A smile played on my lips as I strode confidently toward them in my high heels.
"Hey everyone, Si Nan, when did you come back to China?" I walked over and greeted everyone loudly, my gaze finally landing on Song Si Nan's eyebrows and eyes.
He stood up slowly and calmly, looking at me across the long dining table with a smile in his eyes.
"Qiaoqiao." He smiled gently and said, "She just got back today."
I nodded.
"Qiaoqiao, come sit down! Everyone's having a welcome dinner for the boss!" Luoluo called out to me.
Song Sinan got up and pulled out the chair next to him for me.
"Thank you," I said politely.
After taking my seat, I greeted everyone I knew in a friendly manner.
I remember feeling inferior and rejecting this circle when I first found out I was a fake heiress. Now, I face it with equanimity.
"What kind of wine would you like to drink? Or a soft drink?" Song Sinan asked me gently.
"Just a glass of orange juice will do; I have to go to work tomorrow," I replied with a smile.
When the juice was served, I joined everyone in toasting Song Sinan.
"Qiaoqiao has matured, and it's like she's really grown up."
After finishing his drink, Song Sinan looked me over with gentle eyes and said earnestly.
I paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly. "I like to use 'growing up' to describe it. Growing up means becoming independent. Before, I certainly hadn't grown up; I was dependent on my parents, dependent on..."
I stopped myself before I could finish speaking, and just then, my phone rang.
It was that 11-digit number I knew by heart. I walked to a secluded spot to answer the call.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao, are you inside? I've been ringing the doorbell for ages." Fu Yanshen's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with anxiety.
"I'm not home, I'm out. Is there something you need?" I replied casually.
"Something wrong?" After a long pause, he asked back, "Didn't we agree to have dinner together tonight?"
Did I? Did I agree to his request?
"I can't go, I'm busy."
"What are you busy with?" Fu Yanshen asked, clearly annoyed, but quickly softened his tone.
"Qiaoqiao, come play cards!" Luoluo called out to me.
"I'm not saying anything more, goodbye." I hung up the phone hastily.
Back at the table, they formed groups of three or four and started playing cards.
Even Song Sinan, a god-like figure who seems to have descended from heaven, joined us; he was in my group.
"Qiaoqiao, how is Muye's hand recovering?" he asked with concern, his voice deliberately low.
The outside world is unaware that Makino injured both hands; otherwise, there would certainly be all sorts of speculation, causing panic among his fans.
"The recovery is going well, and rehabilitation has begun."
I'll go see him in the next couple of days.
“Ono must be overjoyed to see you, his idol. He often talks about you to me, saying you are his mentor.” I was happy for Makino.
Song Sinan is Mu Ye's idol.
The male god humbly said a few words.
We continued playing Texas Hold'em with great focus, and as we played, I felt a pair of sharp eyes staring at me from behind.
I turned around instinctively.
A tall, slender figure emerged from the shadows, and the man's face gradually came into view.
With his handsome, slender, and cold-faced features, as if carved by a knife, who else could it be but Fu Yanshen?
He actually came looking for me again.
I turned my head and looked at Song Sinan across from me. Suddenly, I remembered the scene of them fighting and Fu Yanshen finally drawing his gun. Even now, it still gives me the creeps.
Song Sinan also saw him, and the smile on his lips deepened, revealing a chill.
“Oh, Mr. Fu,” Ji Yan spoke first.
"President Fu!"
All the other young men stood up and politely greeted Fu Yanshen.
With my back to him, I couldn't see his expression, and he didn't say anything. I just saw the second generation all sit down again.
Fu Yanshen had already reached my side, bringing with him a clean and refreshing woody scent. He held onto the back of my chair with one hand.
"President Song." He greeted Song Sinan first.
"President Fu, tonight is my welcome party. What brings you here?" Song Sinan shrugged, tilted his chin slightly, and asked with a faint smile.
The tone, however, clearly conveyed a sense of unwelcomeness, as if they wanted to get rid of him.
Fu Yanshen patted the arm of a second-generation rich kid next to me, and the other person immediately stood up. "President Fu, please sit down."
"Of course I'm here to welcome President Song." Fu Yanshen pulled out a chair and sat down. "What, aren't you welcome?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he crossed his legs, looking arrogant and glaring at Song Sinan.
Song Sinan narrowed his eyes and glanced at him.
There seemed to be an undercurrent flowing between the two men.
The atmosphere gradually cooled down.
"Of course... you're welcome. Pour Mr. Fu a drink." A moment later, Song Sinan broke the tense atmosphere and called over a waiter.
The waiter poured Fu Yanshen a glass of Royal Salute whisky.
"Mr. Song, I'll drink this first." With that, the man downed his drink in one gulp.
When he put down his wine glass, his pale face visibly flushed red.
"Refill Mr. Fu's cup again," Song Sinan instructed the waiter.
I frowned. "Brother Sinan, it's your turn to play. I've been waiting for ages."
Song Sinan looked at me and smiled slightly, "Let's continue playing cards."
The place became lively again.
After playing a few rounds, everyone got tired of playing cards, and someone suggested playing "Truth or Dare," which Fu Yanshen also joined in.
In the third round, the spinning bottle pointed towards Fu Yanshen.
"Mr. Fu, truth or dare, choose one!" the host, Luo Luo, announced loudly.
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