Shen Yuejin's expression changed drastically as she searched for Xi Luo's figure in the arena.

The Shen family intends to form a marriage alliance with the Xi family; they're practically open about it.

They haven't settled down yet because they are still young.

Everyone in the circle knows she likes Xi Luo.

She wouldn't allow Xi Luo to have any relationship with any woman other than her, especially Yan Qiao!

Then, a waiter brought out a glass of champagne and placed it right in front of Yan Qiao.

"This is what Young Master Luo instructed you to have, along with this shawl."

Yan Qiao had no suspicions and even provocatively picked up her wine glass.

"Please thank him for being so thoughtful."

Shen Yuejin bit her lower lip hard. "You're pretty amazing. You haven't even broken off your engagement with my brother yet, and you've already hooked up with Xi Luo."

Yan Qiao smiled and said, "Isn't that what your brother does too?"

"How can that be the same! Do you think the Xi family would let you in, given your status? You're delusional!" Shen Yuejin was furious.

How dare Yan Qiao!

"If the Shen family can let me in, why can't the Xi family? You're underestimating yourself. Do you think your family is inferior to the Xi family?" Yan Qiao smiled calmly and took a couple of sips of wine.

She came alone, so a couple of sips would be enough; she couldn't get drunk.

Shen Yuejin stomped her high heels on the floor, yelling, "You just wait! I'm going to tell Grandpa when we get back!"

Yan Qiao shrugged, unable to accept it.

After Shen Yuejin left, she focused on eating.

A short while later, a commotion arose, and voices from the crowd exclaimed, "Third Master has actually arrived!"

Yan Qiao glanced at the man surrounded by the crowd. From her angle, she couldn't see anything. She sipped her champagne intermittently.

Before I knew it, the bottle was empty.

Yan Qiao frowned; she had drunk too much.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, thinking that she had only drunk one glass of champagne, so she shouldn't be drunk.

But he felt dizzy and his cheeks were burning; he really did look a bit drunk.

Just then, the waiter who had brought the champagne earlier came over again.

"Young Master Luo asked me to ask you if you are feeling unwell?"

Yan Qiao waved her hand, "No, I think I'm a little drunk."

"There's a lounge upstairs. Would you like to go? It's a room arranged by Young Master Luo, so you won't be disturbed by anyone else."

Yan Qiao felt she really needed to clear her head, so she nodded.

"good."

She was certain that Xi Luo wouldn't harm her, and since it was a banquet hosted by the Xi family, she had no guard up at all and followed him into the elevator to the third floor.

But as soon as she entered the house, she heard the sound of the door being locked from the outside.

Yan Qiao's expression hardened, and she reached out to twist the handle, but it wouldn't open.

She turned on the light and saw a naked man lying on the bed.

And this man was none other than Chen Zhou!

Yan Qiao's head throbbed even more; no wonder Chen Lan wanted her to attend this banquet.

No wonder Chen Lan readily agreed to annul the engagement; it turns out it was something she had planned long ago.

Yan Qiao went into the bathroom, washed her face, and squeezed out some facial cleanser to wash off all her makeup.

Only then did I manage to regain some clarity.

They can't stay here. Chen Lan definitely has other plans, and she'll force Shen Zhou to marry her.

Yan Qiao walked to the balcony and looked down.

This is the third floor; jumping down there could be fatal.

At that moment, she set her sights on the balcony of the next room.

If we could go there to hide, that would be fine too.

Thinking this way, she did just that.

Yan Qiao took off her high heels and threw them onto the balcony next door.

With a clatter, the high heel rolled down to a man's feet.

A man? Yan Qiao narrowed her eyes; it was indeed a man.

Unfortunately, the lights weren't on there, so she couldn't see the man's face clearly, only that he was quite tall.

Just as the high heels were about to touch him, he took a step back in disgust.

That's right, even though Yan Qiao couldn't see his face clearly, she knew he was disgusted.

Yan Qiao climbed onto the balcony and sat down.

The alcohol made her unsteady on her feet.

It's too dangerous to go that way.

"Hey! Handsome, can you help me out? My room is locked from the inside, and I can't get out."

The man remained still, his face hidden in the darkness.

Yan Qiao gritted her teeth and had no choice but to bleed.

"Give me a hand, ten thousand yuan, isn't that a good deal?"

If someone gives her ten thousand, she'll pull on them a few more times without a problem.

The man remained motionless.

Although she couldn't see him, Yan Qiao knew that this man was definitely looking at her.

Yan Qiao was furious and somewhat anxious.

"I'm asking you to lend a hand, not to sell yourself. I'm begging you, okay?"

Only then did the man take pity and speak casually: "I just washed my hands."

His voice was casual and relaxed, yet deep and magnetic—a very pleasant voice.

These words almost made Yan Qiao furious.

I've washed my hands!

Yan Qiao gritted her teeth and forced a smile.

"I washed my hands, they're not dirty."

The man gave an "oh" and said nothing more. He leaned against the side, his tall figure clearly having no intention of playing the hero and rescuing the damsel in distress.

Yan Qiao has given up; she might as well think of another way.

"Okay, then, you throw the shoe over here for me, is that alright?"

The man clicked his tongue. "Dirty."

Even though she couldn't see his face clearly, Yan Qiao could sense his reluctance.

"Could you go outside and open the door for me?" Yan Qiao said desperately.

The man chuckled softly, "Madam, it's better to rely on yourself than on others."

It means he doesn't intend to help.

Yan Qiao felt a surge of anger rising in her chest. She had never seen a man more lacking in gentlemanly manners in her life.

"OK!"

She turned around angrily, the black tassels gleaming in the reflection of the streetlights, her delicate shoulder blades taut on her bare back, a testament to her fury.

Yan Qiao looked around the room before remembering to call for help.

Then I realized I hadn't brought my phone!

Fortunately, after searching, they found Shenzhou's phone.

She called Yan Yaoyao directly.

Yan Yaoyao had been searching for Chen Zhou and quickly got through.

"Brother Chenzhou, where did you go?"

Yan Qiao said coldly, "Third floor, the second room on the left after you get off the elevator, be quick!"

"Yan Qiao!" Yan Yaoyao screamed, "What did you do to Brother Chen Zhou!"

Yan Qiao looked impatient. "If I wanted to do something to him, I wouldn't have called you. Hurry up and come over! Don't you want to marry him? This is a great opportunity. If you don't come soon, Shen Zhou and I will be on the news."

After hanging up the phone, she waited anxiously in her room for Yan Yaoyao to come over.

She glanced at the balcony during that time; the man had already left, leaving only a pair of high heels standing there alone.

This person was so cold that she felt like swearing at him when she saw him.

Fortunately, Yan Yaoyao acted quickly, allowing Yan Qiao to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

However, upon seeing the unconscious and undressed Chen Zhou, Yan Yaoyao angrily blocked Yan Qiao's path.

"What have you done! Yan Qiao, have you no shame? Brother Chen Zhou doesn't like you, so you do this kind of thing!"

Yan Qiao sneered, "Do you even have a brain? If I did this, would I have called you over? What would I call you over for? To hang out?"

She pushed Yan Yaoyao away and walked out, even thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

She stopped in her tracks as she passed the next room.

A short while later, the door opened.

She held her breath, wondering whether she should yell at the man.

Li Qiao walked out and bumped into Yan Qiao, both of them holding their breath.

What is she doing here?

"Miss Yan Qiao?"

"You know me?"

Li Qiao smiled and nodded, "You and Young Master Luo are friends."

Yan Qiao didn't ask any more questions, knowing that he wasn't the man on the balcony.

"Excuse me, whose room is this?"

Li Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"This is Young Master Xiao's room."

"Young Master Xiao? Xiao Yunqi?"

"yes."

Yan Qiao nodded and walked towards the elevator.