Chapter 9 She Was Destined To Be His

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  Ma Tong followed behind the receptionist, walking while admiring the traditional Chinese-style interior decorations of the restaurant. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Indeed, it's no wonder this is one of the top restaurants in Xihua City! Just look at their decor and their style - what a level of sophistication! And it's not even peak dining hours yet, but the main hall is already packed! I never thought that in my lifetime, I'd be able to dine here. If Lü Dahai knew, he'd be green with envy!"

  As Matong was marveling like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, the welcoming lady stopped in her tracks, pushed open a red wooden door carved with phoenix patterns, and respectfully said to Matong: "Mr. Ma, Tianfeng Pavilion has arrived, please enter!"

  "Oh, okay, thank you!" Ma Tong had always been very nice to beautiful women, except for those who looked down on him.

  "You're welcome! Is there anything else I can help you with?"

  "Whatever, you just mind your own business!"

  The receptionist smiled sweetly and turned to leave, and as she walked away with a gentle swaying motion, Ma Tong couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion: if he could marry someone like her, his mother would definitely be thrilled!

  "Are you Ma Tong?"

  At this time, a thick but slightly stiff male voice came from the private room. Ma Tong followed the sound and saw a man with a tiger's back and bear's waist, wearing a black suit, white shirt and black tie, staring at him with a fierce gaze.

  "What a man!" Seeing that the comer was not the elegant beauty he had imagined, Ma Tong felt a little disappointed and nodded: "I am Ma Tong, who are you?"

  "Don't bother about who I am," the man with a buzz cut said in an impolite tone, "I just want to ask you one thing: what kind of person are you? Why did you intentionally get close to our family's young lady?"

  What's going on here? Ma Tong was confused: "Sir, are you speaking Chinese? I don't understand a single sentence!"

  The bald-headed man sneered and said, "Don't try to fool me, I've seen people like you before. To fly up the tree and become a phoenix, who doesn't use every trick in the book? Don't think I don't see through your old-fashioned tactics!"

  Ma Tong's face turned gloomy: "With a mad dog like you, I think there's nothing to say!" He turned around and was about to leave, but the inch-headed man shouted: "You dare to call me a mad dog?! Don't let him go!" He took a swift step forward and pounced on Ma Tong's right shoulder with his hands open like tiger claws!

  Ma Tong heard the sound of wind behind his head, and his upper body reflexively sank down, letting the inch-headed man's tiger claws pass over him. At the same time, he pressed both hands on the ground, and with a flash of lightning, his right leg kicked back, rushing straight towards the inch-headed man's face!

  The bald man reacted extremely quickly, and upon seeing the situation, he swiftly crossed his arms to protect his face, successfully blocking Ma Tong's kick. However, the bald man only felt an overwhelming force that was impossible to resist transmitted from Ma Tong's foot to his own arms, and then his body involuntarily flew backward, slamming heavily onto the large round table in the private room, weighing 180 pounds, instantly crushing it!

  Ma Tong saw that he had knocked his opponent down with one kick, and suddenly felt a great sense of pride. He turned around and put on a cool expression, saying: "This is what you get for asking for it!"

  It seems that "ghost possession" is not entirely useless after all! At least, if it were in the past, Ma Tong, a guy who was less than 1.8 meters tall and weighed less than 120 pounds, except for some basic self-defense skills he learned when working as a security guard, how could he possibly kick a bodyguard-type person who was at least 1.9 meters tall and weighed at least 180 pounds with one leg?

  I haven't even used much strength yet!

  The bald man flipped over with a carp-style move, shook his numb arms, and struck a fighting pose at Ma Tong. His sharp eyes stared tightly at Ma Tong, and he said in a solemn tone: "So you're actually a martial arts practitioner! Now I can't let you go even more!"

  Ma Tong was about to respond when a clear and melodious female voice, filled with anger yet still pleasant to the ear, suddenly rang out from behind him: "Zhan Kui! What are you doing?!"

  Ma Tong followed the sound and looked back, suddenly becoming as still as a wooden chicken.

  How could it be her?!

  Before coming here, Ma Tong had countless guesses, but each guess was a million miles away from reality. Because at this moment, the noble and elegant, bright-eyed and white-toothed, thin-angry yet still breathtakingly beautiful long-haired beauty standing in front of him was none other than the beautiful CEO of the Ling Enterprise Group, Ling Wanqing!

  Ma Tong rubbed his eyes and pinched his own cheek, it hurt, it seemed he wasn't dreaming, it was really her, the goddess in his heart!

  Good evening!

  Although Ma Tong's behavior was a bit unbearable at this time, Ling Wanqing seemed to be used to seeing others make fools of themselves in front of her, so she smiled without being annoyed: "Mr. Ma? Are you Mr. Ma?"

  Ma Tong finally came back to his senses, feeling deeply embarrassed in his heart, but still stuttering a bit: "Y-yes, yes, President Ling, g-good day!"

  Ling Wanqing furrowed her brow slightly, but still smiled and said: "You know me? I don't seem to recall that."

  Ma Tong smiled wryly and said, "I know you, but you definitely don't know me. It's like this, before yesterday, I was just an ordinary employee of a company under your group. I had the good fortune to see you at the company's opening ceremony!"

  Ling Wanqing nodded in understanding and said, "I see! Nice to meet you!" As she spoke, she extended a slender white hand, as delicate as a spring onion, perfectly manicured.

  Ma Tong awkwardly wiped his right hand on his body twice before stretching it out to lightly shake hands with Ling Wanqing, then quickly letting go. Even so, the soft and delicate touch of Ling Wanqing's jade-like hand still left Ma Tong savoring the feeling.

  Ling Wanqing slightly frowned and glanced at the messy room, then stared at the pale-faced man with a buzz cut in black clothes, saying: "Wang Zhan Kui, your old habit is acting up again?"

  Wang Zhan Kui lowered his head and said sullenly, "Big sister, I'm also following the chairman's orders to investigate everyone who tries to get close to you..."

  Ling Wanqing's slender eyebrows furrowed even tighter: "What do you mean by 'using an excuse to get close'? Mr. Ma is my invited guest! Look at the way you're talking! What kind of scene are you creating here? Moreover, you're just my bodyguard, not a police officer, what qualifications do you have to interrogate Mr. Ma?"

  Wang Zhan Kui didn't dare to speak again, but still stared at Ma Tong with a fierce gaze, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

  Ma Tong felt secretly pleased, but on the surface he remained calm and collected. He looked around at the messy room and said with a hint of embarrassment: "Sorry about this, Director Ling. Actually, I was the one who broke the table, it has nothing to do with your bodyguard. If the restaurant needs compensation, I'll take full responsibility!" Ma Tong's words were generous, but in his heart he was bleeding: today he hadn't found work and had destroyed a lot of things, it seemed that the little money he had left wouldn't last long under his own carelessness.

  "Mr. Ma, please don't say that, it's all my bodyguard's fault, I apologize to you on his behalf!" As she spoke, Ling Wanqing actually bent down her straight back, clasped her hands together in front of her, and bowed solemnly to Ma Tong, revealing a stunning flash of snow-white skin at the neckline of her crisp white blouse!

  "Big sister!" Wang Zhan Kui shouted angrily.