Qi Yuan and Qin Qian could indeed be friends; after all, one is a high-ranking executive at Baitian, and the other is Baitian’s heiress. If Qi Yuan herself couldn’t go, she could have just said so; why make up a friend?
Their friend…
An answer popped into Lin Qiao’s head, and she immediately understood.
Who else could it be between Qi Yuan and Qin Qian but Su Zhengxing!
So it seemed that the incident unfolded like this: Qin Qian asked Ruan Shenyi for two tickets to a meet-and-greet and invited Su Zhengxing to attend. Su Zhengxing didn’t have time, so he handed the tickets to Qi Yuan for him. Qi Yuan was also busy with work, so she simply gave the tickets to Lin Qiao. Then, without Qin Qian’s knowledge, a strange woman sat next to her.
No wonder she felt the rich woman next to her was staring at her that day. And when she went out, she ran into Su Zhengxing’s car, which happened to be parked outside. He was probably standing Qin Qian up and going to apologize. Unexpectedly, Lin Qiao bumped into him, which led him to give her a ride by accident.
Thinking back to the intimate photos of them trending online, Lin Qiao scoffed inwardly.
Just a younger sister!
Younger sister my foot!
Despite going to the airport to pick someone up with a cheerful attitude, Lin Qiao ended up feeling incredibly angry. So, after the meeting, she went out to eat with Luo Qing and the others, but she barely touched her chopsticks, though she drank several bottles of beer.
Although she knew that she had no right to be angry, Lin Qiao couldn’t help feeling depressed, especially when she thought about what Wen Dai had said about Qin Qian and his past in England, which made her even more upset.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She hadn’t felt anything when she heard these things before, so why did it bother her now?
That bastard!
He said that he would give her a billion yuan if she stayed by his side, but it’s been almost half a month, and besides constantly adding her on WeChat and being rejected, he has nothing else—no money, just a mouth!
“Damn it! Damn it!”
Lin Qiao angrily gulped down a mouthful of beer, but perhaps she drank it too fast, so she choked, her face turning red as she clutched her chest and coughed violently.
“Why is your face so red? Are you alright?” Luo Qing, sitting next to her, was a little dizzy from the steam of the hot pot.
Lin Qiao waved her hand, indicating she was fine: “I’m going to the bathroom to wash my face.”
While Lin Qiao was washing her face in the bathroom, her phone rang. Luo Qing didn’t bother to see who was calling and answered it casually.
“Hello?”
Luo Qing’s slightly childish voice, accompanied by the ambient noise, traveled through the phone to the other end.
Su Zhengxing glanced down at the dialed number with some confusion, confirming it was the same number Lin Qiao had called the CEO’s office at Baitian.
He put the phone back to his ear and tentatively asked, “Isn’t this Lin Qiao’s phone?”
Luo Qing then realized she had grabbed the wrong phone. She glanced back in the direction Lin Qiao had left.
“You’re looking for Lin Qiao? She’s drunk and went to the restroom. Call her again when she gets back.”
Hearing the word ‘drunk’, Su Zhengxing immediately tensed up. The incident at Zhou Yuan resurfaced in his mind. He anxiously stood up.
“Where are you now?”
“We’re having hot pot at Fangyuan Square.” Luo Qing replied truthfully, assuming the person opposite her was Lin Qiao’s friend.
After hanging up the phone, Su Zhengxing grabbed his trench coat and went out the door.
After Lin Qiao returned from the restroom, they had almost finished their hotpot. After paying the bill, they discussed how to get home.
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