121: Chapter 120 Mr. Su, would you like to come to my house for a meal?

An eighteen-year-old woman is green, an unripe fruit; take a bite, and it's sweet with a hint of tartness.

Thirty-five-year-old Fan Bingbing is a perfectly ripe fruit, with thin skin, thick flesh, and plenty of juice. Take a bite, and it's sweet to the heart, sweet to the bones, sweet enough to make one want to swallow the whole fruit.

"President Su," she changed the subject, "I heard you recently invested in a new media startup park in the south?"

Su Bai looked at her, "You're quite well-informed."

Fan Bingbing laughed, "In our line of work, how can we not be well-informed?"

She paused, "I have a villa in Hainan that's been sitting empty; I don't have much time to stay there. If President Su ever goes to Hainan for a business trip, you can stay at my place; it's more comfortable than a hotel."

Su Bai picked up his wine glass and took a sip, "We'll see."

Fan Bingbing leaned back in her chair, her gaze sweeping around the private room before landing back on Su Bai.

She had seen all kinds of men. Young, old, handsome, ugly, rich, poor, those who were sincere toward her, and those who only wanted to sleep with her.

But Su Bai was different. He couldn't put his finger on where he was different, but he just was.

Perhaps it was his eyes. His eyes were very calm, looking at everything with that faint, neither close nor distant expression. He looked at money that way, he looked at power that way, and he looked at women that way too. It was like a god looking down upon the mortal world; this gaze fascinated her.

Fan Bingbing thought, this kind of man either truly didn't care about anything, or he hid what he cared about too deeply—so deeply that no one could find it. She wanted to try and find it.

By the time the meal ended, it was already two in the afternoon. The executives rose one after another to leave, coming over to shake hands with Su Bai.

Shen Tian stood by the door, exchanged a few words with the last director of the Film and Television Investment Department to leave, and then turned around to look at the two people remaining in the private room.

Su Bai leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine glass; a little red wine remained at the bottom, glowing with a dark crimson light under the lamps.

Fan Bingbing sat beside him, her coat draped over the back of the chair, her black dress outlining the curves of her body under the warm yellow light.

Shen Tian sighed, walked over, and said, "President Su, President Fan, there are still matters at the company, so I'll be heading back first."

Su Bai nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

Shen Tian turned and left. Her high heels clicked against the floor, tap-tap-tap, getting further and further away, then vanishing at the end of the hallway.

After she left, Fan Bingbing turned her body to face him. One hand rested on the edge of the table, the other draped over the back of the chair; her posture was very relaxed, like a lazy cat.

"President Su," her voice was very soft, with a hint of probing, "Did you have a good time drinking at lunch?"

Su Bai looked at her and thought for a moment, "It seems President Fan didn't get enough to drink?"

He placed his wine glass on the table, "I don't have any plans today; I can have another drink with you."

Fan Bingbing's eyes lit up. The corners of her mouth curved into an arc, her voice a little faster than before, carrying an irrepressible excitement, her eyes alluring, "I have a place around here, would you like to come to my home for a bit?"

Su Bai raised an eyebrow, picked up his glass to finish the last sip of wine, and set it down, "Alright, I'll go to President Fan's home today to learn a thing or two."

Fan Bingbing beamed, stood up, picked up her coat to drape over her shoulders, and used her fingers to gather her hair, tucking the loose strands at the side of her face behind her ear.

Downstairs, a black RV was parked at the entrance. The body was long, the paintwork shiny, and the windows were dark, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

The driver stood by the car, wearing a dark uniform and white gloves; seeing Fan Bingbing come out, he opened the car door.

Fan Bingbing got in first, and Su Bai followed. The car door closed, and the sounds from outside were cut off.

It was very quiet inside the car. Fan Bingbing sat opposite Su Bai, took off her coat, and draped it over the armrest beside her.

The car started, and Fan Bingbing leaned back in her seat, looking at Su Bai. The light inside the car was very dim, with only a few small lights on the ceiling glowing with a warm yellow hue, shining on the two of them as if separated by a thin veil.

The car stopped downstairs at a high-end residential complex. Fan Bingbing got out, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap. Su Bai followed her out.

As they walked to the elevator, Fan Bingbing pressed the button for the top floor, the door closed, and the elevator began to ascend.

Upon reaching the top floor, Fan Bingbing took out her keys from her bag, opened the door, and stepped aside.

Su Bai walked in and stood in the foyer. The foyer was large, with a floor of gray self-leveling cement that was smooth and reflective.

A large mirror hung on the wall, and next to the mirror was a wooden coat rack with a few coats hanging on it.

After Fan Bingbing went in, she closed the door. She bent over, took off her high heels, and stepped onto the floor tiles with her bare feet. Black silk stockings wrapped around her feet, her toes were rounded, and she wore dark red nail polish.

She stood there, more than half a head shorter than Su Bai, looking up at him.

"President Su, please make yourself at home," she said, then turned and walked toward the living room.

Su Bai changed his shoes and walked into the living room; Fan Bingbing had already reached the wine cabinet. The wine cabinet was huge, occupying an entire wall, and was filled with all kinds of wine.

Fan Bingbing took one of the bottles. "These two bottles are from my private collection," she turned around, shook the bottle at him, "I usually can't bear to drink them."

Su Bai didn't pay much attention; to him, what kind of wine he drank wasn't important—what was important was who he drank with, and what he would do after drinking.

Su Bai walked to the balcony, pushed open the glass door, and a cold wind rushed in, carrying the dry, cold air characteristic of winter.

The balcony was large, a viewing deck with an expansive view, from which one could see the entire Jingzhou.

Fan Bingbing walked over carrying the wine and glasses, placing them on the round table on the balcony. She opened the wine bottle, poured two glasses, handed one to Su Bai, and held one for herself.

There were no snacks; they were just drinking straight.

Su Bai took the glass and sipped it. The wine was excellent—smooth on the palate, rich in fruit aroma, with a long finish.

Fan Bingbing stood beside him, leaning against the railing, with a half-meter distance between them.

The wind blew, and her hair drifted up, brushing against his arm, ticklish.

Fan Bingbing took off her coat and draped it over the back of the chair, revealing the black dress she was wearing underneath.

Su Bai looked her over. Although she was over thirty, her body was still in excellent condition. Her waist was slim with no excess fat, her hips were rounded, and her thighs were full.

Below her collarbones, at the opening of the V-neck, a valley between the peaks could be seen. Her skin was very fair, the kind that seemed as if it could drip water if pinched.

Fan Bingbing sensed his gaze; she didn't avoid it, but instead turned around to face him, letting him see more clearly.

Her hand rested on the chair armrest, one leg crossed over the other; her legs, wrapped in black silk, were smooth and lustrous.

"President Su," her voice was lower and slower than before, "If you keep staring at me like that, I'll get embarrassed."

Su Bai picked up his wine glass and took a sip, "President Fan doesn't seem like the type to get embarrassed; it's more like you're doing it on purpose for me to see."

Fan Bingbing's breathing grew heavier. She could feel his gaze, like a hand slowly sliding down from her face, passing her neck, her collarbones, her waist, her legs.

Her skin broke out in fine goosebumps.

She took a step forward. The distance between the two of them changed from half a meter to twenty centimeters.

"President Su," her voice was lighter than before, carrying a hint of allure, "Let me offer you another toast."

She lifted her wine glass and held it out to him. Su Bai also picked up his glass and clinked it against hers.

Fan Bingbing tilted her head back and took a large gulp; a little wine spilled from the corner of her mouth, trickling down her chin and dripping onto her collarbone, glistening under the light.

She didn't wipe it away, just looked at Su Bai like that, her lips stained with red wine, glistening.

Su Bai's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.