Chapter 55 Give in to others

The next day, it was sunny.

The sun is shining.

The West Kowloon Cultural District, adjacent to Victoria Harbour, welcomed several double-decker buses at nine o'clock.

The bus will move after the visitors get off.

Following closely behind is the Maybach S62.

The museum manager hurried to greet him.

The driver opened the back door and stepped out of the car first with his long legs wearing shiny handmade leather shoes.

Then, Rong Shaoting, with a calm aura and a slender physique, emerged from the car.

The man stood still and buttoned his suit slowly.

The person in charge of the cultural center came forward to greet him, "Mr. Rong, it's been a long time since we last met. Welcome, welcome."

Rong Shaoting nodded, "Director Xiang, how are you?"

"Mr. Rong, please come in."

Led by curator Xiang, a group of people walked into the cultural area.

In addition to exchanges and learning, there will be dedicated tour guides to introduce the history and heritage of the West Kowloon Cultural District to summit visitors.

Rong Shaoting, as a special director, accompanied the delegation to visit the exhibition area.

Dozens of visitors, together with the summit volunteers, shuttled through the various art exhibition halls.

In the serious atmosphere, the sound of low conversations could be heard constantly.

Director Xiang always stayed by the man's side.

The two of them were a few steps behind, occasionally discussing the future development and direction of the cultural district.

About half an hour later, Rong Shaoting and Director Xiang moved to the atrium lounge upstairs.

He took a seat in front of the curator and said proudly: "In the past two years, Hong Kong has been full of vitality, with many events and activities. The West Kowloon Cultural District will soon welcome the Art and Creativity Festival..."

Business people are good at capturing the key points.

Rong Shaoting only heard one of the words and knew that Director Xiang had something else to say.

Sure enough, after this self-promotion, the curator invited Rong Shaoting to be a guest of the Art and Creativity Festival.

The deeper purpose is to attract Ronggang Group to provide title sponsorship.

Rong Shaoting raised his thin lips and asked whether the cultural district was encountering financial problems.

Xiang knew that he could not hide the truth from the observant Mr. Rong, so he immediately sighed and laughed: "Indeed, many facilities in the cultural zone have not yet been completed and opened, so the gap between income and expenditure is inevitable..."

Halfway through the conversation.

Volunteers wearing badges brought hot tea outside the door.

Signal to the curator to give it to Rong Shaoting first.

The volunteer said in Cantonese, which was not particularly fluent, "Mr. Rong, please have some tea."

Rong Shaoting raised his eyebrows when he heard the voice and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the face of the 'volunteer', with a hint of amusement and a faint smile in his eyes.

Observe the curator carefully.

When the man's calm demeanor changed, he keenly sensed something unusual.

Look at it vaguely.

Mr. Rong's unusual transformation seemed to come from this volunteer wearing a mask.

The girl was wearing ordinary work clothes.

The mask covered his face, revealing only a pair of distinct black and white almond-shaped eyes.

She was dressed in a conventional manner, nothing special, but she still won Mr. Rong's favor.

The curator looked at the two men calmly until he saw the badge on the chest of the "volunteer" and understood.

I immediately decided to do a favor to test the waters.

If you can cater to their interests, your sponsorship may be twice as effective with half the effort.

Thinking of this, Xiang immediately stood up and said, "Mr. Rong, please have some tea and sit down. I'll ask someone to get some information about the art festival. I'll be gone for a few minutes."

Rong Shaoting brought the tea and said calmly, "Thank you, Director Xiang."

He walked hurriedly towards the curator, and in the blink of an eye he passed the 'volunteer' and walked out of the lounge.

At this point, the 'volunteer' stopped in the middle of the ground.

Looking at the curator's figure running away as if he was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, I didn't know whether to leave or stay.

This development was different from what she had expected.

There was a slight sound behind me.

Before she could concentrate and listen, his tall and broad body had already enveloped her in light and shadow.

The man stood still half a step away. The 'volunteer' felt his back stiffen and his eyes flickered.

When Rong Shaoting saw the fine grains on the girl's neck due to nervousness, the smile on his lips deepened.

"With just this little courage, you dare to come in here and pretend to be a volunteer?"

Although it seemed like an accusation, the joy and indulgence in the tone were obvious.

Suti swallowed twice and turned around.

She raised her eyes and looked at Rong Shaoting, saying angrily, "I'm not pretending, I have a work badge."

The girl said this while holding up the volunteer badge on her chest.

The man glanced down and saw the following written on it:
Name: Suti

Company: Ronggang Group

Position: Marketing Specialist

Rong Shaoting held the sign between his two fingers and said jokingly, "I don't remember when the Ronggang Marketing Department had a specialist who spoke non-standard Cantonese."

Su Ti pulled back the lanyard, hid it in her elbow, and changed the subject, "You go ahead, I'm going to go out."

"No hurry." The man pulled her over, and with his long arms, he pulled Su Ti into his arms.

At this time, Su Ti's sight was focused on the collar of the white shirt that Rong Shaoting was wearing.

No longer a monotonous all-black color.

The combination of black and white adds a touch of elegance and gentleness to him.

Rong Shaoting took off her mask and lowered his handsome face, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to Hong Kong? When did you arrive?"

"Last night." Su Ti smiled coquettishly, "Telling you in advance, there is no surprise."

indeed.

She appeared in the lounge as if she had dropped from the sky, and the joy that flashed through my heart at that moment could not be faked.

Rong Shaoting looked down at the girl with pretty eyes and eyebrows, his larynx rising and falling slightly.

Thinking of the night when they separated in the car in Pingjiang, the man had an idea. He held Su Ti's face with one hand, slowly lowered his head and grabbed her lips.

Su Ti was stunned at first, with the same reaction as last time.

But as she felt a strange touch on her lips, she couldn't help but close her eyes.

Su Ti doesn’t know how to kiss, so she can only endure it and respond based on her feelings.

Her awkward and unruly behavior caused the man's body to tense up instantly.

A simple shallow peck is far from enough, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

But it must end.

Ten seconds, or less.

Rong Shaoting pressed Su Ti into his arms.

As he calmed his breathing, his hot breath sprinkled on her ear bone, "Wait for me in the car first."

Su Ti felt dizzy and it took her a long time to regain consciousness.

She pushed the man's arm and tried to lean back to create distance.

but……

Rong Shaoting's arms were incredibly strong, holding her tightly so that she couldn't move.

Su Ti is 165cm tall, a medium height. She has to stand on tiptoe because Rong Shaoting, who is 188cm tall, is holding her waist.

The posture is particularly tiring.

Su Ti had no choice but to twist twice, "Let go first, the curator will be back soon..."

"do not move."

Rong Shaoting spoke suddenly, his voice unusually hoarse.

Suti didn't move.

I inexplicably felt like there was something... pressing against my leg.

Su Ti bent down subconsciously, but the man held her in his arms and stopped her. He repeated in a hoarse voice, "Wait for me in the car."

Suti said "oh".

She looked at the man's face hesitantly, trying to find some clues.

Handsome, reserved, and profound, as always.

If there is any difference, it is that the color in his eyes is richer and darker.

The breath is also long and hot.

Before Su Ti could respond, the man closed his eyes and exhaled, then put the mask back on for her, "Go."

I don’t know whether it’s intentional or not.

Rong Shaoting, who was always careful, pulled the upper edge of the mask to near Su Ti's eye bags, vaguely covering her drooping vision.