As she spoke, she extended her hand. Lu Qing glanced at her once but didn't shake her hand, leaving Fang Meiling visibly embarrassed.
She coyly said:
"Mr. Lu, why are you so cold? After all, I'm still a woman."
Lu Qing's gaze carried a certain intimidation; with just a fleeting glance, she felt an icy chill spreading through her entire body.
He responded in a calm tone, "What is it?"
"I'm just—I really admire you. I've heard many stories about your achievements and wanted to meet you, maybe even learn from you."
At that moment, Wang Ye approached, a slight smile on his face, placing a hand on her shoulder as he said with a chuckle:
"Mr. Lu has always been indifferent to women. Now that he has such a beautiful wife, why would he even look at anyone else?"
Fang Meiling stomped her foot, feeling slighted. She said playfully:
"Young Master Wang, are you mocking me?"
"Mock you? Someone as graceful and ravishing as you? I wouldn't dare. I can only think of ways to flatter you."
