Chapter 218: Wang Hao, are you sick?

"Brother, are you talking about that idiot Wang Hao?"

Seeing Lin Dazhi take her fair, tender little finger into his mouth along with a purple grape to suck on it, an expression of extreme enjoyment surfaced on Meng Ruolan's beautiful, glamorous face. Upon hearing her Male God ask her a question, a tone of extreme disdain immediately seeped into her voice.

"Oh, his name is Wang Hao? I heard he's an elite returnee?" Lin Dazhi asked.

"Elite my ass. His degree was bought with his family's money; he's a total airhead. And what's most disgusting is that this idiot actually has ideas about me. I'm truly speechless. How could the Wang Family raise such trash!" Meng Ruolan said disdainfully.

Now, whenever she was with Lin Dazhi, she had become accustomed to using coarse language, even frequently including profanities. Because she knew that she had previously been an unreachable member of high society, an elite woman, she deliberately used such language to craft a new image for herself in front of Lin Dazhi, highlighting her own base and cheap characteristics to break away from that inherent status.

As it stood, the effect was quite good.

Perhaps it was because this Wang Hao couldn't stand being talked about, but just as Meng Ruolan finished these words, the phone she had placed on the side coffee table rang.

Meng Ruolan extended a snow-white, lotus-root-like arm, grabbed the phone, and looked at the caller ID on it, a flash of disgust appearing in her eyes.

Lin Dazhi also saw the caller ID on the screen, and seeing the note "Idiot Wang Hao," he couldn't help but be amused.

Seeing that Meng Ruolan wanted to hang up, Lin Dazhi hurriedly stopped her: "Don't, answer it, answer it. Let's see what this fool has to say?"

"Mm-hmm, okay, my dear Master!" Meng Ruolan said in a cloying voice, then pulled his hand over and placed it on her towering peaks before using her other hand to press the speakerphone button.

"Ruolan, why aren't you answering my calls?"

On the other end of the line, a male voice clearly carrying a tone of ingratiation said.

"Wang Hao, how many times have I told you, don't call me Ruolan. We aren't that close. Why are you calling me? I'm busy right now." Meng Ruolan said impatiently, while simultaneously grabbing Lin Dazhi's hand with her own boneless, soft little hand, gently guiding that large hand to knead.

"Ruolan, I know you're in Shanghai. I just got off the plane and booked a very nice restaurant nearby. You should come over too." The male voice on the other end said with a hint of tenderness.

"Wang Hao, are you sick? Why do you keep pestering me for no reason? I'm begging you, can you please have some dignity for God's sake? You have so many women outside, go find them!" Meng Ruolan shouted.

Wang Hao on the other end, hearing Meng Ruolan's angry words, wasn't angry at all and said with a grin: "Alright, alright, Sister Ruolan, actually you know my heart. Those mediocre women aren't even worth a pinky finger of yours in my heart. Sister Ruolan, actually you understand my intentions, really, as long as you're willing, I can yield the CEO position of the group to you..."

"Hey, stop, stop, stop! Wang Hao, can you stop being so mushy with me? And do you even believe the things you're saying? You want to yield it? Will your parents agree? Alright, alright, stop pestering me here. If you have the time, you'd better focus on that program of yours. I'm busy." As Meng Ruolan spoke, she gently cuddled and stayed intimate with Lin Dazhi, and seeing her Male God lower his head, she hurriedly offered a fragrant kiss.

"Sister Ruolan, what's wrong with you? What are you busy with?" On the other end of the phone, Wang Hao felt Meng Ruolan was a bit strange and couldn't help but ask.

"Me? I'm busy working out and exercising. I'm not chatting anymore, my coach just criticized me!"

After Meng Ruolan finished speaking, she hung up the phone quickly, then smilingly wrapped her arms around Lin Dazhi's neck, her soul-snatching beautiful eyes gazing at him with deep affection.

Lin Dazhi gently patted her fragrant shoulder and teased: "If the old man of the Wang Family acknowledged you as his granddaughter, he probably never would have imagined it would end up like this."

Meng Ruolan said to Lin Dazhi with a smile: "What of it? A girl's heart is turned outward, after all; women are born to be dependent on men. The old man thought I was a strong career woman, so this wouldn't happen, but how could he have imagined that there is a woman-killer like you, my Male God, in this world?"

On the other side, Wang Hao, having been hung up on by Meng Ruolan, instantly changed his expression.

"Damn bitch, a piece of work that doesn't know what's good for her! A bastard slut, actually putting on airs with me! Meng Ruolan, you just wait for me. Let's see how I deal with you after I sit in the position of the Wang Family head!"

Wang Hao said viciously, then grabbed the glamorous female secretary beside him and began to knead her fiercely.

The next morning at 9:30, Lin Dazhi took Meng Ruolan, rode in the hotel's private car, and under the escort of a group of bodyguards, arrived at the company headquarters of Dazhi Entertainment in a grand procession.

This was an industry under the Wang Group, but now, because of the bet set by the old man of the Wang Family, it had already been transferred under Meng Ruolan's name.

Of course, in reality, it had become Lin Dazhi's property.

If she hadn't yet sat in the CEO position to fully control the Wang Group, Meng Ruolan would have long since transferred the industry to Lin Dazhi's name.

"General Manager Lin, let's go to the chairman's office to rest for a while first." Meng Ruolan accompanied Lin Dazhi to the executive floor, personally opened the luxurious and imposing chairman's office, and said to him with a charming smile.

This office was nominally prepared for Meng Ruolan, but the decoration style inside was entirely based on Lin Dazhi's preferences; in reality, it was his private office. Meng Ruolan, the nominal chairman, was nothing more than an automatic cleaning machine in this room.

Lin Dazhi walked over nonchalantly, sat down on the large leather chair exclusive to the chairman, grabbed the red phone on the desk, and said: "Have the art director come over."

After a moment, Sun Xiaomei walked into the chairman's office, wearing a black tight-fitting OL office suit, stepping on a pair of red high heels, and swaying her snake-like, flexible waist.

Seeing this scene, Meng Ruolan laughed and cursed: "Little slut, knowing General Manager Lin was coming, what are you trying to do by dressing so provocatively?"

Hearing Meng Ruolan's words, Sun Xiaomei didn't show weakness, smiled at her, and said in a voice as pleasant as silver bells: "I want to, Meng. You, this big boss, are even more of a slut. You don't act like a proper business elite or a high-society person, but instead rush to be a plaything for Lin. How do you have the nerve to call me a slut?"

Having said that, Sun Xiaomei sat on Lin Dazhi's lap, wrapped her arms around Lin Dazhi's neck, and offered a kiss full of charm.

Hearing Sun Xiaomei's words, Meng Ruolan wasn't angry either and said leisurely: "Why are you in such a rush to act like a slut? Lin has serious business with you."

Sun Xiaomei giggled and said: "Do I need you to tell me? I already arranged it. Lin, all the preparatory work is finished, we can start at any time. By the way, let me introduce the profiles of the other few competing singers to you first."