After Shen Qingli and his friends finished their meal, they stepped out of the restaurant door. The warm yellow street lights were pouring down, casting a layer of leisurely and comfortable light on the whole group of people.

Everyone was talking and laughing when one of the people seemed particularly enthusiastic about the work. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically suggested that everyone go sing karaoke together.

Everyone responded loudly, and Shen Qingli subconsciously wanted to decline, but seeing how expectant and passionate the woman was, the words of refusal were like a fishbone stuck in her throat, which she couldn't spit out.

She felt a little melancholy in her heart. After all, it would not be long before she would have to say goodbye to Beijing, a place that was both familiar and strange to her. From now on, they would be separated by vast distances and there would be no chance of reunion.

This gathering right now is most likely the last time she and everyone get together.

There is a high probability that she will not come back in the future.

There is a nice KTV not far from the restaurant.

As they walked in, the lights in the box were flashing, and the sounds of singing, laughter, and conversation were intertwined and blended together, making it extremely noisy.

Shen Qingli found a corner and sat down quietly, exuding an aloof aura, as if he was out of tune with the bustling surroundings.

She had never been fond of such noisy places. The deafening music and dim lights always made her feel out of place.

Chu Xiaoyu came back from ordering songs, and seeing Shen Qingli looking dejected, she sat down beside her, tilted her head, blinked her eyes, and asked, "Sister A Li, aren't you going to order songs? Think about what to sing, and I'll help you order."

Shen Qingli leaned forward slightly, moved closer to Chu Xiaoyu's ear, and whispered softly: "Xiaoyu, I am tone-deaf, and I am afraid that once I open my mouth, I will 'shock the heavens and the earth and weep the gods and ghosts'. You'd better just listen to you guys sing."

Chu Xiaoyu covered her mouth and laughed secretly, but she didn't force her.

Halfway through, Shen Qingli went to the bathroom.

She stood by the sink, the cool water flowing over her fingertips, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.

As she was concentrating on wiping her hands, a sharp gaze pierced her back like a thorn, making her feel uncomfortable.

She calmly grabbed two tissues and wiped her hands, then slowly turned around and looked over. It was true that enemies meet on a narrow road, and she unexpectedly ran into Shen Weiwei here.

There was no one else here, so Shen Weiwei was too lazy to even pretend.

She crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and walked towards Shen Qingli with an arrogant step, saying in a sinister tone: "Shen Qingli, I really didn't expect to meet you here."

"Which guy are you coming with?"

When Shen Qingli heard this, a chill rose in his eyes, as if ice had formed on the surface of a lake in deep winter. He replied coldly, "Shen Weiwei, is this all you learned in school, such as being sarcastic and snooping into his privacy?"

Shen Weiwei pretended not to hear it, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She took a step forward and continued to provoke: "Shen Qingli, don't run away just because you got lucky last time. This marriage matter can be put behind us."

"Don't dream, Dad has already negotiated with the other party. It won't be long before you have to marry that crippled man."

Shen Qingli was extremely annoyed, knowing that arguing with her would be a sheer waste of words and energy, so he simply glanced at her coldly and walked forward.

Shen Weiwei couldn't stand such indifference. She stamped her feet in anger and screamed at the back: "Shen Qingli, you can't run away!"

On the way back, Shen Qingli was full of mixed thoughts and looked dazed. She didn't notice the man walking towards her at all.

The man was concentrating on answering the phone at the time and didn't notice the person in front of him. The two of them bumped into each other without any warning.

Shen Qingli staggered and leaned back unsteadily. At the critical moment, the man was quick-witted and reached out to firmly grab her slender arm.

He hurriedly said to the person on the other end of the phone, "That's it for now, I have something to do," and hung up the phone. He put the phone back in his pocket and asked with concern, "Miss, are you okay?"

Shen Qingli's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded to apologize: "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention just now and accidentally bumped into you, are you okay?"

The moment Bai Heng's eyes touched Shen Qingli's face, he seemed to be firmly attracted by a magnet, and his eyes lit up. The woman in front of him, with her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting, gentle and moving, wasn't she the girl in his dreams?

He frowned slightly, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't find any relevant memory no matter how hard he racked his brains.

The last time she was in the twilight, Shen Qingli was wearing heavy makeup, but now she is almost bare-faced, looking like two different people. No wonder Bai Heng couldn't recognize her at first.

Seeing him in a daze, Shen Qingli nodded again, "If you are all right, sir, I will leave first."

After saying that, she walked past him and headed towards the box.

At this moment, the cell phone rang urgently. Bai Heng took it out and saw that it was Zhou Yanchen.

He answered the call with a distracted heart, and Zhou Yanchen's slightly complaining voice came from the receiver: "What happened to you just now? Why did you hang up the phone so suddenly?"

Bai Heng's eyes were still glued to Shen Qingli's receding figure, and he said, "I just saw the love of my dreams. She is so beautiful. I have decided that I want to pursue her."

At this time, Zhou Yanchen was still guarding the Zhou family's old house, always on guard against any unexpected situations involving his grandfather.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and muttered, "Okay, go chase your goddess, I'm going to sleep."

When Shen Weiwei came out of the bathroom, she saw Bai Heng. She knew that Bai Heng was Zhou Yanchen's buddy.

Everyone in Beijing knows that besides Zhou Yanchen, there is Bai Heng. These two men can definitely control the economic lifeline of Beijing.

If he has established good relationships, will she still worry about not having resources?

Shen Weiwei approached Bai Heng with what she thought was a sweet smile, "Hello, Mr. Bai!"

Bai Heng looked at the person in front of him, frowning slightly, "Who are you?"

"I'm a newly signed artist at Puff Media. My name is Shen Weiwei."

Popular media?

The one that Zhou Yanchen just founded?

Seeing her extending her hand, Bai Heng smiled awkwardly and shook it. "Hello."

Before Shen Weiwei could open her mouth, Bai Heng opened his mouth and said, "Sorry, I have something else to do. I'll leave first."

Faced with such a situation, Shen Weiwei was somewhat caught off guard, but she quickly came to her senses, "Uh, okay, you go ahead and do your work."

Shen Qingli returned to the box. She was in no mood to stay there any longer. She said something to them and took her bag and left.

She was in a bad mood and didn't notice that Shen Weiwei was following her.