Chapter 166: The Wager

The music in the venue seemed to stop for a split second, and Yang Ling found it hard to believe.

He had actually been rejected?

He had taken the initiative to approach Li An'an, yet she had turned him down—and right in front of so many people, she had rejected him.

She was not even willing to clinking glasses or take a single sip of wine with him?

All around him, many eyes were focused on him, and almost everyone witnessed this scene. Yang Ling instantly felt a burning, stinging sensation on his face.

It felt as though he had just been slapped across the cheek!

Yet, a moment later, he recovered. A faint smile still lingered on his face as he turned away from Li An'an and walked toward Mo Han.

His casual and breezy demeanor made it seem as though nothing had happened at all. He still looked every bit the dashing gentleman.

However, a trace of fury flashing deep within Yang Ling's eyes was difficult to conceal.

Feigning nonchalance, he walked over to another young woman and handed her a glass of wine. Instantly, the girl beamed with excitement, thinking she must be dreaming.

"How could such a beauty have empty hands at a gathering like this?"

To smooth over his embarrassment, Yang Ling offered the wine glass in his hand. After a gentle toast with the girl, he turned around and walked away with effortless poise.

As for the girl, she still felt as though she were in a dream, trembling with an excitement she could barely contain.

Yang Ling had actually taken the initiative to toast and drink with her!

She simply couldn't wait to share the news with her companion!

Meanwhile, Yang Ling walked off to the side. Though he appeared distracted, his gaze remained fixed on Li An'an.

Li An'an walked up to Mo Han and gave a deliberate huff. "Why are you hiding over here?"

"Eating," Mo Han replied, looking up at Li An'an with a smile. "I was hungry, so I decided to fill my stomach first."

Li An'an was left speechless, a mix of amusement and exasperation washing over her.

In an occasion like this, everyone else was drinking, chatting, and networking; very few people would waste their minds on the refreshments. Mo Han was truly one of a kind.

Then again, no one here possessed the qualifications to arouse Mo Han's interest in networking.

If it weren't for protecting her, he probably wouldn't have been willing to come at all.

"Then just stay right here. Don't wander off, I want to keep you in my sight," Li An'an said, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush.

Being able to see Mo Han gave her a sense of security deep inside.

Li An'an had rarely attended events of this scale in the past and lacked experience. Now that Minor Pharmaceutical was growing, she had stepped up as the vanguard opening up new territories for the group company, and occasions like this would only multiply in the future.

As long as Mo Han was accompanying her, she had nothing to fear.

"Mmm," Mo Han nodded. Even without Li An'an reminding him, he would have stayed by her side all along.

Seeing Mo Han's deadpan, serious expression, Li An'an felt an urge to laugh, though she managed to hold it back.

With that, she turned and walked away to mingle with the others.

From a distance, Li An'an had her back to Yang Ling. He did not hear the conversation between her and Mo Han, only seeing Mo Han give a solemn nod. In an instant, he figured out Mo Han's identity.

"So he's just Li An'an's driver. No wonder he dared to hit my man."

Earlier, he had wondered what kind of background Mo Han had. But upon realizing Mo Han was merely a driver—and seeing how Li An'an had walked over to give him instructions while Mo Han responded with a respectful posture—he became certain of Mo Han's station.

Hmph, a mere driver, trying to compare himself to someone like Yang Ling?

Li An'an hadn't drunk with him probably because she had urgent matters to brief her driver on; otherwise, how could she have possibly disrespected him like that?

With this thought, Yang Ling felt a little more at ease.

"Since he's just Li An'an's driver, I'll spare his life."

He glanced at Mo Han. Originally, he had planned to teach Mo Han a harsh lesson, but for Li An'an's sake, he could let it go.

After all, if he wanted to win Li An'an over later on, he would likely still need the help of this driver, Mo Han.

Yang Ling narrowed his eyes, swirling the red wine in his glass as he walked toward Mo Han.

"My friend, care for a drink?"

Yang Ling asked with a smile, his face beaming with spring-like warmth, looking completely amiable.

Mo Han glanced at him. "I'm driving, I can't drink."

As expected, he's just a driver!

Yang Ling felt even more certain in his heart.

"Ah, of course, President Li's safety comes first," Yang Ling said smoothly. "My driver had a bit of a misunderstanding with you earlier. Let me apologize on his behalf—please don't take it to heart."

Mo Han narrowed his eyes. This fellow had actually come to apologize to him?

He stared at Yang Ling, his gaze seemingly capable of piercing through the surface to read the hidden thoughts deep within the man's mind.

With such shallow tricks, this guy still wanted to play games with him?

"Here is my business card. If you ever need anything in the future, just give me a call."

Yang Ling produced a business card and handed it to Mo Han, extending it with only a single hand, showing not a shred of genuine courtesy.

Seeing the embossed corporate insignia on the card, a playful smile touched the corners of Mo Han's mouth.

"The young master of the Yang family from Chuandu?"

He looked at Yang Ling with a half-smile.

He certainly hadn't expected to bump into him here.

It seemed the intelligence gathered by Fifth Brother was spot on; the Yang family truly had their eyes on Minor Pharmaceutical.

Moreover, this Yang Ling seemed to harbor some ulterior motives regarding his wife.

And now, he was attempting to make his move starting from him.

"A pleasure, truly a pleasure," Mo Han said, extending a hand with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I had no idea you were Young Master Yang. Forgive my lack of respect."

Seeing Mo Han's reaction, Yang Ling was extremely satisfied.

That was precisely the reaction he wanted.

Almost instantly, Yang Ling put on airs, reverting to his habitual condescending demeanor. For him to take the initiative to converse with a mere driver was already the highest honor Mo Han could ever hope to receive.

After giving Mo Han's hand a perfunctory shake, he withdrew it and said indifferently, "Serving as President Li's driver means you must be someone she trusts."

Mo Han nodded, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

*I am her husband. If she doesn't trust me, is she supposed to trust you instead?*

"Young Master Yang is quite the dashing gentleman. It seems you've taken an interest in President Li?"

Mo Han asked bluntly.

Yang Ling narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that this driver actually possessed some degree of discernment.

Yet he did not admit it, merely offering a smile without confirming or denying.

"President Li is an exceptionally brilliant woman with extremely high standards. Ordinary men simply don't catch her eye," Mo Han sighed. "Even someone like Young Master Yang probably hasn't even reached her baseline threshold."

Hearing this, Yang Ling frowned slightly. What did Mo Han mean by that?

He hadn't even reached her baseline threshold?

Was the man looking down on him?

"Hehe, pursuing a woman is all about finesse," Mo Han continued, completely ignoring the change in Yang Ling's expression. "If Young Master Yang wishes to learn, I wouldn't mind teaching you a thing or two."

Yang Ling let out a cold laugh. "Teach me?"

As Li An'an's driver, the man might understand her preferences better, but did he, Yang Ling, need someone else's instruction to win over a woman?

What a joke!

"Don't believe it?"

Mo Han wore a half-smile. Just as his voice trailed off, the music in the venue shifted into a waltz, and people quickly began pairing up and stepping onto the dance floor to waltz together.

"If Young Master Yang doesn't believe me, you can try inviting President Li to dance and see if she accepts."

He added casually, "If you succeed, I'll eat every single one of these pastries."

Yang Ling raised an eyebrow. He disdained the idea of making a bet with a driver, but Mo Han's words had successfully provoked him.

Li An'an had just rejected the wine he offered—would she really turn down an invitation to dance with him now?

That was impossible!

No one could refuse such an invitation, especially not when he was the eldest young master of the Yang family and the future heir of the Yang Group!

"If you lose, then all of these pastries,"

Mo Han picked up a large tray, piling it high with colorful pastries, "you'll have to eat every single last one of them!"