My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 51 - Cooking God Championship

51: Chapter 51: Cooking God Championship

51 -51: Cooking God Championship

Staring at Lin Mengru for several seconds, Su Xuan was shocked by her words: This girl had really grown up, she didn’t want Lin Mengxue to worry.

To let go of hatred is not something everyone can do.

People are selfish, especially men towards women.

Su Xuan’s hatred for Liu Bin had not faded; he believed that love should be mutual, and men who did such things were worse than pigs and dogs.

Indeed, when Su Xuan burst into the room, all he saw was Zhao Ziwei holding down Lin Mengru, but things hadn’t gone too far yet.

Caught in silence and inner conflict, Su Xuan thought to himself: If I hadn’t been fighting with those city management officers at the market and had arrived earlier, this wouldn’t have happened.

Thankfully, I wasn’t too late; if that dog had touched her, I’d feel guilty for the rest of my life. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

“You should get some rest, I’m leaving.”

Seeing that Lin Mengru didn’t react, Su Xuan stood up and walked towards the door, then behind him came a voice: “Thank you.”

“Oh, and there’s a birthday gift in the bag, your sister asked me to buy it for you, happy birthday.” At the door, Su Xuan remembered something he had almost forgotten, looked back, said this and slowly closed the door.

Lin Mengru, with a look of surprise, glanced towards the couch, and indeed there was a beautifully wrapped gift bag.

It was a birthday she couldn’t be happy about, but she couldn’t help feeling moved.

The moment she saw the Platinum necklace, Lin Mengru suddenly felt the chill leave her body, and a rare hint of excitement appeared in her eyes.

After a restless night, Su Xuan woke up early, went downstairs to run several laps, and took the chance to breathe some fresh air.

Approaching noon, Chen Wanqing called him, urgently asking him to come to her company.

Dressed casually, he approached the big building and knocked on the door to the general manager’s office, then brazenly entered.

Smiling mischievously, he said, “Honey, I’m here, you sounded so impatient on the phone!”

“Get out!

I’m not in the mood for your jokes!” Chen Wanqing glared at Su Xuan harshly, stood up, and walked towards him, holding a notice in her hand.

“This afternoon, the Cooking God Competition, Manston Hotel, get ready as soon as you can, we leave at four o’clock.” The high and cold demeanor of the female CEO returned; without expression, Chen Wanqing finished speaking and turned back to her desk.

After a quick glance at the notice, Su Xuan wondered: “Why is it starting now?”

Su Xuan vaguely remembered that the Cooking God Competition should have started four days ago, but he had received no information about it, Chen Wanqing hadn’t mentioned it, so he didn’t make a big deal and didn’t ask.

“Because the organizer had some issues with the venue, the main promoter had to change the organizer.

The city is giving this competition a lot of importance, they did a good job with cultural promotion, so it’s normal to have been postponed a few days, we at Bright Moon Building only received the notice this morning.”

Nodding in understanding, Su Xuan put down the notice, a careless expression on his face as he said, “Then let’s go, I thought it was something urgent.”

It’s like the Emperor is not in a hurry while the eunuch is, Chen Wanqing showed a somewhat angry expression and said, “Can’t you take this seriously?

I told you, this Cooking God Competition is really important for our Bright Moon Building!”

“From where can you see that I’m not being serious?” Su Xuan retorted, and Chen Wanqing, at a loss for words, realized that this was Su Xuan’s usual nonchalant attitude.

Su Xuan’s gaze lingered on Chen Wanqing’s graceful figure.

The more he looked, the faster his heart raced.

Su Xuan’s eyes drifted down along Chen Wanqing’s perfect curves to her waist like a serpent’s, and the purple tight-fitting skirt that accentuated her full hips, the black stockings looked so silky smooth.

“Come here.” Su Xuan beckoned with his hand, the sneer on his face faded, an unreadable mystery in his eyes, he said earnestly.

Chen Wanqing expressed her surprise, “What for?”

“If I win the championship in the competition, how are you going to reward me?” Su Xuan asked with a teasing smile, staring at Chen Wanqing’s flawless face.

Chen Wanqing, slightly shy, turned her head to the side, “What kind of reward do you want?”

As the distance quickly closed in, Su Xuan chuckled inwardly: Isn’t this a rhetorical question?

Where has the president’s shrewdness gone?

“Shouldn’t you know exactly what I want?” Su Xuan said, positioning himself directly in front of Chen Wanqing, his tone rich with suggestive meaning.

“I don’t know…” said Chen Wanqing with an embarrassed smile, understanding there was an insinuation in Su Xuan’s words.

“Stop it, you’d better start getting ready, we’re leaving at four in the afternoon.” Chen Wanqing, blushing with shyness, spoke up and then headed towards her desk.

Su Xuan curled his lip and left Chen Wanqing’s office.

The sudden Cooking God competition, which was even postponed, was met with disdain by Su Xuan: a competition with zero organizational ability.

However, since Chen Wanqing had made a request, Su Xuan felt he had no choice but to participate despite his reluctance.

At three in the afternoon, a Mercedes left Bright Moon Building, driven by a chauffeur.

In the backseat, Chen Wanqing’s elegant and regal attire contrasted with Su Xuan’s sharp black suit.

He didn’t need to dress up intentionally; his looks were enough to eclipse those chefs.

“There might be several rounds of competition, and we’re still unclear about the exact rules.

Be patient and attentive, got it?” Chen Wanqing advised him non-stop along the way.

With his eyes closed, Su Xuan replied, “Got it, Boss Chen.

How many times have you repeated that?

I have already memorized everything you said.”

To ensure fairness and impartiality, the organizers kept all details confidential from the outside world and the competitors; thus, no one knew the exact rules before entering the competition area.

Upon arriving at the Manston Hotel, the crowd was buzzing with activity.

Su Xuan looked around and said with resignation, “Is this a military recruitment?

It’s so lively.”

“Stop complaining and let’s go in,” Chen Wanqing urged, guided by her assistant, while giving Su Xuan a sideways glance.

The lobby was crowded with a throng of journalists, competitors from all walks of life, and their entourages.

Su Xuan paused briefly and when he turned back, he couldn’t find Chen Wanqing.

Not concerned about Chen Wanqing’s whereabouts, Su Xuan looked up, followed the signs to the registration area, and reported his name along with the Bright Moon Building, the restaurant group he represented, then successfully collected his entry card.

“Competitor Chef Information Verification.” Seeing these words, Su Xuan walked over with an indifferent expression.

Flanking the verification desk stood two men in sunglasses.

A few men ahead in the queue were having their information checked and proceeded smoothly.

It was Su Xuan’s turn, who handed over his entry card.

“Are you really the person in the photo?

You don’t look quite the same,” the man on the left said after a few seconds, scrutinizing Su Xuan’s appearance skeptically.

Su Xuan glared at the man and, half-jokingly, snorted, “Do you think I’ve become more handsome or uglier?

If I were not who I say I am, I wouldn’t even want to come.”