Jiang Yan looked at President Huang's lust-filled face, and her stomach churned.
She forced a smile: "President Huang, you're already married. Sharing this toast with me seems inappropriate, right?"
President Huang had a deliberately flattering expression: "How can my old nag at home compare to Secretary Jiang? Besides, she's not here. It's just a drink; what's she going to do, eat me alive?"
Lu Jinglun sat on the side, watching her hesitate, struggle, resist, and suffer. He felt exceptionally at ease and comfortable.
He even chimed in: "Secretary Jiang, how long are you going to make President Huang wait for this drink?"
"No rush, no rush," President Huang interjected, smiling: "President Lu, don't scare Secretary Jiang. Being this pretty, she's entitled to a bit of temper."
The man sneered coldly: "She's got plenty of courage; no need for President Huang to be too tender-hearted."
Jiang Yan's face turned grim.