Chapter 1064: Chapter 1064

Chapter 1064: Chapter 1064: Get Mu Wan Drunk to Seize the Opportunity 2 More (5)

“President Qin, your secretary really has impressive drinking capacity.”

Qin Mu originally thought she’d just take a light sip, but to his surprise, the woman downed her glass in one go out of respect. A flicker of dark light passed through his pitch-black eyes as his thin lips pressed together, and he responded indifferently.

But… his dark eyes involuntarily knitted together… clearly displeased.

Mu Wan felt a bit dazed… She raised her hand to support her head… took a deep breath, and told herself she had to clarify things with Qin Mu while she still had some semblance of consciousness.

“Qin Mu… just now… did I perform well enough? You said… if I performed well enough… you wouldn’t fire that secretary…”

Mu Wan wasn’t good at drinking, and having just had her drink, her flushed face turned an alarming shade of red, as if it could almost bleed.

Qin Mu gazed intently at the woman in front of him with a meaningful look… To his knowledge, Mu Wan never drank.

Qin Mu pressed his thin lips into a line, his gaze falling on the woman’s soft, fair, and delicate face, his dark eyes full of inscrutable meaning.

“Mm… barely. The night is only just beginning, and you’ve only had one glass. Mu Wan, you’re underestimating the work of a secretary too much… Those people on the other side… will take turns raising their glasses to me with utmost respect.”

If every person toasted her with one glass…

Adding it all up, she might have to drink far more than ten glasses…

Mu Wan took a deep breath, locked her gaze with the man’s sharp, dark eyes, and tugged at the corner of her lips.

Qin Mu hadn’t anticipated seeing the woman back down, but instead… her defiance. His dark eyes grew deeper, and after a long moment, his thin lips pressed close to her ear, murmuring softly.

“Mu Wan, if you regret it now… there’s still time.”

Mu Wan’s heart felt bitter…

Regret? She didn’t even know what regret meant. Or perhaps, every day she lived in deliberate defiance.

At least when it came to unrequited love, she had always been this way.

Knowing full well the man didn’t love her, yet foolishly charging forward like a moth drawn to a flame.

Mu Wan tugged at her lips, curving them into a faint, barely-there smile.

“Sorry, I don’t regret it… Qin Mu… Are you saying that if I toast everyone on the other side with a glass of wine each, you’ll revoke your decision? Is that correct?”

Mu Wan understood that challenging Qin Mu often led to dead ends.

Because the man was too devilish; she could never grasp his true intentions.

What she had to do now… while she still had a shred of rationality… was ensure she knew what she was about to do…

Otherwise… if Qin Mu’s response wasn’t clear, even if she finished toasting, he could still find an excuse to renege.

Qin Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, casting a deep look at the woman in front of him. He met her determined and resilient eyes—eyes that generally remained lowered throughout most encounters—and it was rare for her to gaze directly .

Mu Wan took a deep breath, clenched her left hand into a fist, then stood up and proactively went to Paul’s employees beside him to offer them a toast. She immediately drained the wine from her glass in one gulp.

Mr. Paul glanced at the slightly tipsy woman, her gestures voluptuous and alluring, and narrowed his eyes.

He had initially thought she was just an ordinary lover…

But now it seemed she didn’t even count as a lover; she was merely a public relations professional.

Originally, he had thought Qin Mu’s woman was untouchable.

But now… it appeared that she wasn’t entirely beyond reach.

Mr. Paul squinted his eyes while the other employees followed suit, raising their glasses to toast Mu Wan.

After all… when the president brings employees to such drinking occasions, their primary role is to help block drinks and create a lively atmosphere.

Mu Wan put all her effort into staying focused, but after downing five glasses of red wine, her cheeks were flushed like rosy apples, soft and enticing, begging for pity. Her clear eyes grew distracted, a stark contrast to the usually composed and icy woman she was.

Mr. Paul watched Mu Wan as she mingled in this lively drinking scene with the employees, using this opportunity to negotiate a collaboration with Qin Mu to expand domestic markets alongside strengthening France’s local markets.

“President Qin… I hope you can give me a chance… After all, when it comes to perfumes, our company is a trusted veteran brand.”

Mr. Paul had assumed victory was within his grasp.

However, what he hadn’t expected was Qin Mu’s expression growing darker and colder by the second… His whole demeanor seemed to freeze into icy steel, exuding an intimidating chill.

Mr. Paul’s eyes froze… What was going on?

“I’ll think about it.”

Qin Mu’s gaze had never left Mu Wan. He watched the woman drink glass after glass, clearly already drunken but still stubbornly persevering. His large hands clenched tighter, emitting a brooding aura that gripped everyone’s senses.

Mr. Paul was cowed by the frost emanating from Qin Mu, leaving him uncertain of how to proceed.

Mu Wan, meanwhile, continued her drinking mission. Her mind grew muddled, yet she kept counting the faces before her with determination.

Until finally, she’d toasted with everyone. Mu Wan exhaled deeply, her spirit relaxing—but the next moment, she realized the person beside her hadn’t been toasted yet. She turned with a confused gaze toward Qin Mu, whose handsome face was magnified before her eyes.

This… she hadn’t toasted him yet?

That damn man had said… she had to toast everyone…

“Uh… now it’s your turn… Hello, I’m Mu Wan… I’m a secretary… I don’t speak French, but I can drink… Come on, let me toast you…”

With that, Mu Wan filled her wine glass to the brim, raised her hand, and gestured to Qin Mu that she intended to toast him.

Mu Wan was unmistakably drunk.

Qin Mu raised an eyebrow at the woman before him… and then curved his lips into a mischievous smile.

“What if I refuse to drink?”

No way. If this man didn’t drink, then the secretary would get fired.

Thinking about this, Mu Wan suddenly let out a laugh, radiant as jade, captivatingly beautiful.

“Buddy… then tell me… what’ll it take for you to drink?”

At this word ‘buddy,’ Qin Mu’s assistant nearby broke out into a fresh cold sweat.

Qin Mu looked deeply at the woman in front of him with meaningful intent… His thin lips curved into a faint smile.

“Ah… How about I feed you myself?”

As soon as she finished, Mu Wan seemed to discover a whole new world. She immediately grabbed the wine glass in her hand, stumbled toward Qin Mu, and clumsily pressed it against his lips, intent on pouring it into his mouth…

Most women, when they say the word ‘feed,’ mean mouth-to-mouth feeding.