CHAPTER 128: CHAPTER 128 SI MINGJING: QUICK, LEAN YOUR FACE IN, SMACK! 1

Si Mingjing immediately turned her face to the other side. This damn rogue! I really don’t want to deal with him anymore! On the surface, he looks like a highly distinguished man with style, but in private, he’s just the same as those uncouth male inmates in prison. Indeed, Master was right: one should never have any illusions about any man. All men are the same! No matter how powerful he is, no matter how noble his demeanor! In their eyes, there are only two kinds of women: those you can sleep with, and those you can’t!

Fengjue followed behind Mo Yinhe. Even though he wanted to feign deafness, he couldn’t help but hear every single one of Mo Yinhe’s roguish remarks. He was quite shocked and couldn’t resist commenting.

"Your Excellency, if you lower yourself to act like such a hoodlum, aren’t you afraid Miss Si will be repulsed?"

"What do you know?" Mo Yinhe retorted. "Bad boys are what girls love. Don’t let my Mingjing’s proper appearance fool you; she actually falls for this kind of thing the most." He knew his woman like the back of his hand. "Of course, the prerequisite is having looks like mine. When you pursue women in the future, don’t you dare try to mimic me."

The tall and distinguished Fengjue was aghast.

What does that even mean? He even considered submitting his resignation. Although my features aren’t as exquisitely perfect as His Excellency’s, and my face is marred by acne scars from my teenage years, I’m tall! And a man’s height can hide many flaws!

Mo Yinhe, unabashed, continued, "Remember, when an ugly man does it, it’s called being a rogue. But when a handsome man does it... women will hate him and love him at the same time, grinding their teeth in frustration, yet unable to stop their hearts from racing."

These were all things his Baobao had once told him. Mo Yinhe was sharing his experience, thinking that as long as Fengjue’s acne marks didn’t fade, he shouldn’t try to copy him, or it would only backfire.

Fengjue, who had a temper, felt as if His Excellency was grinding his face into the dirt. He decisively stopped walking.

Ye Nianbai hadn’t disembarked from the plane yet; he was using the restroom. Si Mingjing stood beneath the plane, waiting and bored out of her mind.

Just then, the tall and imposing Fengjue walked towards her. After approaching, he asked, "Miss Si, you’re skilled in traditional Chinese medicine. Do you have any remedies that can remove the acne scars from my face?"

Si Mingjing looked at Fengjue’s face, pockmarked from acne. Fengjue has good features; it’s just the acne scars that ruin them. Without those scars, he’d definitely be a handsome man capable of captivating thousands of young women.

Si Mingjing said, "I’ll prepare a bottle of topical acne ointment for you. I’ll give it to you once it’s ready."

The gloom on Fengjue’s face vanished instantly. He said gratefully, "Miss Si, thank you! I’m counting on you!"

I don’t want to be put down by His Excellency anymore!

Si Mingjing replied, "You’re welcome. Don’t worry too much; removing acne scars isn’t difficult. Once I’ve prepared the Scar Removal Ointment for you, I guarantee that within a month, all the scars on your face will be gone, and your skin... will be as good as Mo Yinhe’s!"

Fengjue was overjoyed to hear this. His Excellency’s skin is more delicate than a woman’s, as if it’s been airbrushed by a beauty filter! It’s the kind of skin I’ve always dreamed of having.

Fengjue became even more attentive. "Miss Si, aren’t you going to buy a Paternity Tester? Let me be your driver!"

Little Ye Nianbai, dawdling, finally came down from the plane. Hearing Fengjue’s voice, he piped up in his curious, childlike voice, "Uncle Feng, what’s a Paternity Tester? Is it fun?"

"Miss Si is going shopping and needs a driver," Fengjue explained.

"Wow! Shopping! I want to go too!" Ye Nianbai exclaimed. "Jingjing, I think you’re missing one more thing."

Si Mingjing, wondering what nonsense the little guy would come up with next, asked curiously, "Missing what?"

Ye Nianbai patted his small chest proudly. "Of course, an ATM as cute and cool as me!"

Si Mingjing understood and chuckled. She reached out and ruffled his clever little head. "Do you have any money?"

Ye Nianbai smoothed his fluffy bangs. "Jingjing, I don’t need money! I just need to flash my face!"

Si Mingjing didn’t argue with the proud and confident "ATM". When Fengjue brought the car around, Si Mingjing helped Ye Nianbai into it.

After buying the Paternity Tester, just as they were about to head home, she received a phone call from Song Tengfei.

"Mingjing, come to Song Group at three o’clock this afternoon."

Si Mingjing’s eyes narrowed. "What’s the occasion, Dad?"

"It’s good news. You’ll know when you get here."

Heh. Si Mingjing didn’t believe him for a second.

But I’ve never visited Song Group before. It was Grandfather’s lifetime achievement; I should go and see it.

Si Mingjing had Fengjue drive to Song Group. Getting out of the car, Si Mingjing looked up at the fifty-story skyscraper, a wave of emotions washing over her. This was the empire my grandfather built with his own hands, his life’s work. It was supposed to be passed on to my mother, but now it has become Song Group!

A young woman in professional office attire proactively approached and greeted her. "Miss Si, my name is Zhou Wanyun. I’m President Song’s secretary. He asked me to receive you and take you to the signing ceremony venue. Please follow me."

Si Mingjing nodded impassively, leading a swaggering little Xiaobai. As they walked, she asked, "What signing ceremony?"

Zhou Wanyun deliberately leaked the information to her. "Today, Song Group and Huo Group are holding a signing ceremony for a new two-billion-yuan collaboration project. President Song hopes to use this opportunity for you to announce the commercial value of the cancer formula, with Song Group taking full responsibility for it."

Si Mingjing sneered internally. Song Tengfei certainly has his wishful thinking down to an art.

Si Mingjing lowered her gaze, fiddling with her ring-phone as she sent out a WeChat message.

Afterward, she followed Zhou Wanyun to the event hall on the third floor. The signing ceremony between Song Group and Huo Group was being held in a grand setting. On stage, Song Tengfei was delivering a speech. In the audience, there were not only executive representatives from Song Group and Huo Group but also many media journalists.

Zhou Wanyun led Si Mingjing to empty seats in the third row and gestured for them to sit. Then, she handed her a speech script. "Miss Si, President Song prepared this for you. When you go on stage later, just read from this script."

Si Mingjing took the script and read it from beginning to end. She paid particular attention to one line: "Regarding the patent for the cancer formula and future business collaborations, I fully entrust my father, Mr. Song Tengfei, to act as my agent."

Song Tengfei wants to use me as a cash cow for Song Group? What a lovely dream! Why doesn’t he just keep dreaming?

Following the agenda, the signing ceremony lasted nearly forty minutes. Finally, Song Tengfei mentioned his daughter, Si Mingjing!

Instantly, the media journalists stirred with excitement. Truthfully, the journalists weren’t very interested in the collaboration project between Song Group and Huo Group; they were far more interested in Si Mingjing’s ability to cure cancer!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Si Mingjing gracefully ascended the stage.

At that moment, an effeminate man suddenly caused a commotion at the entrance of the venue, shouting, "Let me in! Let me in!"