Chapter 989 349: Fiancée Jiang Lingling

"Sorry, miss, according to the hotel rules, his attire is not appropriate, we can't..."

One of the security guards was about to say something more.

The other guard beside him, who looked a bit older, hurriedly stepped forward and cut him off.

"I'm sorry, President Jiang."

"He's a new hire, just started. He doesn't know you yet..."

President Jiang?

Han Zhan leaned back a little in disbelief, thinking he'd heard wrong.

He looked at Jiang Lingling again—her aura, her outfit—she really did have that upper-class vibe.

Who would've thought she was a career-type strongwoman too?

As Han Zhan was mulling it over, he suddenly realized his palm was touching something soft and warm. When he looked up, he met Jiang Lingling's warm, friendly smile.

She was holding his hand as she said, "Alright, let's go in."

"Everyone's waiting for us."

Us... Only then did Han Zhan come back to his senses. Still a bit in disbelief, he let Jiang Lingling lead him as they walked into the most luxurious high-end hotel in Sea City.

The two security guards at the door were left staring at each other.

"Boss, that was just now..."

"That's the owner of this hotel, President Jiang, and also the youngest female entrepreneur in Sea City with assets over ten billion!"

Hearing this, the young guard couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, thoroughly stunned.

Thinking about how he'd almost offended such a big shot just moments ago, a bit of lingering fear crept onto his face. His gaze toward the older guard was now full of gratitude.

"Thanks for the heads-up, boss. I'll treat you to late-night snacks tonight."

The older guard smiled, patted the younger one's shoulder, and didn't say anything more.

Still, both of them couldn't help replaying in their minds that look in President Jiang's eyes when she'd glanced at that other shabby-looking young man, and that主动 hand-holding...

"Tsk, that kid really just shot straight to the top."

"So nice. I also wish some young, pretty rich lady would keep me."

"You?" The older guard gave him a once-over. "Talk again after you get plastic surgery and manage to look as handsome as he does."

Right at this moment,

The young female tycoon of Sea City and the shabbily dressed yet handsome young man had already walked all the way into the main banquet hall.

The place was packed. Roughly estimating, there had to be several hundred people, enough to make Han Zhan's social anxiety start acting up.

Just as he was about to instinctively retreat, he realized his hand was firmly linked with Jiang Lingling's, with no chance of breaking free.

She leaned a little closer to him, parted her red lips, and spoke in a voice only Han Zhan could hear:

"Don't worry, you've got me here."

Without waiting for Han Zhan's response, she took him by the hand and strode into the banquet hall with her full aura on display.

Watching Jiang Lingling in action, Han Zhan couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

No wonder she's a strongwoman—so damn cool!

Their entrance immediately drew the attention of all the guests.

Handsome man, beautiful woman,

A good-looking couple was always eye-catching.

The only slight flaw was that the suit the man was wearing looked like a particularly cheap street-stall special.

Granted, his natural presence made the cheap suit look high-end, and his figure was a perfect ten, but most of the people invited to this banquet were big names in Sea City. They had sharp eyes and spotted the issue at a glance.

Pretty boy.

That one phrase popped into their minds.

However, as seasoned big bosses of the business world, they were all very guarded; they didn't show any of their thoughts on their faces.

"President Jiang, congratulations, congratulations."

"Congratulations, President Jiang, on finding your ideal husband."

"President Jiang, you and your husband are like a golden boy and jade girl—an absolutely perfect match."

Hearing these compliments, especially the word "husband," made Jiang Lingling's smile deepen a bit.

Polite small talk, clinking glasses.

Just as someone was about to clink glasses with Han Zhan, Jiang Lingling lifted her hand to block them.

"My husband can't hold his liquor."

"Oh-ho, President Jiang, already in full-on husband-protecting mode, huh? Hahaha."

The one proposing the toast cracked a joke, and everyone else laughed along.

The image of this never-before-met fiancée in Han Zhan's mind grew more and more complete.

A career strongwoman, decisive and cool, utterly husband-obsessed.

This seemed...not entirely unacceptable.

Jiang Lingling's personal charm, plus everything she'd done since meeting him, actually made Han Zhan feel a hint of anticipation toward this marriage he'd originally resisted.

Just then, a figure rushed in.

It was a young man in a diamond-studded luxury suit. The moment he spotted Jiang Lingling standing there, his eyes lit up and he quickened his pace toward her.

In his hand, he held a diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg.

"Ling..."

As he drew closer, the crowd—people with good sense—instinctively parted to both sides. After all, both parties here were people they couldn't afford to offend.

But before he could even get the second syllable out—

Jiang Lingling suddenly kicked off her high heels, stepped forward.

Her right hand, fingers pressed together into a palm, shot up from below in a clean, decisive strike to the young man's jaw.

He went down just as decisively, pitching backward and passing out.

This... Watching this sudden scene, Han Zhan felt it might be necessary to update his fiancée's character profile.

"He's one of my suitors, but I'm not into him, and I've never had any contact with him. Don't get the wrong idea."

Jiang Lingling walked back barefoot, elegantly slipped her arm through Han Zhan's, put her high heels back on, and explained in a gentle tone.

"..."

The contrast between this and the fierce, decisive figure from just now was like night and day.

"You…know martial arts?"

Feeling Jiang Lingling pressed so close, Han Zhan couldn't help asking.

"Just some self-defense skills. You know how it is—business is war, and some people will resort to dirty tricks. As a woman, I have to protect myself when I'm out and about."

"But." Jiang Lingling paused there. "With you by my side from now on, I won't be scared anymore."

Hearing that, Han Zhan's gaze drifted to the unconscious young man being dragged out by security like a dead dog, and he instinctively nodded.

It was just a small episode.

After passing through the banquet hall, the two of them entered a dedicated dressing room to make final touch-ups for the upcoming wedding.

"I've already had your wedding suit prepared. Custom-made by a private tailor to your exact measurements."

"But my parents might arrive a bit late. Their motorcade ran into a mudslide on the highway, but fortunately, no one was hurt."

Hearing this, Han Zhan instinctively looked up at her and asked:

"You mean my parents?"

Jiang Lingling shot him a playful glare with her beautiful eyes, then said, "Our parents!"

Before Han Zhan could say anything, the makeup artist working on them couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"President Jiang, looks like you really do love your husband. The wedding isn't even over yet and you're already calling your in-laws Mom and Dad so naturally."

Jiang Lingling blinked and didn't deny it.