Jingmin was called away by Old Master Chu's men...
The person emerged from the shadows, dressed in a black Chinese-style suit, exuding nobility and elegance.
The black, lustrous satin fabric shimmered with a mysterious glow under the light, like twinkling stars in the night.
Chu Wuyang turned around, holding the champagne, and met the man's dark eyes.
"Young Master Zhou?"
Realizing that he was already engaged to Chu Huiqing, and that calling him that was inappropriate, she changed her address to "brother-in-law".
Zhou Heng pursed his lips, a strange glint in his eyes, but he did not agree.
"Sixth Miss, why are you here alone? Why don't you come inside to watch the show and dance?"
The room was brightly lit, there were popular celebrities performing, and a dance party was going on – a scene of revelry and celebration.
Chu Wuyang followed his gaze and shook her head. "It's too noisy. It's quiet here."
"Oh right, I haven't congratulated you yet. You're the star of the show today, so why are you drinking alone outside? Where's your second sister?"
Unlike Chu Yao, who is also a protagonist, he was so busy with social engagements that he couldn't spare a moment to himself.
She had just called Ahe, but thankfully Chuyao made a wise choice in this situation and only made a phone call.
Besides, Grandpa isn't one to be trifled with. Ruan Xi left on conditions, and now that the agreement has been broken, especially in this kind of situation, Grandpa won't just stand by and do nothing.
However, this was all predicated on having the best doctors forcibly take him into the operating room. The grandfather, who had been in power his entire life, was played like this by Ruan Xi.
This matter is unlikely to end well.
No wonder Jing Min looked so confident, saying things like "believe it or not."
"Thank you. Huiqing just said a friend was coming over and she'd be leaving for a bit. I'll wait for her here."
Zhou Heng, also holding a glass of wine, replied with a gentle smile.
Chu Wuyang turned her head to meet his gaze. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but both times she looked at this young master Zhou, it was the same – despite his gentle and humble demeanor.
But that faint smile seemed to hold an indescribable illusion, as unfathomable as a wisp of smoke.
This feeling made her uncomfortable, and she was about to ask for an excuse to leave.
Coincidentally, the phone rang again. She moved her lips, but no sound came out.
His gaze shifted downwards, a look of embarrassment appearing on his face.
The phone rang several times, but Zhou Heng only glanced at it the first time, frowned slightly, and didn't answer.
The rest made no sense at all.
In the moderately lit rest area, the soft glow of the landscape lights gently illuminates the surrounding environment, allowing one to vaguely discern details.
The bell rang urgently and incessantly.
This time, the sound of relentless activity immediately resumed, as if they wouldn't give up.
Chu Wuyang could sense the anxiety on the other end of the phone, but Zhou Heng seemed completely oblivious, remaining calm and composed.
He even gave her a warm smile when she looked over.
Chu Wuyang, feeling embarrassed and slightly awkward, stood up and pointed to the phone he had placed to the side, saying:
"It must be something urgent I need to talk to you about. I have to go now, you get back to your work! Goodbye." With that, she turned to leave.
However, as soon as he took a step, he tripped over something and fell onto the sofa.
I couldn't help but sigh. These are truly troublesome times; I've just gotten injured again.
"Are you alright? Let me help you."
Zhou Heng squatted down and gently lifted her long skirt, preparing to examine her calves.
Chu Wuyang flinched, feeling a deep-seated repulsion.
"Let me see, it looks like there's blood."
Zhou Heng stopped and explained, "The bloodstains stained the hem of my skirt."
Chu Wuyang stretched out her legs, and he examined them closely.
Where is the blood coming from?
Chu Wuyang asked, but when he didn't answer and kept staring at the back of her calves, she froze. With a little difficulty, she turned around to look.
"What's the matter?"
"How did the tattoo disappear all of a sudden?" Zhou Heng murmured softly.
Chu Wuyang asked doubtfully, "What tattoo?"
Zhou Heng looked up, shook his head, closed his eyes, and then looked down again to confirm.
It seems there really isn't a tattoo, but he clearly just saw a white camellia tattoo.
He vanished in a flash; was he hallucinating because he was drunk?
But he was clearly fully conscious.
"Did you get an invisible tattoo here? A pigeon blood invisible tattoo?"
He persisted, trying to confirm, and quickly searched his memory for any possibilities.
It's possible that the alcohol caused the invisible tattoo to become visible.
Chu Wuyang tilted her head, looking puzzled.
"Are you drunk? I don't quite understand what you mean. I don't have any tattoos, nor do I have any invisible tattoos," she emphasized.
She doesn't have any tattoos, but she does have a small butterfly-shaped birthmark.
She had looked in the mirror and pointed to the birthmark, saying...
"You're mistaken, it's a birthmark," and it's very light in color.
Zhou Heng stepped back and, using the light, confirmed it was indeed a birthmark. He chuckled and shook his head.
"He was really drunk, he must have misread it."
Chu Wuyang looked suspicious. Why was Young Master Zhou acting so strangely?
Zhou Heng took out his handkerchief and helped Chu Wuyang wipe away the blood. It wasn't a big deal; it was just a minor scrape, and the bleeding stopped quickly.
Then she was asked to stand up and walk a few steps to confirm that she was indeed alright.
Chu Wuyang thanked him, and somewhat apologetically pointed to his handkerchief.
"Thanks, please take this one and throw it away! I'll return a new one to you later."
Zhou Heng was still a little stunned, and upon hearing her words, he immediately withdrew his hand.
Chu Wuyang's reaction was, "Hmm?"
Zhou Heng chuckled and explained, "It's nothing, just a small favor. I'll just throw it away myself later."
After saying that, he seemed to remember something and reminded her, "Is your leg alright? Didn't you just say you had to leave?"
Chu Wuyang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll go now. Thank you."
Zhou Heng smiled and nodded.
Until that beautiful figure disappeared from sight,
He then lowered his head and unfolded the handkerchief in his hand. It was made of dark blue silk, and a few drops of blood had dried, leaving brown stains.
He seemed lost in thought, then carefully folded the bag and put it away.
He then shifted his gaze to the sofa beside him, picked up the wine glass he had just put down, and sat down.
Her long, slender legs stretched out naturally, subtly kicking away the pebbles that had rolled to the foot of the sofa.
My hand caressed the glass, enjoying its cool, smooth texture. I gently swirled the red wine in my hand and savored it.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, sharp and deep, deep in thought…
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