Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 119 That Gold-Digging Cannon Fodder Woman 7

Although Ning Congwen is now very interested in Song Xianyin, his purpose in coming here is still to discuss cooperation, which Song Xianyin is not interested in.

She observed the people in the hall; each one of them was a prominent figure.

People would approach Song Xianyin every now and then, making Ning Congwen's face flush with embarrassment.

Although he and Song Xianyin haven't officially started a relationship yet, and Song Xianyin has indeed made him feel very proud, it still makes him feel very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Ning, and who is this?"

Ning Congwen suddenly felt a surge of possessiveness, wondering how many people had asked this question before.

He smiled at the person in front of him and said, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

The statement didn't directly explain their relationship, but it was enough to leave much to the imagination.

Ning Congwen felt uncomfortable, and Song Xianyin felt even more uncomfortable. There were many big shots in the entertainment industry just now, but Ning Congwen simply took her away.

She even wanted to add their contact information, but Ning Congwen was practically cutting off her source of income.

She realized that Ning Congwen wasn't the most powerful person here.

"Mr. Ning, did I do something wrong?" Song Xianyin looked at him nervously.

She's not embarrassing at all; she's beautiful, you know?

Upon hearing this, the man understood the relationship between the two.

He thought to himself, "Ning Congwen is too petty. They're not even related, yet he's keeping such a close eye on them."

Ning Congwen's expression was also somewhat awkward. Song Xianyin was indeed very beautiful, but just as her fans said, she was too stupid.

He was trying to protect her, but she still asked him directly.

A little while later, Ning Congwen went off to chat and laugh with the others, while Song Xianyin, not wanting to sit on the sofa, wandered around aimlessly.

Wherever she went, her gaze was fixed on her. This kind of banquet was like a gladiatorial arena; although it appeared calm on the surface, turbulent undercurrents were brewing beneath.

Ning Congwen walked up to a man. He looked nervous and kept talking, but the man was extremely indifferent and didn't listen to what he was saying at all.

Song Xianyin looked over with some curiosity. The man was leaning lazily against the wall, half of his face hidden in the darkness, his expression inscrutable.

Ning Congwen was already tall enough, but this man was half a head taller than Ning Congwen, making him look very imposing.

Ning Congwen's expression stiffened. He had said so much, but the other person seemed to have no intention of acknowledging him.

Song Xianyin kept staring at the man, trying to figure out who he was.

Just then, the man slightly raised his head, and his eyes, as cold as a deep pool, met her gaze directly. He narrowed his eyes, and his expression turned dangerous.

Song Xianyin quickly lowered her head. How could this person, who looked like a ghost, be able to see her from so far away?

She could feel that damp, gloomy gaze fixed on her, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

She pretended nothing had happened and walked to the corner balcony, but her mind was still on the man from earlier.

He's even more powerful than Ning Congwen. How powerful must he be? He should be able to give Sheng Nian a good beating.

The hall was bustling with activity, and elegant piano music was playing continuously, but Song Xianyin couldn't hear a thing, because she had heard that it cost hundreds of thousands of yuan to hire these people to play for a night.

She got jealous again and wouldn't listen to anything.

She leaned against the railing, enjoying the breeze. What a beautiful garden! She wished she could live in a place like this forever.

Some people have said that she is an empty shell, that she only knows how to enjoy material things but has no substance. That's exactly who she is. She is very materialistic and she doesn't want to change.

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind her.

"Ayin." The voice was sorrowful.

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Xianyin turned around in disbelief: "How could you be at such a high-class place?"

She felt that this banquet was much less upscale than any place that even people in their prime could attend.

Sheng Nian felt a pang of sadness upon hearing her disdain: "I saved an old man the day before yesterday, and he asked me to come."

Upon hearing this, Song Xianyin became envious again. Sheng Nian seemed to have stumbled upon all the good things. She had to go through layers of connections with Ning Congwen to get into the banquet, but this idiot just saved someone and got in.

Sheng Nian mustered his courage to look at her. She looked absolutely stunning today. He had noticed her when she came in—no, everyone in the room had noticed her. She was simply too dazzling at this banquet.

"What are you looking at?" Song Xianyin asked impatiently, her arm linked with his. She was completely unrecognizable from her demeanor in the hall just moments before.

Sheng Nian choked up and said, "A Yin, is this what you wanted? A place that's luxurious on the surface but rotten inside."

Song Xianyin, wearing her high heels, looked down at Sheng Nian and said arrogantly, "What's it to you? I'm just vain. I just like places like this. You're poor and you want to drag me down with you. Get lost, you're so low."

Sheng Nian looked at her, her face pale: "If Ning Congwen knew you looked like this, would he still like you?"

Song Xianyin raised an eyebrow: "He won't know."

And she already has a new goal.

Song Xianyin ignored the young woman in front of her, raised her chin arrogantly, and left, deciding to leave her alone.

Sheng Nian couldn't help but shed tears: "Does this mean that in today's society, only money can buy love?"

After he left, the air became quiet.

"Young Master Jiang, she's being too harsh, even though she's so beautiful."

"Exactly, women these days are really something else."

The upstairs balcony suddenly became lively; I never expected to encounter something like this while just coming out for some fresh air.

"Young Master Jiang, what do you think?"

Jiang Fengyan lowered his eyes, toying with the wine glass in his hand. He raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "Trying this when you're poor, where do you get the nerve?"

The atmosphere immediately became quiet.

The man, who had just been looking angry, gave a dry laugh: "Exactly, that guy doesn't look like he has any family wealth."

"Young Master Jiang is right. These days, how can you date without spending money?"

Jiang Fengyan thought about Song Xianyin's tone just now, and he could even imagine her expression.

If something can be solved with money, it's not a problem. If you can't even solve this basic problem, then you deserve to be criticized.

Jiang Fengyan scoffed.

Where did that young man come from? Why is the old man suddenly so concerned about him? He wants to see how he can win the old man's favor.

Ning Congwen had been searching for Song Xianyin, and he only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her come out from the balcony.

Song Xianyin was so beautiful that he suddenly regretted bringing her along; he should have kept her hidden away.

He hadn't expected her to be so dazzling; everyone was staring at her, and Ning Congwen felt a sense of satisfaction.

His conditions here weren't exactly ideal, but because of Song Xianyin, many more people were seeking him out than before.

Just then, a news story began to circulate online.

[A gold digger dumped her boyfriend for money and even verbally abused him!]