The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 314 - 314 293 Candlelight Dinner

314: Chapter 293 Candlelight Dinner 314: Chapter 293 Candlelight Dinner “Liu Ye is right,” the skinny monkey only then deeply understood that the man before him was truly destined for great things.

Liu Hun stood up, ready to leave, and said to the skinny monkey, “Find a way to get some information on Sea God Castle.

Be careful.”

“Yes!” The skinny monkey hurriedly nodded in agreement.

After leaving the nightclub and having obtained what he needed, Liu Hun was ready to move on to the next step of his plan—acquiring shares in Green Power.

The first person he needed to meet was Hu Qingdie; without money, nothing could be done.

Meanwhile, in Hu Qingdie’s bedroom, she was fretting over what to wear for her evening meeting with Liu Hun, and in her rush, she summoned her confidante Huang Zishan.

Panting, Huang Zishan arrived and giggled, “Butterfly sis, you have such a great figure!

It’s making me drool!”

“Go on!

Stop it, I’m getting old.” Hu Qingdie was secretly thrilled.

Despite her efforts for the Hu Group, she hadn’t let her figure slip, which gave her the confidence to try on clothes in nothing but her skin in front of Huang Zishan, who was seven or eight years younger.

Women’s thoughts are as complex as a ball of yarn.

Though she called Huang Zishan for advice, Hu Qingdie still preferred her own taste and wanted to flaunt her figure.

With no men around to praise her, a compliment from another woman wasn’t bad.

“Butterfly sis, your form is so beautiful, like defying the Earth’s gravity, like two soaring doves,” Huang Zishan admired Hu Qingdie’s chest and couldn’t help but exclaim.

Women’s aesthetics differ from men’s.

They appreciate proportion in a figure, not just sheer size.

“Wow!

Butterfly sis, is it trimmed down there?

It looks so sexy!” Huang Zishan’s curious eyes then fell on the area between Hu Qingdie’s legs.

“Naughty girl, what are you staring at!” Hu Qingdie turned her waist with a mix of pride and playful scolding, perfectly revealing her shapely bottom line.

“Hehe,” laughed Huang Zishan sheepishly, sitting breathlessly on the bed because she had rushed over.

“What were you up to just now?

Did I interrupt something?” Hu Qingdie held up a purple lace bra to her chest and asked Huang Zishan.

Huang Zishan perked up at the topic, “Butterfly sis, my high school classmate Liu Yunyao is now a big star, and we often hang out.

I’ve been having some insomnia, and she was going to a private clinic, so I went with her, and they gave me some calming medicine.”

“What medicine?” asked Hu Qingdie, setting down the purple bra and picking up a black one.

Huang Zishan pulled out a small oil-paper package from her bag, “This one.

The doctor said it’s a family secret formula, best taken during the day, for peace of mind and heart.

I just got it and was about to try when you called.”

“Uh-huh,” Hu Qingdie replied, then beckoned Huang Zishan over, “Zishan, which outfit do you think is better?”

“The black one!

I love black.

It’s noble, elegant, mysterious, and enchanting.

Especially the lace in the middle—you can almost see something through it!

Tee-hee~” Huang Zishan said playfully to Hu Qingdie.

“You talk like you’ve been around.

Let’s go with your choice then,” said Hu Qingdie, and began to slowly put on the black set of lingerie.

Standing to the side, Huang Zishan admired and thought how elegant Hu Qingdie looked, as if watching a textbook example of how an aristocratic woman should dress.

She wondered when she could change her own quirky personality into something more refined.

“Butterfly sis, who are you meeting tonight?

You’re getting so fancy…

and picking out underwear so carefully.

It’s not like you’re planning to roll in the sheets, right?” Huang Zishan said, her eyes suddenly shining with the thrill of gossip.

Hu Qingdie couldn’t help but lightly tap on Huang Zishan’s head and admonished, “You’re a lady; you should mind your words.

It’s an important client, and with evening gowns, you need to pay attention to matching inside and out.

If one angle is off and something is seen, having inner and outer garments that match in color and style won’t be too embarrassing, otherwise it would be shameful.”

Huang Zishan rubbed her forehead, not bothering with such details herself.

She was wearing different colored bra and panties and was more interested in who that evening’s company was.

She persisted, “Butterfly sis, take me with you tonight.”

The gears in Hu Qingdie’s mind turned swiftly, and she immediately said, “No.”

“Why?” pouted Huang Zishan, seemingly ready to argue with Hu Qingdie.

“You need to contact our bank tonight.

The transfer of seven hundred million can’t have any errors.

We need to set up a special account, so we can account for it clearly, quarter by quarter, to the board,” said Hu Qingdie.

Of course, this was one reason, but others could have been sent instead.

She wanted to be alone with Liu Hun; she had some things she wanted to make clear tonight.

“Wasn’t the acquisition of Green Power shares denied by the vice-chairman?

Are we still continuing?” Huang Zishan asked curiously, guessing that Hu Qingdie’s date for the evening must be Liu Hun.

“It’s complicated, can’t be explained in just a moment.

Go get on it, it needs to be done by tomorrow afternoon at the latest,” Hu Qingdie told Huang Zishan.

Although Huang Zishan was reluctant, she knew she had to fulfill the task assigned by the chairman.

She grabbed her purse and said, “Then I’m off, but don’t miss me too much.”

“Go ahead, and be serious about your work!” Hu Qingdie said with a smile to Huang Zishan, an assistant who was not too scheming yet clever and capable, which she quite liked.

Dragging her bag, Huang Zishan left the villa listlessly.

After Huang Zishan had left, Hu Qingdie also made her choice of clothes, and after hesitating for quite a while, she still wrapped her legs in a pair of fishnet stockings that she wouldn’t even dare think about on a normal day.

This made her long legs appear even more sensual and alluring.

Ah, I haven’t even figured out if he’s a friend or foe, what am I really looking forward to, I can’t think like this, this isn’t right, I’m not that kind of person!

Hu Qingdie struggled violently with her thoughts, as if two little people were fighting inside her head.

Moreover, Hu Qingdie kept putting on and taking off a pair of stockings, conflicted between feeling that this wasn’t in line with the education and restraint she always had, and seemingly wanting to grasp hold of this man.

“What’s this?” After putting on the stockings for the last time, Hu Qingdie suddenly touched something and picked it up to see—a small paper-wrapped package.

“That girl is so scatterbrained, leaving medicine on the bed,” murmured Hu Qingdie, and after recalling the effects of the medicine that Huang Zishan had mentioned, she hesitated for a few seconds before eating the powder.

“Phew!” Hu Qingdie let out a sigh, “He should be arriving soon, I better get ready.”

Half an hour later, Liu Hun drove directly from the nightclub to Hu Qingdie’s villa.

The previous driver, Huang Zishan, had become Hu Qingdie’s personal assistant, and the next driver, Zhong Xiao, had gone to gather intelligence.

So Liu Hun felt that other drivers were not reliable, and he might as well be his own experienced driver.

After ringing the doorbell for a while, Liu Hun saw Hu Qingdie.

The moment the door opened, a scent of jasmine wafted through, and Hu Qingdie appeared in front of him, wearing a backless evening gown, her carefully curled hair falling in perfect waves, exuding a mature charm and elegance.

The pair of never-before-seen fishnet stockings added a touch of allure.

Seeing Liu Hun, Hu Qingdie didn’t know why her face felt a bit hot, and her heartbeat sped up a lot.

She gave a slight smile and said, “Please come in.”

This was Liu Hun’s first visit to Hu Qingdie’s home, and honestly, as a mansion of a great tycoon, he thought it would be like Xiao Yanzi’s, but it turned out not to be the case once he entered.

The difference in taste between a corrupt official’s home and that of a longstanding tycoon’s family was not just a matter of eight lanes—it was as vast as the Louvre.

“These are my father’s collections; he has a fondness for impressionist paintings.

Monet and Cezanne’s works are his favorites,” Hu Qingdie explained to Liu Hun with an elegant demeanor.

Liu Hun managed a smile.

It was all gibberish to him; he couldn’t understand a word, and sometimes he felt he should really brush up on some things.

Hu Qingdie invited Liu Hun to sit by the dining table.

Looking at the large table, lit with candles, adorned with red wine, and a spread of dishes, he was quite unaccustomed to it.

“The servants are off today; I’ve prepared these dishes myself.

I don’t know if you’ll like them,” said Hu Qingdie before suddenly lowering her head, only daring to glimpse at Liu Hun with her eyes.

At this moment, Hu Qingdie had lost all the imposing aura of the business world, appearing entirely like a little wife waiting for her husband’s approval.

Liu Hun hadn’t expected Hu Qingdie to be capable of this.

He vividly remembered what she said in the dark elevator when her emotions collapsed, and he faintly felt that Hu Qingdie must have yearned for a different kind of life.

“Mmm!

Excellent!

Full marks!” Liu Hun put a spoonful of food into his mouth and couldn’t help but praise.

A sweet smile bloomed from within Hu Qingdie as she raised her glass to toast with Liu Hun.

After eating and drinking for a while, Hu Qingdie felt something was amiss, but still fixated on the matter at hand, she said to Liu Hun, “Executive Liu, I want to…

ask you something.”

“Go ahead,” Liu Hun said, putting down his knife and fork.

“Do you…

do you…

want to devour Hu Group?” Hu Qingdie asked, unsure where she found the courage, but she asked anyway.

Liu Hun was stunned by the question for a few seconds before he picked up his knife and fork again and started on a piece of steak.

This action left Hu Qingdie somewhat puzzled, thinking to herself, I’m asking you a question, and you’re still focused on eating.

“I only want to eat your steak, not Hu Group.

I want you to promise that the Hu Group will always bear the Hu name, and that your shareholding will only increase and not decrease,” Liu Hun put down his knife and fork and made a solemn promise to Hu Qingdie.

Although Liu Hun had used many tactics along the way, he was very grateful to Hu Group and Hu Qingdie.

He couldn’t stomach the behavior of biting the hand that feeds you, especially not towards a woman.