \”Beauty Tang, we have not told you who is the richest man here and you managed to identify him yourself. People say that women have an inborn gravitation towards rich men, and so this is indeed true!\”

\”Beauty Tang, currently half of the land in Capital belongs to President Gu. As the founder of the C.T Corporation, President Gu controls the whole of Capital's economy. He has no lack of money.\”…

Upon hearing those presidents' words, Tang Mo'er raised her lustrous eyes and looked at the man, only to find that the man was also looking at her.

Gu Mohan did not shift from his position. He was still smoking nonchalantly, his handsome and mature face was shrouded in the darkness and his lips curved slightly.

For some strange reason, he seemed to be silently mocking her. It was akin to a stronger person sizing up and looking down upon the weaker one.

Tang Mo'er smiled indifferently. \”President Gu, I'll toast you. I'll toast… to your riches.\”

Gu Mohan did not budge, refusing to receive her wine.

Tang Mo'er's hand, which was holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air.

She knew he had done it intentionally.

If he did not accept her wine, she would not be able to leave.

\”President Gu, you are playing me.\”

Gu Mohan moved a little. He hunched his body and stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray before dangling the cigarette stick onto his lips again. He laughed in a low voice. \”Miss Tang, have you misunderstood the word \”playing\”? Firstly, I haven't kissed you. Secondly, I haven't touch you. Thirdly, I haven't bedded you. I merely took two puffs. How have I played you?\”