The young woman in the off-the-shoulder tight dress was as beautiful as a star, making others feel inferior at first glance.
Recalling the smug satisfaction she felt standing in front of the mirror a moment ago after finishing her makeup, Jiang Chengcheng felt an urge to hide away.
The woman inside the door looked her up and down, then raised her chin. "Come in..."
After saying that, he turned and went inside, saying, "Young Master Zhou, your little lover is here..."
"So early?"
"It's only a few o'clock, Young Master Zhou, aren't you going a bit too far?"
"Where are you? Hurry up and come in so we can take a look!"
Hearing the noise in the room, Jiang Chengcheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
He stepped forward again, looking quite awkward.
The living room fell silent.
A group of men and women looked at Jiang Chengcheng, then at Zhou Hechen, and fell silent.
In the middle of the sofa, Zhou Hechen, who was smoking and shaking a sieve, turned around, waved his hand, and said, "Go to your room and play by yourself for a while."
He didn't intend to introduce her to his friends.
He didn't intend for her to meet his friends either.
The embarrassment of being stared at outside the door welled up again from the bottom of her heart. Jiang Chengcheng lowered her head and rushed into the master bedroom in a panic.
Once the door is closed, all the noise outside can be heard.
As her rapidly beating heart gradually calmed down, Jiang Chengcheng's tears of grievance were about to fall.
Looking up again, I saw a white packaging box on the small coffee table by the French windows.
L's logo.
Thinking that it was a gift from Zhou Hechen, Jiang Chengcheng felt a little better.
Jiang Chengcheng took off her down jacket and hung it up, then sat on the sofa and picked up the box.
The moment it was opened, all the color drained from his face.
She clearly chose white, so why is the box black?
Jiang Chengcheng inappropriately thought of Ye Li's wardrobe and her mostly black bags, her nails scratching against the hard packaging boxes.
Yes, Ye Li likes black.
She was being tactless, thinking Zhou Hechen genuinely wanted to give her a gift, so she unwittingly chose white.
But what is the reality?
The person Zhou Hechen wanted to give it to was Ye Li, right?
She's an idiot!
Bang!
Jiang Chengcheng threw the bag back into the box and put it back in its original place. Her face was pale as she got up and left.
The moment my hand grasped the doorknob, the surroundings suddenly became bright.
Turning around, I could see the twinkling stars outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Jiang Chengcheng walked over in a daze.
Across the street is a landmark building in the capital city, and a huge billboard on its roof lights up, illuminating the entire room.
On the road, the cars with flashing lights looked as tiny as glowing ants, moving back and forth in a constant stream.
Several main urban roads intersect here, resembling constellations in the night sky.
At a glance, the entire capital city was within sight.
The night view is absolutely stunning.
If it weren't for Ye Li, she wouldn't have been able to get involved with Zhou Hechen.
If it weren't for Zhou Hechen, she wouldn't be able to see this night view.
Given her abilities and connections, she could never have any relationship with any of the wealthy families in the capital throughout her life.
Jiang Chengcheng stood by the window for a very long time without even realizing that her fingernails had dug into her palm.
The door lock made a soft hum, and when Jiang Chengcheng turned around, she saw Zhou Hechen walking in with a furrowed brow.
Upon seeing her, Zhou Hechen was taken aback, as if he had just remembered that she was there.
Jiang Chengcheng pretended not to notice, and stepped forward with a shy smile, "Brother Chen, thank you for the gift, I like it very much!"
The room was dark, with only a floor lamp in the corner emitting a faint glow.
The lights outside the window were actually brighter.
In the interplay of light and shadow, the slender girl standing against the light by the window looks remarkably like Ye Li.
"If you like it, that's fine."
Zhou Hechen nodded, walked straight forward, and embraced the person.
The smell of tobacco mixed with the spicy scent of alcohol as Zhou Hechen forcefully kissed Jiang Chengcheng, his hands slipping under the hem of her sweater.
The large bed was just a few steps away, but Zhou Hechen seemed impatient and pressed Jiang Chengcheng down onto the carpet by the French windows, "Xiao Li, Xiao Li..."
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