There were a lot of people in the banquet hall, but Xie Xihe looked around and didn't find anyone familiar, so he turned and walked towards the rest area on the other side where there were fewer people.
Although she came to the banquet, her purpose was the final performance. As for the meaningless social activities before the performance, it was best to avoid them if possible.
She thought so, but there was always someone who wouldn't let her go.
Before Xie Xihe could completely turn around, a figure came towards him and grabbed Xie Xihe's hand, saying, "I told you it was five o'clock, so you came here at five o'clock. You're really capable!"
"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to argue with you. There are some sponsors over there who want to meet you. Come with me first!"
As Qiao Yazhen was speaking, she realized that she had caught nothing.
Xie Xihe had unknowingly moved sideways, avoiding her hand and at the same time increasing the distance between them.
Qiao Yazhen looked at her empty hands, then at the girl not far away who looked quite carefree. She raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily, "Xie Xihe, what do you mean by this?!"
Isn't her meaning obvious enough?
Xie Xihe glanced at her indifferently, and when she was about to speak, a voice spoke before her.
"Of course what she meant was that she looked down on those sponsors you introduced to her. She herself has already hooked up with a rich man." Chen Mengyue stood not far from the two of them, saying with undisguised sarcasm in her eyes.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yazhen was stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, she immediately looked at Xie Xihe and noticed her unusual outfit.
A look of sudden realization immediately appeared in his eyes, followed by a deep sneer: "I thought so, so that's how it is. If that's the case, why are you still pretending to be so noble?"
Qiao Yazhen said, reaching for Xie Xihe's hand again and continued, "Let me tell you, you're lucky that those sponsors took a liking to you. You say you have no talent, no skills, and all you have left is your face. If you don't seize the opportunity while you're still young, when do you want to wait?"
"Let's go quickly, don't keep them waiting!"
She was responded by the girl's faint laughter and the slightly cool touch on her hand.
Xie Xihe looked at her casually and asked, "Does your hand hurt anymore?"
The girl's fingers were slender and her fingertips were as smooth as jade. Under the light, they were even more perfect, like a work of art, but it made Qiao Yazhen's pupils tremble violently.
The piercing pain from not long ago surged into her heart again. Almost subconsciously, Qiao Yazhen pulled her hand away, trying to break free from Xie Xihe's grip.
But it didn't move at all.
The slender and frail hands held her tightly like an iron clamp, preventing her from even moving.
A look of panic belatedly spread across Qiao Yazhen's face. She said in a trembling voice, "Xie Xihe, what do you want to do? I'm warning you... I'm your agent. If you offend me, you'll be... be..."
Facing the girl's seemingly emotionless gaze, Qiao Yazhen couldn't utter the last three words, "Hide it!"
I can't stop feeling cold in my heart.
Xie Xihe slowly loosened his grip at this moment, his posture still casual, but the words he said were extremely arrogant: "Get lost."
Qiao Yazhen's body trembled, and before she could react, her body had already turned around.
When he realized what was happening, his face turned red. He wanted to go back and get back at them, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. In the end, he could only quicken his pace and leave, feeling very upset.
Xie Xihe withdrew his gaze.
He turned his head to look at the stunned Chen Mengyue on the other side, but his eyes shifted away in just a glance and fell on Zhou Wanrou who was walking quickly towards him.
He looked at her intently.
The next moment, a series of information emerged in my mind.
Xu Wanrou, 21, is one of the seed contestants on the show "Ancient Rhythm and Natural Beauty." She excels in calligraphy and classical dance. Having lost her father at a young age, she moved into the Zhou family after her mother remarried, taking the surname Zhou and changing her name to Zhou Wanrou.
Xie Xihe's eyes moved slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.
First she hired a marketing account to discredit her, and now she's trying to instigate Chen Mengyue to pick a fight with her the moment they meet. She had previously been unable to understand where this woman's hostility towards her came from, but now...
Xie Xihe glanced at the man who was striding towards them, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.
When Xie Xihe noticed Zhou Weijun, Zhou Wanrou naturally noticed it as well, and a deep hidden hatred flashed across her gentle eyes.
Suddenly, she quickened her pace and walked forward, pulling Chen Mengyue away while anxiously saying, "Xihe, don't be angry. Mengyue was just a little blunt and didn't mean any harm. You must not take her words to heart."
As he spoke, he pulled Xie Xihe's hand, his face full of concern: "And Sister Qiao, she is just thinking about your future, you..."
The words stopped abruptly here, and Zhou Wanrou's eyes showed horror. She looked at Xie Xihe in disbelief.
The next moment, she turned around and fell to the side uncontrollably.
At this moment, she was still holding Xie Xihe's hand...holding it tightly.
Xie Xihe felt a little amused when she saw the woman looking at her provocatively, so she decided to help her.
His eyes suddenly became sharp, Xie Xihe exerted force with his arms, and threw the man out with his backhand.
Then everyone was surprised to see that Zhou Wanrou, who was originally falling to the right, suddenly changed direction the next moment and flew to the left uncontrollably.
After a dull thud, Zhou Wanrou fell heavily to the ground.
Although the floor of the banquet hall was covered with thick carpets, Xie Xihe's blow was so powerful that Zhou Wanrou fell hard, feeling as if her whole body was falling apart.
But she came to her senses in the next second, and a calculating glint flashed in her lowered eyes.
Although she didn't know what had driven Xie Xihe crazy to do this, as long as things developed as she expected, everything else could be ignored for the time being...
Zhou Wanrou looked at her slightly red ankles, and a fierce look flashed across her eyes.
While everyone was still in a daze, she pressed her injured ankle hard again. After a burst of excruciating pain, the ankle, which was only slightly red, swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She sobbed softly.
The stunned crowd finally came to their senses. Chen Mengyue and Zhou Weijun were the first to rush to Zhou Wanrou. When they saw the girl's swollen ankle, their faces changed.
Zhou Weijun reached out to press Zhou Wanrou's ankle and said in a deep voice, "How do you feel? Are you injured anywhere else? Do you want to call an ambulance?"
Zhou Wanrou was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. After a while, she finally shouted in a hoarse voice, "Brother Weijun..."
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It took me more than three hours to write one chapter. I am so desperate.
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