Gold Medal Sweetheart

Tang Xin glanced at the man who had exposed most of his profile to him and hummed lightly.

After hanging up the phone, she was still quite happy that she didn't have to go to the dinner. So she turned around and told the man, "Wei Qing has work to do and can't go. Can you let me go? I—"

"Let's go to the charity dinner." Jin Taize adjusted himself to a comfortable sitting position, calmly adjusting the front of his suit, and instructed the driver. After driving slowly for a while, the car finally accelerated and sped towards the destination.

Tang Xin tightened her fingers on the seat back, and she almost felt like she was hallucinating - going to a charity dinner?

"Why are you still going to the charity dinner? Wei Qing said you weren't going?" Tang Xin suspected that she hadn't expressed herself clearly.

"I changed my mind again. I want to go again now." Jin Taize turned his face and the light outside the car drew a curved arc. The heart-pounding face was half neon and half shadow.

"You're dressed like this late at night. If something happens to you while you're in the car, will I be held responsible?" Jin Taize glanced at Tang Xin from head to toe and added, "If you don't want to go, I have to wait until the driver arrives before I can take you."

Tang Xin was speechless. Jin Taize's words made sense. She looked rather solemn now. If she walked down the street, passersby would probably look at her like she was different. It would be inconvenient for her to take a car by herself. Besides, she had no reason to ask Jin Taize to send her off first.

The car pulled into a gas station, and the driver went inside to pay. Jin Taize said he wanted some throat lozenges and asked Hu Yang to go with the driver.

The car was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of people swallowing.

Jin Taize watched the two people get off the car and walk away, and said to himself: "Ah, I really don't know how many concert tickets there will be left, whether they will be enough to give to the employees." After saying that, he looked at Tang Xin meaningfully.

The three words "concert" once again penetrated into Tang Xin's heart from her ears. After a fierce ideological struggle, they successfully captured all of her rationality.

She made up her mind and smiled flatteringly, "Boss Jin, I am also an employee of Shitian."

"So?" Jin Taize pretended not to understand, and after a moment, he said with exaggerated regret, "But didn't Teacher Tang want to go?"

"No way! That was a slip of the tongue," Tang Xin denied. There was nothing she could do. If she couldn't buy the tickets herself, Jin Taize was her only hope. Even if he continued to mock her, face was worthless in order to see her idol. Her biggest wish now was to see the concert!

Yes, this is it!

"Then Teacher Tang has changed his mind?" Jin Taize raised his eyebrows, looking very proud.

"There's never been a time I couldn't get." Tang Xin raised his hand and swore, but inwardly he admired himself for being able to lie so frankly.

Tang Xin's confident look and her change of sides without blinking an eye made Jin Taize's mouth curl up almost unnoticeably, and then he turned into a pensive look, "I will go to the banquet alone later, and ask Hu Yang when I have time. It may not be possible." He emphasized the word "alone" and raised his eyebrows. Sima Zhao's intention was clear to him, and he was obviously enjoying the pleasure of taking advantage of the situation.

"Boss Jin, are you in need of a female companion tonight?"

The girl's eyebrows were curved, and her smile was hypocritical and flattering.

Jin Taize's face darkened, he glanced at her expressionlessly, turned his head away without any desire, and said calmly, "No need." It was a straightforward rejection.

Tang Xin, "..."

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but it becomes much easier if you keep doing it. The same goes for face. Once you put it aside at the beginning, you will persevere no matter how difficult it is later.

"Well, can I take advantage of the opportunity to follow Mr. Jin and see for myself?" Tang Xin smiled and moved a little closer.

Jin Taize raised his chin slightly and regarded her coldly, his expression attentive, as if waiting for her next words. Suddenly, he felt his sleeve tighten. He lowered his eyes to see a delicate hand, as delicate as jade, wrapped around his sleeve and gently shook it. The man's brows raised imperiously.

"Taize..." The soft and sticky voice was like a cursed insect, drilling into every crevice on the human body.

This sound...

Mr. Jin suddenly felt a little drunk.