Tranxending Vision

Thunder Horse Group's exhibition booth, which looked like a "child's playhouse", was a joke to a lot of those in the industry, but this joke had sold weapons like hotcakes on the first day of the exhibition. Xia Lei's hand hurt from signing purchase order forms. He would have been afraid to sign so many in the past because Thunder Horse Group had limited production capacity and it would be impossible to complete them all. He also had a huge debt on his shoulders, and the company was not able to expand production capability at that current stage. It was different now, though. The debt had been taken off his shoulders and he was all relaxed. Now, he dared to take on all orders, no matter how big!

And those in the industry who thought Thunder Horse Group was a joke looked at the number of purchase orders they had at the end of the day, and felt like they had been slapped across the face.

When the first exhibition day was over, Xia Lei held a celebratory dinner at the Star of Paris Hotel to toast the employees of Thunder Horse Group.

"A toast to you, Director Xia." The Qing Caiyue of the night was very lively, and she kept filling Xia Lei's glass.

"Caiyue, are you trying to get me drunk?" said Xia Lei with a laugh.

"I wouldn't dare, Director Xia. You have great alcohol tolerance, so it's fine if you drink." Qing Caiyue pushed a wineglass into Xia Lei's hands, then raised his arm to tilt the wine in the glass to his lips. "Drink, Director Xia. It's a rare happy occasion."

"Sure, sure, I'll drink." Xia Lei could not refuse and he downed the wine.

Qing Caiyue picked up the bottle again and poured wine into his glass. She glanced at Xia Lei out of the corner of her eye and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

The men and women of Thunder Horse Group all saw that, and they were secretly amused. Who didn't understand what Qing Caiyue was thinking? The employees all laughed quietly to themselves, and all thought 'You're going to have a good time tonight, Director Xia!'

Glass after glass. Xia Lei lost count of how many he had. However, he was wide awake and not one bit drunk. The one who had been plying him with drinks, however, was flat on the table, dead drunk.

"Your alcohol tolerance is too freaking good, Director Xia." A female employee looked at Xia Lei with amazement. She could not understand how Xia Lei could be so good with alcohol, and she understood less why Xia Lei had made Qing Caiyue drunk.

Was Director Xia planning on riding a drunk horse?

This was the question that the male employees were thinking. *

The atmosphere of the banquet turned a little strange and awkward.

Just as Xia Lei was about to end the banquet, a woman in a black evening gown arrived. Beautiful blue gem-like eyes, and an exquisite face with features no one could find fault with, plus a sexy body with all the right curves in all the right places. She also had legs of the perfect 2-3 proportion. Her appearance was like that of beautiful scenery.

This beauty of mixed heritage was Hattori Masao's daughter, Beryl. She also had a Japanese name — Hottori Mei. She only used that name in Japan, however.

Xia Lei was not surprised that Beryl would come.

"You guys go back. Oh yeah, please send Secretary Qing back to her room," said Xia Lei.

The Thunder Horse Group employees left the hotel restaurant, and two female employees supported Qing Caiyue between them as they walked off.

"Why didn't you come earlier, Miss Hattori?" Xia Lei stood and said with a smile, "We could have had dinner together if you came earlier."

Beryl sat on a chair next to Xia Lei. A faint, nice smile appeared on her lips. "Congratulations, Mr Xia. I heard that you received quite a few orders today. You made quite a fortune."

"Purchase orders are not cheques, though. I will only get the money when I complete them. I am worrying over how I can complete so many of these orders." Xia Lei gave a fake sigh. "Ay. Now I know that having a lot of orders is not necessarily a good thing."

"Mr Xia, if I were a colleague of yours, I would want to punch you." Beryl waved a fist in front of Xia Lei, looking like she really did want to hit him.

Her fist was white and delicate, like it had been crafted from snow. It seemed like an indescribable translucent gem. The skin on her fist was already so delicate, so how delicate was the skin on the rest of her body? A high-grade woman like this… how many men in this world could resist one such as she?

For some reason, Xia Lei, who had been staring dumbly at her fist, suddenly grabbed it.

"Mr Xia, you…" Beryl grew nervous immediately. She instinctively tried to retract her hand, but Xia Lei held her hand tight and she could not move it.

Not getting a lady's consent before grabbing her hand was simply sexual harassment, or acting like a thug. However, this was just the beginning. While Beryl was all embarrassed and flustered, Xia Lei kissed her fist.

Thug Xia even extended his tongue and left a wet mark on Beryl's hand.

An embarrassed flush appeared on Beryl's face, and a flash of anger appeared in her blue eyes. What shamed her though, was that she had felt electricity go through her when Xia Lei licked her hand. That stinging, itching feeling made her body start some sort of chemical reaction in her.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Xia Lei released Beryl's hand, and his face filled with apology. "I've had too much to drink. It's the alcohol talking. Please forgive me, Miss Hattori. I did not do that on purpose."

Blame it on alcohol.

Alcohol: You're blaming me?

"It, It's okay." Beryl went quiet very quickly, and a charming smile appeared on her face. "Mr Xia, why don't we go back to your room to talk? You're a little drunk, so you will feel better after you've had a shower. I will wait for you."

"Ah, that's not very nice of me though."

"It's okay, really."

"Okay then. We'll go to my room and talk." Xia Lei stood, but was unsteady. He swayed on his feet, and leaned in the direction of Beryl.

"Be careful, Mr Xia." Beryl quickly reached out to support Xia Lei, but she did not account for Xia Lei's weight and his determination to fall.

A second later, Xia Lei's upper body was pressed to Beryl's embrace. His face was stuck to her face, and one hand of his was on hers while the other was on a certain ball-shaped thing. What met his grip was a softness with amazing bounce, and a fragrance with filled his nostrils. A man would never tire of groping these babies.

"Mr Xia…" Beryl was not in a good situation. She tried her best to push Xia Lei off of her, but her small bit of strength was not enough.

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't do that on purpose. I really shouldn't have drunk so much. I won't ever drink again…" Xia Lei mumbled, but that hand of his kept touching her.

No words could describe what Beryl felt at that moment. What she wanted to do most then, wasn't to reprimand Xia Lei but to get a knife and cut off that damn hand of his!

Xia Lei only crawled off of Beryl when he had enough of rubbing her the wrong way, and his hand was full up on happiness.

Xia Lei swayed on his feet again right after he stood up.

"No!" Beryl was even more nervous than Xia Lei. She got to her feet and grabbed Xia Lei around the waist, using her shoulder to support him and help him regain his balance.

Xia Lei left with Beryl. He walked very slowly, but held Beryl very tight to him.

'Hattori Masao, you're even using your own daughter as bait to reel me in. Fine. Since you're so sincere, it will be impolite of me if I don't eat your bait.' Xia Lei's pervy hand rubbed gently against Beryl's waist as he thought quiet thoughts to himself.

A hotel employee behind them looked suspiciously at Xia Lei's hand, which was quietly moving towards Beryl's round buttocks. The employee muttered, "Pervert man! He's obviously not drunk but he's faking it. Despicable…"

They came to the door of his room, and the two French Special Forces soldiers stopped Beryl.

One soldier said, "Who is she, Mr Xia?"

"My friend," said Xia Lei. "She's fine. I'll take responsibility if something happens."

"I'll do a check." The Special Forces soldier used a scanning device to sweep Beryl's body.

The scanner beeped with warning when it went over Beryl's LV bag.

"What is in the bag, Miss?" said the soldier warily.

"I… don't know." Beryl looked a little nervous.

"Open the bag." The soldier's tone turned stern.

Beryl opened her LV bag. There were no weapons in her bag, just lipstick, mascara, tissues, and feminine stuff.

The soldier looked them over. "Apologies. You may go in."

The other soldier said, "Mr Xia, would we need to inform Miss Jacqueline Eva?"

"No need. I will tell her," said Xia Lei.

Beryl followed Xia Lei into the room.

The soldiers at the door exchanged glances and smiled. What else could it be when a man leads a woman into a hotel room?

"Mr Xia, the French government is really taking good care of you," said Beryl after she entered the room. "I almost thought that you were the leader of some country when I stepped out of the lift."

"Heh heh…" Xia Lei laughed as he looked at Beryl, acting like he was slow.

"Go take a shower. You'll feel better after one," said Beryl.

"I'll go take a shower then." Xia Lei turned to the bathroom.

"Wait, aren't you going to take your clothes off?" Beryl moved close to him before he could speak, and reached out to help him remove his clothes.

"This is… um, embarrassing." Xia Lei looked very awkward, but he did not object to the mixed-blood woman undressing him.

Beryl helped Xia Lei out of his suit and shirt.

Xia Lei took off his socks and went into the bathroom.

The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.

Beryl waited for a bit, then quietly picked up Xia Lei's clothing and started going through his clothing.

In the shower, Xia Lei let out a sigh. 'You're too anxious. Going straight to it without any foreplay? I really want to tell you that what you're looking for is in my trousers pocket. Didn't you discover it when you were helping me take my trousers off?'

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