A few days later.
Sheng Chang'an's company is going to hold a spring fashion week.
During those days, Rong Shang was so busy at the company that she couldn't tell day from night.
Occasionally, he would stop for a few minutes, either to answer calls from reporters or to be gossiped about by his staff.
For example, something like, "Mr. Sheng, I heard that there are wolves at the Feng family's 70th anniversary celebration. Is that true?"
"That's terrifying."
Furthermore, "I heard that at least a hundred people died that night..."
Rong Chang didn't want to answer any of the questions.
It was 7 p.m.
The fashion week was held in a small square in the imperial city.
No fewer than five hundred people entered the venue to watch at the time.
That's not a small scale, to put it simply.
But when Rong Shang entered, she saw Feng Jue had arrived.
She frowned instinctively, wondering what he wanted.
During her break, she deliberately sat next to the man.
He was wearing sunglasses at the time.
When Rong Shang looked at her, she felt the intense gaze from the other person.
She pursed her lips and smiled slightly.
I moved closer, when the music with a very strong rhythm started playing from time to time.
Rong Shang asked him, "Did you come to see me, Lord?"
The man glanced at her but didn't say anything.
Turn around and look at the runway in front of you.
Surprisingly, one of the models was someone she knew.
Youhua!
With that one glance, Rong Shang already frowned.
I wondered what kind of models this assistant had found.
Just like the one Yu drew, the model?
OK.
She actually looks quite professional walking the runway.
Rong Chang tolerated it.
That's right, when I talk about it later, I can't help but feel a little sour.
"So, Lord Duke came to see Miss You. Chang'an was overthinking it."
It was clearly just a casual self-deprecating remark.
Surprisingly, I actually received a reply from a man.
"Yeah, you're overthinking it."
However, that's what they say.
Later, when Fashion Week came to a close.
Rong Shang prepared to go backstage to tidy up.
As soon as she stood up, Feng Jue grabbed her arm.
When I turned around, he had already leaned down and moved closer.
As he spoke, his warm breath sprayed over me.
It has a slightly fragrant smell.
"I'll wait for you outside."
After he finished speaking, he walked away.
Rong Shang raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"
*
11 o'clock.
Rong Shang walked out from inside, wearing a shirt dress.
She didn't deliberately look for Feng Jue's car at the time.
She even wanted to go back on her own.
But as a car approached from the front, it suddenly beeped twice.
Rong Chang looked over.
He saw Feng Jue sitting in a luxury car.
A hint of wickedness lingered in the corner of his eye as he cast his deep gaze in this direction.
Rong Shang exchanged a glance with him and stepped forward.
Bang!
The car door slammed shut.
Rong Shang had just sat down and hadn't even said a word yet.
He has already told the driver to drive.
He raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
Rong Shang reached out and grabbed him.
Where to?
"Go wherever you want to go."
"Huh?" What the heck?
No matter how much she pestered him, Feng Jue remained silent.
A dozen minutes later, the car stopped in front of the hotel.
Rong Shang got out of the car behind him.
I looked up and saw the hotel in front of me.
She was completely bewildered.
The place she wants to go = a hotel?
Seriously?
Lost in thought, the man turned around from the front.
He looked at her and asked, "Do you have your ID card with you?"
One sentence immediately brought the words "booking a hotel room" to her mind.
Rong Chang chuckled twice.
"No."
"Oh, that's alright, I own this hotel anyway."
"..."
That's insane!
at night.
Rong Shang was inexplicably brought to the hotel by Feng Jue.
She followed him inside as soon as the door to the luxury suite opened.
Feng Jue was already pouring the red wine with practiced ease.
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