Chapter 525


    Hearing Tang Jing''s framing put Ouyang Qing in a much better mood.


    “If he says that he can''t ept me, then you should leave it at that. Don''t give him cause to look down


    on me! Never mind that Nan Chen doesn''t think well enough of me, you can''t allow Nan Xing to do that


    as well,” Ouyang Qing said.


    “Rest assured that no one would be looking down upon you with you being the young heiress that you


    are,” Tang Jing repliedfortingly.


    “Then when will you go and see Nan Xing?”


    “Obviously, the sooner the better. However, I don''t have any means of reaching him. Could you try


    extending an invitation on your end? Then, I''d go meet with him to try and sound him out.”


    Tang Jing was somewhat reluctant to meet Ouyang Qing''s gaze when she said this because she was


    worried that thetter might catch on to the fact that she was merely using her to get close to Nan Xing.


    Truth be told, Tang Jing was merely pricked by her own guilty conscience. With Ouyang Qing''s


    emotions all over the ce, she was really in no state of mind to over-analyze anything.


    “I could, but what if he declines to meet?” Ouyang Qing was still a little worried.


    “My guess is that he''d agree. Tell you what. Why don''t you pass me his contact straight and let me give


    that a shot instead,” a cautious Tang Jing proposed.


    Initially, she thought that Ouyang Qing would require some time to consider, but instead, thetter


    assented to it quite readily.


    “Okay, you go ahead and ask him out. At least that way, I won''te away embarrassed should he


    refuse,” Ouyang Qing stated.


    Pride could very often prove the downfall of many, even with someone as sharp as Ouyang Qing. For


    the sake of her own dignity, she had even managed to overlook Tang Jing''s obvious designs.


    “Okay, then I shall go meet with this Nan Xing on your behalf.” Tang Jing was positively thrilled.


    The next day, Tang Jing and Nan Xing convened as scheduled.


    It was not like Nan Xing was obliging to just anyone, for he had women in Flower City who were


    interested in dating him lining up from end to end. His willingness to meet with Tang Jing stemmed from


    his understanding that thetter was the one who drove to lure the paparazzi away from Ouyang Qing.


    Nan Xing had seen the photo featuring Tang Jing leaning against the luxury car and found that to be


    quite intriguing.


    Pretty women were not an umon sight to Nan Xing, who had mostly grown weary or even


    sickened by those heavily made-up aesthetics poprized by online influencers.


    In contrast, a well-read and intelligent beauty like Tang Jing came across to him as much more


    ptable and refreshing.


    Of course, that sentiment was merely an absence of dislike and a far cry from any degree of fondness.


    His agreeing to meet was chiefly rooted in an interest in listening to what she had to say.


    On her part, Tang Jing did make a concerted effort to doll up.


    She knew she was no breath-stealing beauty, but she understood that her own charisma was where


    her strengthid.


    Hence, she opted to put on sses in a shade of pale blue, and with her hair bundled up. Decked out


    in a suit, she looked less like someone from the entertainment circle and more like a white-cor.


    That effectively alleviated Nan Xing''s sense of fatigue in his appreciation for beauty—a most astute


    move from a doubtlessly smart woman.


    “Hi, Mr. Xing. I''m Tang Jing.” The woman took the initiative to greet him. “We''ve met before, but I''m


    sure you''vee across too many beautiful women to find me memorable.”


    That yielded a positive chuckle from Nan Xing. “I certainly do remember you, Ms. Tang, as you''re quite


    the beauty yourself.”


    “I''m ttered. Thank you for this, Mr. Xing.”


    Addressing Nan Xing as “Mr. Xing” was also a groundbreaking move on her part, for most others would


    generally address him as either “Master Xing” or “Mr. Nan.”


    Although respectful, those werecking in novelty, because being hailed as a “young master” was


    something that came to Nan Xing through his familial connections. Literally, any son of the Nan family


    could be addressed as such.


    Along the same lines, “Mr. Nan” was even moremonce since any male individual with a


    corresponding surname could be hailed in this manner.


    However, “Mr. Xing” was something else. This was not reflective of a hereditary status and was, in


    itself, an affirmation of Nan Xing''s stature within the group.


    People around Nan Chen hailed the former as “Mr. Chen.” Addressing Nan Xing as “Mr. Xing” was a


    subtle way of expressing her regard for him as an equal to Nan Chen per se.


    This was, as a matter of fact, keenly sensible. Some things need not be explicitly stated, and subtlety


    might, at times, be even more effective inmunicating one''s own sentiments.


    It was like praising one for his good looks; a direct approach would seem extremelyme, insincere,


    and smacks of flummery.


    However, if that opinion was to be conveyed tactfully through the use ofnguage that the intended


    recipient was able to grasp, then the result could be spectacr.


    Anyone would be delighted at being able to decipher the intentions of another. The added perk of


    receiving a veiledpliment in the process would naturally increase one''s sense of affinity for another


    as well.


    As things stood, Nan Xing''s fondness for Tang Jing had been enhanced in no small measure.


    “Have a seat, Ms. Tang.” Nan Xing motioned to Tang Jing.


    “Thank you, Mr. Xing. Order whatever you like to drink, it''s my treat,” said Tang Jing, smilingly.


    “I''d usually drink coffee with men, and alcohol with women, so I''m going to opt for alcohol,” Nan Xing


    informed with augh.


    “A pity that this is a café. Alcohol isn''t on the menu.” Tang Jing chuckled as well.


    “That makes this ce unsuitable for conversation then. How about I treat you to lunch?” Nan Xing


    extended an invitation.


    “Won''t that take up your time?” Tang Jing was pleasantly ecstatic.


    “Isn''t that precisely what you''re here to do?” Nan Xingughed.


    Even though Tang Jing was good at concealing her intentions, Nan Xing was equal to the task of


    sussing them out.


    The eyes were said to be the windows to the soul. No matter how good one''s acting was, the eyes


    would often divulge the truth.


    Nan Xing decided he would give this woman a chance, just to see how far she would go to keep up this


    charade.


    Besides, he was firm in his belief that the purpose of Tang Jing''s overture must have had something to


    do with Ouyang Qing.


    “I''m definitely honored since you are so obliging, Mr. Xing. Being able to dine with you must be the best


    thing to happen to me all year,” Tang Jing remarked cheerfully.


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    That was met by Nan Xing''s boisterous hoot. “Well, after you then.”


    There was a very decent Japanese restaurant just a stone''s throw away from the café, with a pleasant


    atmosphere and fresh offerings.


    As Japanese cuisine was lighter on the pte, the requirements for its ingredients wereparatively


    more stringent.


    Much unlike spicy hotpot, where the degree of freshness for anything would be rendered


    indistinguishable once it had been stirred into the stock.


    It was a phenomenonparable to the inte celebrities these days who would, regardless of the


    physical attributes they were born with, turn out more or less the sameing out from the other side


    of stic surgery.


    However, Nan Xing was not that enamored with these sorts of milder vors. He primarily chose this


    joint because he had thought rather favorably of the sake they served.


    Nan Xing was not joking when he imed to only drink coffee in thepany of men and alcohol in the


    presence of women.


    With men, he needed to be rational, so coffee made sense.


    Conversely, he could not afford to be too rational with women. As more impulse and excitement were in


    order, he had to imbibe.


    Tang Jing, too, was excited for sake.


    She was not exactly a habitual drinker because she had to be mindful of the highly educated vibes she


    was designated to project as an artist.


    In view of that, she could not possibly allow herself to be caught walking out of a nightclub looking


    drunk and stupid.


    Were that to be documented even once, the image she had spent years meticulously cultivating would


    easily crumble to bits.


    However, it was Nan Xing that she would be facing this day, and to her, he was someone worth getting


    drunk for.


    In any case, being an infrequent drinker did not necessarily mean she was not capable of holding her


    own.


    The only reason she had almost never gotten drunk before was that she did not find many men who


    were worthy for her to get drunk alongside.


    This man before her, though, was deserving. Regardless of looks or background, he was practically


    someone who had previously been beyond her reach.


    Not just beyond her reach, but also beyond that of her wildest dreams. Yet today, she could dream and


    perhaps with a little luck, go even further than that.