Tycoon is Hen-pecked

With a wave of Ling Yiheng's palm, he blocked Zuo Zixian's head and wrapped his other hand around her waist. The two of them entered the hotel hall with Zhou Heng and a few bodyguards escorting her.

Although those reporters didn't manage to interview Ling Yiheng, they all managed to capture Zuo Zixian, and they didn't lose a single one.

They had all heard that Ling Yiheng had a fiancée, but she had never appeared in public. Could the woman who appeared this time be his fiancee?

If he chose to bring his fiancée with him at this time, would it mean that his marriage was coming?

This was a heavyweight piece of news for the entire business world.

Outside of the hotel, the guests were still coming and going, and the interior was bustling with noise and excitement.

The famous waltz was played as the opening melody. Around it were lots of sai flowers as ornaments. The bright, crystalline, industrial chandelier illuminated countless customers coming and going.

Chattering and laughing, drinking and having a good time, or talking properly among the people you know for the benefit of others or for the sake of social interaction.

This was the specialty of this kind of business gathering, but it had its own purposes.

However, if it wasn't for some hidden motive in his heart, Ling Yiheng wouldn't even bother to come to this gathering.

Almost the moment he stepped into the hall, it attracted many people's attention, especially those famous women who wanted to hook up with him.

However, when they saw Zuo Zizhen beside him, many of them revealed expressions of shock.

Zuo Zixian had a standard smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with helplessness. It seems like this man really used him as a shield.

This group of women were simply like vicious wolves. When they saw Ling Yiheng together with him, they seemed to wish that they could tear her to shreds.

Noticing that her expression was a bit stiff, the man lowered his head and moved closer to her cheek. His clear voice carried a trace of demonic charm, "Zuo Zixian, play your role well. Don't disappoint me."

Because she knew the price.

She was startled and hated the feeling of being seen through.

Many people came over to greet Ling Yiheng. However, most of them only nodded their heads slightly and exchanged a few words without toasting.

Those people also seemed to be very clear about Ling Yiheng's temper and didn't invite him for a drink. It was as if he was born with an aura that prevented people from getting close to him.

She was relieved when he introduced himself to her as his companion for the evening. Fortunately, he didn't say that he was his fiancée now.

Otherwise, as things were now, she might have made a lot of enemies and been pushed to the forefront of the media.

However, the current situation was not any better.

Since it was a business gathering, they would naturally invite quite a few celebrities. Amongst them, there was no lack of IK Group. As the most prestigious medical group in the United States, they were naturally honored guests as well.

When Sun Yi saw Zuo Zixian and Ling Yiheng in the corner, a trace of malevolence was revealed in his turbid eyes.

A person that was humiliated like him would definitely not have a good ending.

Originally, he did not know Ling Yiheng's identity. However, after a few introductions from his friends in the shopping mall, he found out that he was actually the Prince of the L. Force Group, who had control of a large half of China's economic lifeline. For such a character, not to mention him, even the president would have to give him some face, let alone himself.

But how could he swallow this down?

Sun Yi took out his cell phone, entered the lobby's back door and left the scene.

Zuo Zixian was glad that Ling Yiheng didn't ask her to accompany him to socialize with those people, allowing her to quietly listen to the music at the side. Occasionally, he would smile at the people who came to greet him, and chat about something that didn't hurt much.

"I never thought that Mister Ling would finally bring a female companion to attend. It's really rare." Miss Zuo, why don't you have a drink? A polite young man came over and said, with a trace of admiration in his eyes.

He didn't wait for Zuo Zixian's reply, he had already taken a glass of red wine from the tray in the waiter's hand and was about to pass it to her.

Zuo Zixian frowned slightly, but just when he wanted to reply, he heard Ling Yiheng's gentle yet oppressing voice from the side. He said to the young man who looked even younger than Zuo Zixian, "She doesn't drink."

The man looked at Zuo Zixian, then looked at Ling Yiheng, seemingly overwhelmed by his magnificent aura. He awkwardly smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mister Ling, I don't know."

With that, he turned and left as if he was escaping.

Zuo Zi's relieved look made Ling Yiheng in a good mood, but then he seemed to have thought of something and said, "Why, the daughter of the famous Wine Master doesn't like red wine?"

In response to his question, Zuo Zixian opened his eyes and cast a sidelong glance at him, saying indifferently, "That is red wine from the Currico Valley of Chile. It is made with ordinary ingredients and a dry and astringent taste, plus it has the climate of the Mediterranean. It is not suitable for Asians to drink."

Ling Yiheng looked at her with a hint of surprise and admiration in his eyes, "You can tell just by smelling it?"