"Let's go." He Hanchuan ignored her utterly deferential posture, effortlessly peeling her hand away. "You'll push." Xiang Wan stood frozen, her eyes fixed on him. "Do you really have to do this?" "Xiang Wan, my patience is wearing thin." He Hanchuan swirled the champagne in his glass. He took a sip, and the slow roll of his Adam's apple was so captivating it drew the eyes of women across the room.