"Miss Nangong Lin!" Zhu Tianfu rushed over instantly, his massive bulk trembling with excitement.

Humbly bending over slightly, he extended his hand and said with envy and admiration, "I’ve long admired you, Miss Nangong Lin. They say you’re breathtakingly beautiful, and today, seeing you is like meeting a Heavenly Immortal."

Nangong Lin reached out her hand friendly and smiled politely, "Mr. Zhu, you flatter me."

"No, no, absolutely not!" Zhu Tianfu raised his head, his squinted eyes formed by his plumpness sparkled as he held Nangong Lin’s hand tightly and wouldn’t let go. With his other hand on her hand’s back, he continued, "Miss Nangong really leaves people lost for words!"

He laughed heartily as he turned to the other staff, the director, and his company’s executives, saying, "Everyone, isn’t that right?"

"Yes, yes, yes," everyone echoed.

Only Alvin’s cold gaze fell on Zhu Tianfu’s hand.

Zhu Tianfu didn’t notice at all, still gripping Nangong Lin’s hand tightly. Nangong Lin’s smile was starting to falter, and she attempted to withdraw her hand, but this hoghead was as strong as an ox, and she couldn’t pull back for a moment.

What can I say about this?

Though the Nangong Family is wealthy and influential, Nangong Lin’s job involves social engagements, and if someone intends to take liberties, it can’t always be avoided.

But it’s not as if you should worry about someone being inappropriate just because they hold your hand.

But Zhu Tianfu’s actions were obvious now. He was quite excited, clutching on insistently, even making the director feel awkward, who quickly prompted, "Mr. Zhu, let’s take our seats."

"Oh, okay, okay." Zhu Tianfu nodded, but didn’t loosen his grip. He then turned to Nangong Lin and suggested, "Miss Nangong, shall we take our seats?"

Not only was his voice nauseating, but his other hand, as if naturally, was about to rest on Nangong Lin’s shoulder.

This made Nangong Lin furious.

In all her social dealings, no one had ever dared to disrespect her, and those who had were quickly silenced. Zhu Tianfu, a newly emerged upstart, was clearly not familiar with the circles. If he knew how substantial Nangong Lin’s background was, he wouldn’t dare even with a thousand guts.

Yet he truly didn’t realize what consequences manhandling Nangong Lin would bring. Being so enchanted by her beauty, he couldn’t control himself; saying he got hard at the sight of her wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Thus, he had no time to consider whether he could take liberties.

Just as his hand aimed for Nangong Lin’s shoulder, Nangong Lin’s expression darkened, her eyes turning icy. She pulled her hand back angrily and said, "Mr. Zhu, take your filthy hand away!"

Zhu Tianfu’s hand froze awkwardly and before he could respond, suddenly there was a loud "bang." His whole face felt a searing pain followed by dizziness, and he was directly knocked off his feet.

His massive frame was floored with just one punch, and everyone couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of how painful it must be for the flabby figure to hit the ground!

"Ah!" Zhu Tianfu’s shrill cry, like a pig being slaughtered, followed sharply.

Nangong Lin was stunned, turning her gaze towards the one who threw the punch. It was without a doubt Alvin.

At this moment, Alvin’s face was like ice, his handsome Ying Lun features radiated coldness. He pulled Nangong Lin to his side, wrapped his arm around her waist, and glared at Zhu Tianfu with a look of disdain and contempt, saying, "Do you really think you can lay a hand on Nangong Lin?"