The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess

Nie Ranran stood outside the banquet hall, leaning against the left side of the sliding door. She tilted her head slightly, her bright, clear eyes blinking gently. Her eyes slowly moistened, her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttering lightly. Tears slowly gathered in her pupils, and her clear eyes moved slightly as tears slid down her cheeks.

Her cherry-red lips parted slightly, and Nie Ranran's tears slowly increased, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off. Her red lips trembled as she murmured: Gu Tingchen, how could you, how could you do this to me...

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. Nie Ranran couldn't hold back her emotions any longer and collapsed to the ground. She bent over, her tear-stained face covered with her own tears, and knelt between her knees, weeping silently.

In the banquet hall, the man's dark eyes were as cold as ice. He coldly swept his gaze across the banquet hall, and Gu Tingchen's handsome face became angry. He frowned and said coldly: Where did this girl go again? Nie Ranran, where are you?

The employees of the Gu Group were all dressed up to be stunningly beautiful and incredibly sexy. Their makeup was gorgeous and alluring without being vulgar, and their figures were hot, all in order to steal the spotlight tonight and catch President Gu's eye.

But... Gu Tingchen sat on the sofa with a dark face, his dark eyes cold and chilling. His long, narrow eyes scanned the banquet hall, but he didn't see that petite figure. His right hand tightened little by little, and he clenched his fist tightly, his veins bulging.

Nie Ranran didn't know how long she had been crying. She raised her head, slowly stood up, wiped the tears from both sides of her cheeks, sniffed hard, turned around, took a step forward, and looked into the banquet hall with her clear, tear-filled eyes.

Nie Ranran saw the man sitting on the sofa. His handsome face was dark and cold, and he was holding a wine glass in his hand. What? He's been drinking again. He's been drinking again. His cold expression was chilling.

So what? Gu Tingchen, are there things wrong with your eyes? How could you mistake me for Song Yuyan? She furrowed her brows tightly, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Never mind, you must miss Yan Yan a lot, so you mistook me for her..." Nie Ranran smiled sadly. "Just how much do you like her to be able to do this?" Nie Ranran smiled sadly and continued to lean against the door, slightly turning her ear to listen to the noise in the banquet hall.

A moment later, the banquet was in full swing, but Gu Tingchen remained motionless on the sofa, holding a wine glass in his hand. Gu Tingchen's dark eyes darkened. Without that little girl chattering in his ear, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Time flew by, and it was already past 11 p.m. Nie Ranran felt a little unsteady on her feet. She raised her wrist to check the time on her watch; it was 11:19. She lowered her wrist and turned to look at the door. The lights were shining, and even the music had become cheerful.

Is someone dancing inside? Nie Ranran's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. She was a little tired. Nie Ranran glanced at it a few more times, then turned around, took a step, and decided to go back. She didn't want to wait any longer.

Finally, Nie Ranran walked out of the Gu Group's company gate. It was very dark today. She walked to the intersection, looked at the roadside, quickly flagged down a taxi, walked forward, opened the back door of the taxi, and got in.

Nie Ranran said calmly to the taxi driver: "Driver, please hurry up and take me to Wanguo Road." After saying that, Nie Ranran slumped wearily into the car seat. Her eyelids slowly drooped, her consciousness became hazy, and her eyelids slowly closed.

Half an hour later, Nie Ranran returned to the Gu family villa. She walked quickly into the villa and entered the villa hall. She took a few steps in her mid-heeled shoes and walked towards the staircase. Nie Ranran stepped onto the stairs and walked up step by step.

Back in her bedroom, Nie Ranran's nose stung with tears. She pinched her nose with her right hand and fanned her face with her left. She wanted to cry so badly. Nie Ranran widened her eyes and casually tossed her handbag onto the carpet.

In the bathroom, Nie Ranran's fair back was bare. She bent over, bent her knees, and buried her face in her knees. For some reason, tears came out of her mouth and she cried loudly, her cries were loud and accompanied by sobs. The bathtub was steaming, like a hot water heater.

At exactly twelve o'clock, Nie Ranran stepped out of the bathroom. She walked unsteadily into the room, turned on the light on the bedside table, lifted the blanket, climbed into bed, and leaned against the bedside table. Her clear, watery eyes were misty with tears, and half of her eyes were red.

Nie Ranran felt a sharp pain above her eyes, but her eyes were still wet with tears. She tried to open her eyes wide. She couldn't cry anymore; she had to go to work tomorrow. If she went to work with rabbit eyes, her colleagues would be suspicious.

Everyone in the Nan Group knows that Nie Ranran is currently living in Gu Tingchen's villa in the Gu Group. If the employees of the Nan Group knew that she came to work with red eyes, they would definitely suspect that she was not doing well in the Gu family. Nie Ranran raised her head.

She squinted her eyes, rested her head on the bedside table, and bit her cherry-red lips. "Don't cry anymore, or your eyes will get swollen," Nie Ranran told herself. But the tears wouldn't listen to her and were always wet in her eyes.

In the banquet hall of the Gu Group -

Gu Tingchen had regained consciousness. Tall and upright, he stood in the corner of the banquet hall. At 1.9 meters tall, he had long legs and held a strong whiskey in his hand. His cold and handsome face was as tight as if carved by a knife, with a sharp jawline, a slender waist, and legs that were nearly two meters long.

The female employees were all in a panic. Gu Tingchen gently swirled the whiskey in his glass, his long, dark eyes glancing sharply at the female employees in the banquet hall. The female employees were so frightened that their faces froze, their mouths agape, their makeup ruined, and they held their breath, their pupils suddenly widening.

After a moment of silence, Gu Tingchen's handsome face remained composed. His dark eyes were cold and deep, like sharp blades. His thin lips moved slightly as he spoke: "Go do what you're supposed to do. Don't stare at me, unless you want your pay cuts, hmm..."

His words, spoken with the chilling force of a demon returning from hell, sent shivers down the spines of the female employees. Dozens of them trembled with fear, obediently bowing and raising their heads, their smiles fawning as they said, "Ah? No, no, no, Mr. Gu, we...we understand."

The female employees were so frightened that their legs were trembling, and their evening gowns, which cost nearly ten million, were wrinkled. Gu Tingchen gave them a cold, sharp look, and the female employees hurriedly nodded and bowed, saying: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, Mr. Gu, we're leaving now. Please drink less!"

Gu Tingchen pursed his lips and remained silent, his dark eyes as cold as ice shards. The female employees were so frightened that they dared not breathe. Then, they turned around, lifted their skirts, and quickly fled. He withdrew his icy gaze, lowered his eyes to look at the whiskey in his glass, and then raised his eyes, his dark eyes calmly watching the events unfold in the banquet hall.

The banquet was almost over when it reached 12:30, but Gu Tingchen was drunk and slumped back onto the sofa. His assistant, Qin Mo, gave a dry laugh, bowed, and said, "Employees, President Gu is drunk again and cannot speak to you. I will speak on his behalf."

As soon as the words were spoken, the female employees turned to look at the champagne-colored sofa in the middle of the banquet hall. Gu Tingchen was lying on the sofa with his head behind it and his long legs slightly apart. He was completely drunk. They turned to look at Assistant Qin standing on the banquet hall stage.

A female employee with peach blossom makeup and wearing a black and pink rhinestone tight-fitting evening dress raised her hand. Assistant Qin looked over, and the female employee blinked her big pink peach eyes. She said pitifully, "Then how about this, Assistant Qin, I'll go and take care of President Gu. What do you think?"

Qin Mo's face darkened, his eyes narrowing. He said coldly, "Su Xiaomo, don't even think about it. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you don't want President Gu to find out tomorrow, then go ahead and do it. Or are you just bored and want to do this because you don't want to work at Gu's anymore?"

Su Xiaomo was stunned. Her eyes widened in surprise as she turned to look at the other female employees standing beside her. They quickly moved aside. She frowned and asked, puzzled, "Hey, didn't you just say you'd introduce me to a handsome guy? What's wrong with you all? Come here and speak up for me!"

They scurried to the side, hiding themselves. Su Xiaomo frowned and looked aggrieved. Qin Mo looked down from the stage and sneered, "See? Su Xiaomo, what kind of sisters are you? They all distanced themselves from you when it really matters. Besides, President Gu isn't someone you can just take care of as you please."

Gu Tingchen frowned unhappily. His cold brows twitched, and slowly his long, dark eyes, as cold as ice, opened. He raised his head, and his head immediately began to throb. He frowned tightly. Qin Mo looked towards the center, quickly pushed down the standing microphone, and stepped off the stage.

Qin Mo walked to the sofa. Gu Tingchen slowly raised his head, his dark eyes slightly misty. Qin Mo bowed and said, "Mr. Gu, the banquet is over. I was talking to the employees. Are you able to get up now? Would you like to go on stage and say a few words?"

Gu Tingchen raised his head, his gaze towards Qin Mo hazy. His eyebrows twitched slightly, his narrow eyes flickered, and he uttered a hoarse voice through his thin lips: "No need, just tell him for me. I want to go back now, Qin Mo."

After a while, the female employees in the banquet hall slowly dispersed. Qin Mo helped the drunk Gu Tingchen up from the sofa. Gu Tingchen was unsteady and fell onto Qin Mo's shoulder. The president felt like a mountain pressing down on his shoulder, and he almost twisted his back.

It took Qin Mo quite a while to help Gu Tingchen out of the Gu Group's company gate. Qin Mo opened the car door with one hand, helped the heavy president into the passenger seat, quickly closed the door, straightened up, went around to the driver's seat, opened the car door, started the Lamborghini, stepped on the gas, and with a whoosh, the black and white Lamborghini sped out of the company gate.

Nie Ranran lay in bed, tossing and turning, tears welling up in her eyes. She pulled the blanket up over her head, raised her hands, and covered her eyes with them. She drifted off to sleep in this way, but her sleep was very restless, with her legs bent and her back hunched over.

It was almost 1 a.m. when Gu Tingchen returned to the Gu family villa. Qin Mo hurriedly escorted the president to his bedroom. Butler Mu took off Gu Tingchen's leather shoes, suit jacket, and tie. Gu Tingchen slowly straightened up, and Qin Mo bowed to Butler Mu, saying, "Then I'll be leaving now. Butler Mu, thank you for taking care of the president. No need to see me off."

Butler Mu smiled slightly, and Qin Mo bowed gently to him. He turned around, and Butler Mu turned to look at the young master, who was drunk and dazed on the sofa. "Did the young master have another fight with the young lady? Why is he drinking so much?" Butler Mu muttered to himself. He shook his head helplessly and walked towards the room.

Butler Mu gently covered the young master with the silk velvet quilt. He straightened up, nodded, and said, "It's getting late, young master. You should go to sleep early. I'll make you a bowl of hangover soup tomorrow morning. Goodnight, young master!" After saying this softly, Butler Mu took a step back, turned around, and stepped out of the bedroom.

Gu Tingchen frowned slightly. He reached down with his right hand and touched the blanket. He pulled it up a little, turned to his side, and slowly fell asleep. The night was quiet. There were windows on both sides behind the sofa. The wind blew the corners of the silk velvet blanket. The man on the sofa was already fast asleep.

As the night passed and the sky began to lighten, Nie Ranran opened her eyes at 6:30 a.m. Her legs ached terribly. She lay flat on the bed, stretched her legs out, pulled the blanket down, closed her eyes, and breathed heavily. She twisted her neck to adjust her sleeping position and continued to fall asleep.

The mornings in Ancheng were chilly. It was almost November, and a cold wind was blowing through Ancheng in the mornings. Nie Ranran slowly opened her eyes, her eyelids feeling heavy and dull, probably from crying too much yesterday. She slowly sat up, turned her head to look at the clock on the bedside table, and saw that it was already past seven o'clock. She sat on the bed in a daze for a few seconds.

Nie Ranran slowly got out of bed. Her waist and back ached. She didn't know how she slept last night. Why did her whole body hurt? She blinked her clear eyes and gently patted her back with her right hand.