I saw Qin Shisheng holding my slender waist tightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Jiang Zhou and Lin Zhibai followed behind.

Wherever we went, people around us would immediately cast respectful and flattering glances at us, and would all greet Qin Shisheng with utmost courtesy.

Some of them also came up to him with great enthusiasm to exchange pleasantries and greetings.

"President Qin! I've wanted to see you for so long! Is it convenient for us to talk?" A pot-bellied man walked over, his eyes lingering on me for a few seconds before looking away.

Qin Shisheng dealt with it.

“I’ll wait for you over there!” I said to Qin Shisheng.

Don't go too far!

I nodded.

Surrounded by such a lively and bustling scene, I felt an indescribable sense of loneliness welling up inside me.

Now that Sister Ye isn't here to chat with me and keep me entertained, I can only silently walk to a secluded corner of the banquet hall and sit down, quietly observing everything that's happening before my eyes.

Qin Shan was sitting alone on a chair not far away, his face shrouded in endless sorrow.

He was seen chugging down glass after glass of strong liquor, seemingly trying to numb the pain deep within his heart with alcohol.

The petite and gentle Xue Yu slowly walked towards Qin Shan.

She reached out and handed a glass of clear, transparent water to Qin Shan.

"Honey, stop drinking so much. Have some water first."

Qin Shan slightly raised his head, glanced at her indifferently, but kept his lips tightly closed and did not utter a single word.

I gently picked up the brightly colored juice next to me and sipped it slowly.

Just then, my gaze inadvertently swept towards the doorway, and there stood Wang Yijin's tall and slender figure.

He strode confidently through the door, followed closely by a beautiful woman with an elegant demeanor.

The woman was wearing an exquisite cheongsam that perfectly accentuated her graceful figure, making her look exceptionally beautiful and charming.

Wang Yijin's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile that was both slightly roguish and undeniably handsome.

Behind him followed a group of respectful subordinates.

Watching this scene, I couldn't help but wonder to myself: Isn't he someone from the Beijing circle?

Why do you still come to the North so often?