Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 88: The Cherry Lips Look Pretty Good

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: The Cherry Lips Look Pretty Good

The butler looked troubled and said, "Mr. Qin, the young man and Wang Shiman have already been gone for an hour."

What?

Qin Hailong’s expression turned angry.

Wang Shiman needed something from him; he didn’t believe she wouldn’t come to apologize soon. When the time came, he would make her bring that young man to treat his daughter.

...

Meanwhile, Chen Dashan and Wang Shiman returned to the Vienna Hotel.

Seeing Chen Dashan about to leave, Wang Shiman said, "Are we just going to sit back and do nothing? Let Qin Hailong beg us?"

Chen Dashan said, "You went to treat him and he looked down on you. Now he thinks you will go back and grovel. It’s his daughter after all. If he’s not in a hurry, why should we be?"

"You’re right!"

Wang Shiman’s expression became nonchalant. As long as Chen Dashan was around, any problem was no problem at all.

Chen Dashan stayed in the county to investigate matters related to the fruit store, while Wang Shiman had company affairs to handle. The two parted ways.

Two hours passed, and there was still no sign of Wang Shiman returning.

Mrs. Qin looked at her comatose daughter and frowned at Qin Hailong:

"If it doesn’t work, I’ll call Wang Shiman. After all, my words were harsh earlier."

"If her person can truly cure the illness, our family’s big order will be hers. She is smart enough to know what to do."

Qin Hailong nodded.

The situation had reached a point where there were no other options.

Mrs. Qin left her daughter’s room and picked up the phone to call Wang Shiman, but the call wouldn’t go through. Feeling helpless, Mrs. Qin turned to Qin Hailong, who immediately ordered the Qin Family to find Chen Dashan.

...

Three days later.

"Brother Dashan, Sister Jiayao and I are on the second floor of the Junlin Business Hotel. The person we’re meeting today is President Wang. According to Sister Jiayao, he’s in charge of the Furong County fruit market and has a lot of power!"

On the phone, Zhang Xuewen reported to Chen Dashan.

Hearing no response, Zhang Xuewen continued, "Sister Jiayao and I are waiting for you at the hotel. The address is 57 Yuegui Road."

After the call ended, Chen Dashan frowned. What kind of business needed to be discussed at a hotel?

Could these two women have been deceived?

Thinking of this, Chen Dashan shook his head, got in his car, and headed to the Junlin Hotel, following Zhang Xuewen’s instructions.

At that moment, in the Huazhao private room of the Junlin Hotel.

Zhao Jiayao wore a form-fitting blush pink dress, a silver watch on her wrist, and flesh-colored stockings on her long, beautiful legs, making them look even shinier. Her perfect leg shape and high heels combined to make her both stylish and stunning.

Her appearance immediately drew everyone’s attention. A greasy middle-aged man with a crew cut and a face full of pits and bumps stared at her.

Seeing Zhao Jiayao walk in, his eyes shone with lechery, and his rat-like eyes kept scanning her chest and curvy hips, while he licked his lips as he looked.

"This is President Wang, right?"

Zhao Jiayao extended her hand towards Wang Yingjun. Seeing the fair, soft hand in front of him, Wang Yingjun laughed and put down his wine glass on the table. He grabbed Zhao Jiayao’s hand with both of his and leered, "Your hand is well-maintained, so fragrant and soft."

With a sleazy smile on his face, he turned to his cronies, showing off.

The private room burst into laughter.

Seven or eight middle-aged men stared at Zhao Jiayao with ill intentions. One man laughed, "Why does such a beautiful woman need to do business? Any job she does will make more money than selling fruit."

"Yeah, such a beautiful girl, if she were with me, I’d make sure she gets all the fruit she wants to eat."

"She must be a 38D, right?"

"There’s another pretty girl here too!"

The middle-aged men brazenly made remarks, their eyes roving back and forth between Zhao Jiayao and Zhang Xuewen as if appraising goods.

Zhang Xuewen, who had never experienced such a scene, turned pale and hid behind Zhao Jiayao.

"Oh!"

Spotting the young beauty behind Zhao Jiayao, Wang Yingjun immediately released Zhao Jiayao’s hand, his eyes fixated on Zhang Xuewen. Seeing the youthful aura emanating from her, he noticed her short skirt accentuating her curves, making her no less of a catch than Zhao Jiayao.

What stood out was the fresh scent emanating from her. With his experience with countless women, Wang Yingjun could tell at a glance that Zhang Xuewen was still a virgin.

Immediately, his gaze became even hotter, "There’s a little sister here too. Let me see, it’s not that small anymore, right?"

With that, he stared at Zhang Xuewen’s prominent chest.

"Hahaha..."

The people in the room burst into laughter again. One man said, "Why don’t you take off your clothes and show everyone if it’s still small."

"You..."

Zhang Xuewen was humiliated and angrily looked around at the others.

Taking a step behind her to shield her, Zhao Jiayao looked at Wang Yingjun, "President Wang, we’re here to discuss business. If your friends continue like this, then there will be no business to talk about."

Wang Yingjun’s face darkened.

His expression toward Zhao Jiayao bore traces of displeasure, but he quickly suppressed it. He raised his hand to silence the room. The laughter died down, and he said, "Sorry, the way men and women give compliments is different. They just find you both very beautiful."

"Of course, we need to discuss business. For your fruit store to open in Furong Town, you have to get through me first."

Zhang Xuewen looked up at Zhao Jiayao, who pondered for a moment before deciding to proceed.

Wang Yingjun had a cold smile at the corners of his lips. Seeing the two beauties enter, the crowd chimed in, "Sit here!"

"If you don’t sit next to President Wang, how can you discuss business?"

After a moment, the sound of chairs being moved filled the room, and two seats were cleared next to Wang Yingjun.

Zhao Jiayao sat down, while Zhang Xuewen carefully perched on the edge of her chair.

Since today was the first time her boss, Zhao Jiayao, had taken her out for business, Zhang Xuewen knew this business deal was crucial for the future of Chen Dashan’s orchard. She couldn’t afford to mess it up.

Giving herself a pep talk, she noticed Wang Yingjun looking her way. Quickly, she forced a smile.

Her smile was as brief as an epiphyllum bloom.

With her pure and tender face, rosy lips, white teeth, and bright eyes, she stirred Wang Yingjun’s lust even more.

"Let’s start with a drink!"

Wang Yingjun poured baijiu for Zhao Jiayao and Zhang Xuewen, and seeing their troubled expressions, he said, "Not giving me face?"

"How do you make friends without drinking? And if we’re not friends, who helps you with your fruit store? I won’t force you, but if you don’t drink, you can leave now!"

Looking at the small glass of baijiu on the table, Zhao Jiayao gritted her teeth and smiled, "Of course we will drink, but my little sister is still young, so I’ll drink hers for her."

Having followed Zhao Jiayao for a few days, Zhang Xuewen knew her drinking capacity was poor.

She quickly waved her hand, "Sister Jiayao, you don’t need to worry about me. I can manage."

After saying this, Zhang Xuewen picked up the glass in front of her and drained it in one gulp. The men around the table cheered, "The little sister has good drinking capacity. Have another, another!"

Wang Yingjun laughed and refilled her glass.