Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

This was Song Xianyin's first time organizing such a dinner party, so she brought her secretary along. The secretary seemed much more experienced and was chatting with the shareholders the whole time.

The shareholder sitting in the middle smiled and looked at Song Xianyin: "I've heard about Miss Song before. Old Pei is so lucky to have such a capable daughter."

Song Xianyin's eyes curved into a smile: "Although I am not Uncle Pei's daughter, Uncle Pei treats me like his own daughter. Otherwise, he would not have let me come to Pei's Group to train."

Song Xianyin made no mention of how long she had been whispering in Lin Pianyue's ear.

The shareholder looked at her with a smile: "I'm the same age as your Uncle Pei, Xiao Xianyin can just call me Uncle Qin."

Song Xianyin almost vomited when she heard that. She smiled politely and said, "Uncle Qin."

"According to our market research, Nexora Technologies..."

Before Song Xianyin could finish speaking, the shareholder interrupted her, looking her up and down, his tone becoming increasingly intimate: "It seems your Uncle Pei thinks highly of you. Little Xianyin, you know your identity is somewhat special."

Seeing Song Xianyin's sullen face, the secretary quickly tried to ease the tension: "President Qin, President Pei naturally doesn't care about such trivial matters."

The shareholder looked at the person next to him with an ambiguous smile on his face: "That's hard to say."

He loosened his tie and leaned back in his chair: "Xiao Xianyin, you're new to the workplace and don't know some of the rules."

He raised an eyebrow: "You should at least pour us old men a drink. You don't have the attitude of someone asking for a favor."

"Yeah, at least have a few drinks with us," someone nearby chimed in.

He didn't want to come at all, but when he saw his appearance, he gave him the courtesy.

The secretary stood up and quickly raised her glass: "Mr. Qin, Miss Song doesn't know how to pour wine, let me drink it for her."

The shareholder shook his finger: "That won't do."

The secretary forced a smile: "Mr. Qin, we're not outsiders."

The shareholders remained silent, looking at Song Xianyin with a smile.

Song Xianyin laughed as she watched him rubbing his stomach: "President Qin, it's not like your hand is broken, why do you insist that I pour you wine?"

"If you really want to drink the wine I poured, I don't mind pouring a few cups at your grave when I offer incense to you."

She hates people who don't appreciate kindness.

The shareholder's face darkened instantly. He stood up abruptly, pointed at Song Xianyin, and cursed fiercely, "Who do you think you are? If it weren't for that face, do you think we would have come?"

"You ill-mannered brat, don't you know who we are? A burden to us..."

"Ah!" The secretary was startled when she saw the wine glass that had smashed into the shareholder's face.

"Ms. Song, please calm down!!" The secretary quickly stopped Song Xianyin, who was grabbing the shareholder's collar.

The shareholder was also startled by Song Xianyin. He cursed, "We agreed to Pei Qizhan's proposal a long time ago. We were just teasing you. How can a burden like you compare to a proper young master of the Pei family?"

Enraged, Song Xianyin grabbed the shareholder and slammed him against the wall. She had been bullying people since she was a child and never knew when to stop.

Seeing Song Xianyin's relentless determination to kill the person, the secretary quickly went out to find help; the other shareholders had already been frightened away by Song Xianyin's appearance.

I thought he was an easy target, but I ended up running into a madman.

The secretary ran straight upstairs. The young master had been discussing this matter with other shareholders today, and he hadn't dared to tell Miss Song.

"This proposal is indeed good, although it's a bit conservative, but we've just..."

"Young Master, something's happened!" The secretary didn't care about manners anymore and pushed the door open.

He yelled, "Miss Song is going to beat President Qin to death, young master!"

No one will die; this is no ordinary person.

The hotel staff followed closely behind, and when Pei Qizhan arrived at the private room, he saw Song Xianyin kicking the person on the ground.

The others who witnessed this scene stepped back in fear, but Pei Qizhan was already used to it.

Because of her earlier excitement, Song Xianyin felt her chest tighten and she gradually became breathless. Looking at the man lying half-dead on the ground, she felt increasingly angry.

This Lao Deng.

Seeing that Song Xianyin had let go, the others quickly dragged the person on the ground away.

Song Xianyin leaned against the wall, feeling increasingly dizzy, and her vision began to blur.

Just as she was about to lose her balance, Pei Qizhan steadied her. His brows were furrowed, and she was sweating profusely, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

Pei Qizhan knelt on the ground and let her lie half-on onto him. He skillfully took out nitroglycerin from her bag.

Pei Qizhan calmly placed the medicine in her mouth and looked at his secretary: "Pour a glass of warm water."

The secretary quickly poured a glass of warm water. He looked at Song Xianyin with some fear. What was wrong with Miss Song? She had been fighting so fiercely just now.

Song Xianyin was extremely upset; she clutched her chest, tears streaming down her face.

It's all that old man's fault. She hasn't been this angry in a long time. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be feeling so upset right now.

She opened her eyes, pushed away the water Pei Qizhan offered, and forced herself to speak, "Get away from me. You're no better than me. You're playing a trick on me with them."

Pei Qizhan looked at the tears in the corners of her eyes and suddenly felt an urge to wipe them away, but he clenched his fist and forcefully suppressed the thought.

He frowned as he looked at Song Xianyin, who was pale in his arms. Too lazy to explain, he simply held the water glass to her lips.

Song Xianyin choked, and glared at him fiercely: "Are you sick? Would you be satisfied if I died?"

The secretary stood by, not daring to utter a sound. Why did Miss Song dislike the young master so much? They seemed perfectly normal together this afternoon.

Pei Qizhan lowered his eyes and used a tissue to wipe the water that had overflowed from her lips.

He paused for a moment, looking at her bright red lips, then silently looked away and carried her to the sofa.

Song Xianyin even took the opportunity to kick him, leaving an awkward footprint on his black suit.

Song Xianyin lay on the sofa and coughed: "Pei Qizhan, don't be so smug. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. I will never let you succeed."

Her complexion gradually became rosy. There was no one else in the private room except the two of them. She lay on the sofa, as if she were completely enveloped by it.

Pei Qizhan recalled the feeling of her leaning against him just now; she was so small and fragile, completely different from how she usually bullied him.

So light, so soft, her neck was so slender, it looked like it could be easily snapped.

He was certain he hated her, but seeing her lying pale in his arms, he suddenly found her more pleasing to the eye when she threw her bag at his face.