Rebirth: She is Ready for a Counterattack!-Chapter 331 - 330: Invitation

The dust has settled.

Gu Xiaoqing and her companions settled the bill.

A waiter handed a card to Gu Xiaoqing.

"Miss Gu, this is the total amount of the winnings from your bets tonight, after deducting a handling fee of twenty-three million four hundred and fifty thousand. It’s all on this card, and the password is six sixes. We look forward to your next visit."

He handed it to Gu Xiaoqing respectfully.

The card was a special bank card from "Dingxun."

Almost equivalent to a VIP card of "Dingxun."

Gu Xiaoqing nodded in thanks and handed a banknote to the waiter as a tip.

The waiter was delighted to escort Gu Xiaoqing and her companions out of the main entrance.

This was a VIP personally emphasized by the boss, and he managed to make a good impression in front of the boss and earn quite a generous tip; this lady was indeed very generous.

Back at the hotel, Gu Xiaoqing and Guo Donghua washed up and fell asleep.

So much had happened that day that both of them felt overwhelmed.

It was only in the morning that Gu Xiaoqing was awakened by the sound of the doorbell.

She had been sleeping deeply, but couldn’t withstand the visitor’s persistence in ringing the doorbell. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Groggily, Gu Xiaoqing adjusted her conservative nightgown and rubbed her hair before opening the room door.

She looked up and was greeted by mocking phoenix eyes, filled with laughter at the corners, and a playful smile on the lips; it was Feng Qingyang.

Bang! She shut the door, leaving that face outside.

Gu Xiaoqing patted her chest, terrified.

How could this person be outside her door?

She glanced at the clock on the wall—it was only nine o’clock. Weren’t they supposed to meet at the office at twelve noon?

How did he end up here?

Quickly grabbing her clothes, she dashed into the bathroom, not forgetting to shout to the still-lying-in-bed Guo Donghua, "Get up quickly! Feng Qingyang is outside."

Guo Donghua flipped the blanket off, his head a mess of hair, eyes still closed, asking groggily, "Who did you say is outside?"

He was still curled up in the blanket, trying to burrow into it.

Gu Xiaoqing poked her head out of the bathroom, seeing this lazy person’s state, and simply repeated herself, "It’s Feng Qingyang. If you don’t care about your image and want him to see you sleeping like this, I won’t call you again."

"What? What?"

Guo Donghua suddenly sat up from the blanket, his nightgown skewed on his shoulder, revealing his fair shoulder muscles, "Did you say Feng Qingyang? Young Master Feng?"

Gu Xiaoqing nodded while biting her toothbrush, pointing outside.

Guo Donghua jumped off the bed, bare feet on the carpet, stealthily tiptoed to the door, and peeked out through the peephole, immediately spotting the handsome face, and patted his own heart.

It really is him.

Tiptoeing quietly back, he grabbed the clothes from the sofa and dove into the bathroom, squeezing past Gu Xiaoqing who was brushing her teeth in front of the sink.

"Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Feng Qingyang is my idol, my male god. He’s so handsome. How can I meet him looking like this?"

Muttering inside, he began to shower.

Gu Xiaoqing glanced at Guo Donghua, speechless.

This woman.

Not long ago, she was sad because of Han Xiao, and now she’s already a fan of Feng Qingyang.

Such quick emotional shifts!

Is it really true that a woman’s heart is a needle in the sea?

Quickly washing her face, brushing her teeth, and changing clothes.

After checking herself in the mirror to make sure nothing was amiss, she opened the door.

They couldn’t keep him outside forever.

She had already informed Guo Donghua that her idol was coming in.

Guo Donghua was practically fighting with all her might in the bathroom.

Opening the door.

"Sorry, Mr. Feng, we overslept and embarrassed ourselves." Gu Xiaoqing invited him in.

Feng Qingyang walked in, quietly noting the white tank top on the sofa and the stocking hanging from the lampshade, before sitting on a relatively clean chair.

Following Feng Qingyang’s gaze, Gu Xiaoqing’s face flushed with embarrassment.

She hastily stuffed the tank top and stocking into her backpack behind her.

Guo Donghua was definitely the epitome of untidiness.

"Why did you come now? Wasn’t it agreed to be twelve o’clock?" Gu Xiaoqing asked, pretending to be calm.

This sudden appearance caused them to scramble; she had to ask why.

Feng Qingyang glanced around, leisurely crossing his legs, his hands clasped together.

"Today’s noon meeting was postponed to two in the afternoon due to a sudden issue on the other party’s end, so I came to tell you. Of course, as a kind host, I also wanted to invite you to a meal.

What do you say, Miss Gu, would you grace me?"

Feng Qingyang was now pivotal to her, and Gu Xiaoqing couldn’t say no.

She nodded lightly, "Actually, I’m the one who should be treating you for all your help and for being such a good friend to Fang Shaohan and Han Xiao, so let me host this meal."

Logically and sentimentally, she should be treating.

Feng Qingyang was surprised; very few people he interacted with responded this calmly to his invitations, usually overjoyed to accept. But this experience of a woman inviting him was a first.

He stood up, clapping his hands, "Alright, you’re treating me. I won’t hold back; prepare your wallet. Don’t be stingy."

Gu Xiaoqing laughed, "Don’t worry, I won quite a bit at ’Dingxun’ last night; I can afford to treat Young Master Feng to a meal. By the way, I have a friend. You wouldn’t mind if she joins us, would you?"

Almost on cue, Guo Donghua opened the bathroom door and walked out, meeting both their gazes.

Her face immediately turned rosy.

"This is my friend and business partner, Guo Donghua.

This is Feng Qingyang, Mr. Feng."

Gu Xiaoqing introduced them as they didn’t have the chance to meet last night.

"Then let’s go. My car is downstairs; let’s head out. You treat me to lunch, then we’ll go to my company to discuss the contract details." Feng Qingyang ushered them.

Gu Xiaoqing pulled Guo Donghua along to follow Feng Qingyang out.

The three took the elevator down to the first floor, heading straight for the parking lot.

Feng Qingyang came by himself, driving a classy yet understated black business sedan, a BMW.

Given the Feng family’s status, this brand of car was considered low-profile.

The three set off in the car.

Of course, Feng Qingyang decided the restaurant, as Gu Xiaoqing and Guo Donghua were unfamiliar with the area.