Lin Huanhuan suddenly received a notice today, announcing that Lu Beicheng wanted to meet her.

She was a contracted artist at Huaxia Entertainment Company while he was the president of Huaxia Group.

Others were envious and jealous of her apparent favor, yet Lin Huanhuan knew that if Lu Beicheng wanted to see her, it couldn't bode well.

This man was lustful and heartless. What other reasons could there be for him to want to see her, other than wanting to keep her as a mistress!

Lin Huanhuan paused her steps, raised her hand to rub her face, then walked into Lu Beicheng's office. This office was over a hundred square meters in size, with a big screen right at the entrance.

She walked around the screen and in that single instant, her facial expression changed dramatically as she suddenly put on an enticing smile. Even her entire aura changed subtly.

Her smile was as warm as springtime and as soft as catkin. Upon seeing Lu Beicheng, the smile carried a hint of flattery.

Standing at a standard height of 1.85m, Lu Beicheng's custom-made grey suit perfectly brought out his tall and slim physique. His features were majestic, like that of a figure in a painting. He was wearing a pair of plain glasses, masking the brilliance in his eyes. From the outside, he looked like a gentle and amiable young man. Yet everyone was aware that this young man, once he bared his fangs, would relentlessly fight until the bitter end!

"President Lu!"

Lin Huanhuan's voice was as soft and sweet as cotton candy, almost sickeningly so.

She approached Lu Beicheng with a sweet smile and sat down across his desk, subtly leaning forward to reveal her assets.

Lu Beicheng barely moved his eyelids, a trace of contempt flashing across his eyes. He spoke lightly: "So, you're Lin Huanhuan?"

"President Lu, you're too funny. You asked to see me by name, don't tell me you don't know what I look like?" Lin Huanhuan's smile grew broader as she provocatively leaned her upper body across the desk, her face just inches away from Lu Beicheng's.

At such close range, Lu Beicheng could almost see the pores on Lin Huanhuan's face. With no makeup on, her skin was still so good that it would make people jealous. It was fair to the point of almost being transparent, with hardly visible pores, and a slight rosy tinge filling in the space beneath her skin, perfectly complementing her black eyes and red lips.

Lu Beicheng gave Lin Huanhuan a brief glance before replying nonchalantly, "I've indeed seen your face, but I didn't expect such a zealous reception. Your eagerness makes me think I've made a mistake. It seems that the rumors about Miss Lin's cold demeanor are not applicable to everyone!"

"Uh..."

Lu Beicheng's undisguised sarcasm, like a needle, pierced relentlessly into the heart of Lin Huanhuan.

Lin Huanhuan's expression became stiff momentarily, before she resumed her wide smile and moved ever so closer to him.

"Mr. Lu, how could you say that about me? Keeping one's value is not a fault. Now, Mr. Lu is the most suitable buyer. Besides, didn't you ask for me for precisely this reason?"

Smiling and asking in a tempting tone, Lin Huanhuan slowly straightened her body, sitting on the desk, playing with her long, wavy hair, a scene full of allure and beauty.

Her forthrightness made Lu Beicheng slightly startled.

Lu Beicheng never lacked women's attention. After his previous lover, who overstepped her bounds in wanting to join the Lu family, was kicked out, there was a period of calm around him. One day, he saw Lin Huanhuan's interview and found the icy woman quite impressive. Upon asking, he realized she's a contracted artist in China, which piqued his interest. He then had Wang Yuan fetch Lin Huanhuan round for a meeting. Seeing the smiling and blooming Lin Huanhuan, Lu Beicheng felt a tinge of disappointment deep down.

Nevertheless, with Lin Huanhuan's appearance and figure, it was almost enough for him to want to keep her by his side.

The corner of Lu Beicheng's mouth showed a faint, mocking smile as he asked, "You have so much confidence in yourself?"

"Of course." Lin Huanhuan gave a coquettish smile.

"I need to inspect the goods first."

Lu Beicheng nonchalantly uttered, equating women to products with absolutely no respect in his tone. Yet, such submissive women didn't deserve his respect in his mind.

Despite the anger that sprouted from the bottom of Lin Huanhuan's heart, she managed to maintain a perfect smile on her face, asking in a seductive voice, "How would Mr. Lu do the inspection?"

"Hehe."

Lu Beicheng chuckled, and suddenly stretched out his arm, snatching her in one swift grab! Across the desk, Lin Huanhuan felt a sudden rush and before she knew it, she was in Lu Beicheng's arms.