Chapter 85: If She Won

Song Huan Yan flatly rejects it, saying, "Hmm, I just look down on people. What can you do to me? If you don't like it, just leave."

Song Huan Yan's words are both arrogant and harsh.

She wasn't normally a sharp‑tongued person, but her disgust for Qiao An had peaked, so her mouth was deadly poisonous.

She's even too lazy to pretend.

Moreover, given her status, she doesn't need to pretend, doesn't need to feign false courtesy with Qiao An.

That's the confidence that comes from her family background.

If she were just an ordinary person, that would truly be… pitiful.

She didn't expect that her remark would actually make that short‑haired woman cry in anger.

Song Huan Yan: "?"

The other sisters called out, "You're being way too much, making people cry! We've each drunk a big glass, you only need to touch the rim a bit to show politeness, you… how can someone like you be like this?"

These girls are all the same age as Qiao An, and they felt aggrieved like this.

Qiao An hurriedly said, "Ah, it's fine, it's fine. President Song's personality is just like that—cool and aloof, but she's a good person. If she doesn't want to drink, she just won't."

Qiao An tried to mediate, but the sisters wouldn't let up, "You didn't even make her actually drink. Besides, your boss is the Song Family Heiress; she wouldn't treat people like this, right? That's too much!"

Sang Wan and Tang Chenge remained silent, watching the situation unfold.

Song Huan Yan also stayed quiet, watching them put on a drama.

Qiao An said, "Don't say it like that. President Song doesn't mean that."

After speaking, she looked at Song Huan Yan with a somewhat embarrassed expression and suggested, "President Song, I'm sorry. They're all my good friends from high school; please don't compare with them. I'll toast you, and also Director Tang."

Qiao An looked at Tang Chenge, "The incident on set last time was my fault; I'll definitely work on improving my professional abilities from now on."

While saying that, she got up, poured a full glass for Tang Chenge, and smiled, pushing it over, "I'll drink first as a toast. You two, whatever you like, drink however you want."

She lifted the cup and downed it in one gulp, quite briskly.

With that, anyone would have to compliment her for being adept at handling matters.

She lowered her own position, giving Song Huan Yan and the others plenty of face.

If Song Huan Yan and the others still refused to drink, it would really be hard to argue.

Moreover, today is Qiao An's host venue; as the host, she even deliberately catered to Song Huan Yan, which is already very well done.

At this table, Qiao An's side has six, plus Song Huan Yan's three, and one extra seat, presumably saved for her fiancé.

Qiao An finished her drink and set it down, looking at Song Huan Yan and Tang Chenge, but the two didn't move a muscle.

"President Song?" Qiao An raised an inquisitive eyebrow, seeming to not understand why Song Huan Yan wouldn't even lift a cup to make a show.

Song Huan Yan truly doesn't want to drink with Qiao An.

Qiao An is currently carrying Qin Zi Mo's child in her womb…

It makes her feel extremely disgusted.

She can come, can watch her perform, but won't accept her toast.

It's not that she still harbors any feelings for Qin Zi Mo.

She just feels boundless anger.

Qiao An had better not truly provoke her today, or she wouldn't mind, after her fiancé arrives, playing a video right here in the banquet hall!

Song Huan Yan stared coldly, looked at Qiao An, "I said, I don't drink."

Qiao An furrowed her brows, "President Song, I'm not forcing you to drink. Just… make a show, lift the cup, touch your lips; whether you actually drink or not doesn't matter."

Qiao An was also puzzled.

Isn't it just because of that incident?

Such a big temper?

She's been pretending so well, yet this old woman Song Huan Yan still looks like this wretched state.

She's deliberately picking a fight today, isn't she?

Song Huan Yan stared coldly, "I don't drink, why should I put on a show?"

Qiao An's face was completely stripped of any dignity by Song Huan Yan, leaving none at all.

Although she's the boss and has the confidence to withhold face, on the surface it does seem a bit excessive.

Moreover, today Qiao An is hosting at Nangong Hotel, the most upscale luxury hotel in Kyoto.

Her fiancé behind her clearly has a substantial background.

As a boss, no matter how wild, she shouldn't go this far.

But Song Huan Yan truly is this reckless.

The short‑haired sister who had been made to cry shouted again, "An An, your boss is really indescribable, huh? You still treat her as a noble! Being this reckless is rare in the circle."

Qiao An hurriedly said, "Don't say that! President Song is not only my boss, she's also the Song Family Heiress, so she naturally has the capital to be reckless."

A sister teased, "Oh, so she's the Song Family Heiress, how splendid."

Song Huan Yan's expression turned ice‑cold to the extreme.

But Qiao An quickly said, "Alright, alright, stop talking."

After that, she didn't cling to Song Huan Yan, but looked at Tang Chenge, "Director Tang? President Song isn't drinking, are you not drinking either?"

She meant, roughly, that Song Huan Yan is the boss, the Song Family Heiress, and thus has the capital to refuse drinking.

But Tang Chenge is different.

Yet Tang Chenge truly doesn't want to drink!

The three of them are essentially one.

If she accepts Qiao An's toast, it would tarnish Song Huan Yan's face!

Tang Chenge could not possibly drink.

She replied, "I accept your apology. I won't drink the alcohol; I'm allergic to alcohol, I can't even touch it."

Tang Chenge also looked quite arrogant.

Qiao An's complexion changed.

Song Huan Yan has an overbearing wealth, but what gives Tang Chenge the right?

Leaning on Song Huan Yan?

Qiao An wore a dark, stern face, and her tone was clearly displeased, "Fine. Even if you can't touch it at all, you can at least hold a cup, make a gesture, put on a show, right? As for that incident on set, we both know who was right and who was wrong. I even apologized to you first, and you won't even hold a cup; that's really hard to excuse."

In this situation, just holding a wine glass counts as giving face.

What Qiao An wants is exactly that face.

Song Huan Yan can be arrogant, and perhaps still harbors resentment over her previous pursuit of Qin Zi Mo.

But regarding that incident on set, it was clearly Tang Chenge who deliberately provoked first.

Now she apologizes first, and Tang Chenge won't even hold a cup; that's truly inexcusable!

Qiao An's words are already polite enough.

Who would have known, Tang Chenge blurted out, "My hand has an old injury; I can't lift it."

That excuse is just a pretext; if not perfunctory, it's outright contempt.

But Tang Chenge doesn't care; indeed, she doesn't respect Qiao An either.

As expected, Qiao An's complexion darkened even further.

The short‑haired sister who dances the highest, upon hearing this, couldn't control herself, slammed the table and rose, "Are you kidding me?!"

Tang Chenge also slammed the table, "Why are you howling?!"

The conflict escalated instantly.

The other four sisters also stood up at once, "You are overstepping!"

"We kindly offered you a toast, and you insult us like this?"

"Isn't it just a film‑company boss plus the Song Family Heiress? Don't really think the whole of Kyoto can be controlled by one hand!"

"Exactly! Who are they? An An kindly treated us, offered an apology toast, and you treat her like this? Do you know that An An is no longer someone you can bully at will!"

"An An's fiancé is the real power that can dominate Kyoto! When he arrives, he'll definitely give you a show!" the short‑haired sister pointed at Song Huan Yan, "When that time comes, don't cry! Don't think your Song Family is that great!"

Song Huan Yan sneered, "Fine, let him come. I want to see how he plans to make me look good."

The short‑haired sister looked at Qiao An, "An An, when exactly will your fiancé arrive? Your boss is really overbearing; no wonder the dog director dared to bully you on set last time. Hurry and bring him to give this old woman a warning! Make the Song Family go bankrupt! Drive them out of Kyoto!"

Upon hearing that, Tang Chenge immediately slammed the table and rose, "Watch your mouth!"

Sang Wan also said, "So capable? You think you can even drive the Song Family out of Kyoto?"

Song Huan Yan looked at the short‑haired sisters, "Let him come quickly; if he doesn't drive my Song Family out of Kyoto, he'll have lost."

Song Huan Yan remained calm, the short‑haired sisters grew angrier, stamping their feet, "An An, hurry and call him!"

Qiao An, still acting, said, "Ah, forget it."

Those few, wearing black faces, relentless, "Can't just give up! An An, she's really overstepping!"

"Exactly." the short‑haired sister who dances the highest said, "She doesn't want to drink, but I'll force her to!"

After saying that, she actually made a phone call to summon someone.

Song Huan Yan stared coldly, indeed having come prepared.

This play was performed quite well.

Qiao An played the innocent role, while the others played the angry roles.

Sang Wan said, "What? Shaking people? Qiao An, you surely know the Song Family and the Nan Gong Clan have always been on good terms, right? This is at Nangong Hotel; are you sure you want to cause such a ruckus?"

Qiao An, on the verge of tears, said, "It's not me causing trouble. Ah…"

She then went to pull her own sisters, "Alright, alright, stop the fuss, it's a proper banquet."

The sisters naturally refused to let it go, saying, "An An, what are you afraid she will do? With your fiancé, are you still scared of her? Whether she supports you or not doesn't matter; your fiancé will support you anyway. You give her face, and she keeps humiliating you! Today, I must help you vent this! If she won't drink, we'll force her to!"

"So arrogant?" Tang Chenge picked up the phone, "Shaking people, huh? Who wouldn't? I wonder who today dares to force President Song to drink!"

One of the sisters shouted, "Clearly you were the ones who first humiliated people, speaking rudely, and you still cling to it! It's insane, An An, today we must deal with them!"

The short‑haired sister looked at Tang Chenge, snorted coldly, "Do you think the people you summoned can get in here?"

Song Huan Yan's expression was extremely cold; indeed, she was prepared.

She even preemptively arranged the external forces.

At that moment, the people the short‑haired sisters called arrived, and several black‑clad bodyguards stepped forward.

The short‑haired sister pointed at Song Huan Yan, "Hold this woman down and force her to drink five cups!"

The black‑clad bodyguard said, "Yes!"

Sang Wan stood up, "Qiao An! You'd better not be reckless!"

Qiao An feigned innocence, shedding tears, "Ah, Assistant Sang, it really wasn't me…"

After speaking, she hurried to pull her sisters, "Please stop the fuss, okay?"

Then she pretended again, blocking the bodyguard, "No, no, no, go back, go back."

A few sisters pulled her again, "Ah, An An, you're just too soft‑hearted!"

Song Huan Yan sat, unmoving, watching with cold eyes.

Sang Wan said, "Qiao An, stop acting. Who doesn't know you're putting on a drama? It's not your plan; these few friends who aren't even an Aristocratic Family dare to cause such a ruckus? You're relying on your fiancé behind you, right? Hurry call him, see if he dares to force Yan Yan when he arrives!"

Tang Chenge also said, "Qiao An, I think you want to leave Kyoto. Everyone in the circle knows the relationship between the Song Family and the Nan Gong Clan; you dare to trouble Yan Yan at Nangong Hotel, you really aren't afraid of death!"