Too bad she wasn't strong enough. When her fist hit Sun Dasheng's arm, it felt like little more than a tickle. The second time, he was prepared and easily caught her hand.

Sun Dasheng grabbed her wrist and, looking at her furious face, said, "Li Wenwen, you don't want your father to hear us, do you?"

His words had a miraculous effect. Li Wenwen seemed to lose all her strength, allowing him to do as he pleased. However, Sun Dasheng seemed to have lost interest. He simply held her head and gently stroked her hair, making no other moves. This surprised Li Wenwen, who was still in his embrace.

This lecherous bastard, a glutton for women... Is he really going to pass up such a delicious meal that's about to fall right into his mouth? She racked her brains but couldn't figure out what game he was playing.

In any case, she didn't have time to dwell on it. They had arrived at their destination.

It wasn't the teahouse from yesterday. Although the teahouse was nice, a big boss couldn't possibly entertain guests in the same place every time. That would be a loss of face. Today's venue was also quite nice—another private kitchen. It was located in a more secluded spot, a restaurant converted from one of Shanghai City's old Western-style mansions.

Of course, getting approval to renovate a famous, well-located old mansion would be incredibly difficult. But since this one was off the beaten path and not particularly well-known, it only took a bit of effort to get the permits.

As soon as he stepped inside, Sun Dasheng felt an indescribable, old-world Shanghai City charm. A casual glance revealed the owner's brilliance; the interior furnishings and decor were all in an authentic Old Shanghai City style. Many of the pieces were genuine antiques, not the kind of modern crafts that looked obviously new. Tasteful. No wonder the place is always packed with customers.

As they entered, the owner personally came out to greet them. "Welcome, big bosses! Your 'First-Class' private room has been prepared. Please, right this way."

The so-called 'First-Class' private rooms were on the third floor. The entire building had only two such rooms, one on the left and one on the right, set far apart to ensure they didn't disturb each other. It was very private and quiet.

They entered the room and took their seats.

Sun Dasheng was the first to speak. "I didn't realize you had so many hidden gems up your sleeve, President Li. Thanks to you, I'm getting to enjoy a place I've never been before."

Li Wenbo immediately responded with modesty, "Ah, after so many years, I haven't achieved much in my career. I've only become adept at figuring out where to eat and how to enjoy life. It's nothing worth mentioning, really!" He then gestured, "Everyone, please sit! Waiter!"

The waiter, who had been waiting by the door, entered at the call. "Good evening. Here is the menu. Please let me know if you need any explanations."

He handed over the menus, allowing the guests to order first and offering to explain anything they didn't understand. The service was excellent—certainly more comfortable than the over-the-top service at places like Haidilao.

After they ordered, the waiter excused himself. "It will take a little time for the dishes to be prepared. I'll bring some appetizers and tea for you in the meantime."

The three of them sat at the large round table, which felt a bit empty. It was fine, though, as they were all comfortable with the atmosphere. Before the food arrived, Li Wenbo enthusiastically kept the conversation going, his clear goal being to subtly probe for details about Sun Dasheng's background.

But Sun Dasheng was no fool; he wasn't about to let his background be so easily uncovered. While deftly parrying the old fox's questions, he also flirted with the beautiful woman by his side.

Flirting with a man's daughter right in front of him. That could only be described with one word: thrilling!

Of course, for the heroine, Li Wenwen, it was even more thrilling. She was constantly struggling to keep her composure and not lash out. For instance, at this very moment, a hand under the table had lifted her foot onto his leg. Hidden by the tablecloth, he was caressing it freely.

"That tickles... Stop it," Li Wenwen whispered, her voice softening into a plea.

But he wouldn't let her go. He even slipped the sock off her foot and began gently tracing circles on her sole with his finger.

She couldn't help but let out a little giggle, but in the next second, she bit her wrist, trying desperately to stifle the sound.

"Wen Wen, what's the matter?" her oblivious father asked from across the table.

The mischievous hand on her foot stopped. She took her hand away from her mouth. "Nothing. I think a mosquito bit my hand yesterday. It's really itchy, so I was just biting it."

"Is that so? When you get home, tell your mother to make sure all the window screens are closed tonight. Don't leave them open during the day either. The weather's hot now, so there are a lot of mosquitoes."

After that, he turned and smiled amiably at Sun Dasheng. "President Sun, I still don't know where you live. When I have time, I'd like to pay you a visit at home."

Sun Dasheng poured himself a cup of tea and downed it in one go. "My places? There are too many to name. I never know which one I'll be going back to on any given night. Sorry!"

Heh... Listening to his Versailles-style remark, Li Wenbo was even more convinced that this man was a deeply hidden tycoon. In Dahu City, where every inch of land is worth a fortune, anyone who could claim to have too many places to live—so many they had to pick and choose which one to sleep at each night—couldn't possibly be a mere Karami. The value of those properties alone was likely an astronomical figure, something he could only dream of but never attain.

Just then, Sun Dasheng's phone rang. He glanced at the screen before answering. "Oh, got it. I won't be back at the Tan Palace tonight. Mmm, I'll let you know in advance when I'm heading back."

The sharp-eared Li Wenbo immediately caught the keyword. He asked cautiously, "President Sun, the Tan Palace you mentioned on the phone... is that?"

Sun Dasheng nodded. "It's the same Tan Palace you've heard of."

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