Noticing Lin Qian's approach, Lu Jingchen frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. Clearly, he did not recognize the woman in front of him.
"Mr. Lu, hello, I am Lin Qian." Lin Qian walked up to Lu Jingchen, extended her fair hand, and spoke softly, yet with an undeniable confidence.
Lu Jingchen looked at Lin Qian before him, a barely perceptible tremor flashing in his eyes. Her face bore such a striking resemblance to the long-buried shadow in his heart—his unforgettable white moonlight, the eternal pain within him.
The moment Lin Qian appeared before him, time seemed to stand still. His breath hitched slightly, and a complex mix of emotions welled up within him—surprise, sadness, nostalgia, and a touch of disbelief.
His gaze was fixed on Lin Qian, as if trying to etch every detail of her into his heart. In that instant, he seemed to see through Lin Qian the lover who had once been by his side. Every smile and frown of hers overlapped with the white moonlight in his memory, causing him to involuntarily sink into reminiscence.
However, reason quickly pulled him back to reality. He knew that the woman in front of him was not her, but just a stranger who looked similar. Nevertheless, his heart couldn't help but flutter.
He looked at Lin Qian and thought to himself, "Why does this woman look so much like her? Is it a coincidence, or is there another purpose?" His eyes were filled with vigilance and inquiry, trying to find the answer in Lin Qian.
At the same time, he couldn't resist that familiar feeling. Lin Qian's appearance was like a ray of light shining into the long-sealed depths of his heart. His heart was filled with contradictions, unsure how to face this suddenly appearing "similar person."
Lu Jingchen's Adam's apple bobbed. He reached out and his fingertips touched Lin Qian's soft palm. A tingling, electric sensation instantly spread throughout his body. As if possessed, he grasped her hand and said softly, "Miss Lin, it's a pleasure to meet you."
His voice was deep and magnetic, possessing an irresistible allure. Lin Qian, however, calmly withdrew her hand, a playful smile curving her lips: "President Lu, I've heard so much about you."
Hiding in the system space, 003 watched the scene unfold before him, excitedly rubbing his non-existent hands together: "Wow, host, this man seems quite interested in you! Looks like our revenge plan can begin ahead of schedule!"
Lin Qian silently replied in her mind, "Don't make a fuss," and then turned her attention back to Lu Jingchen.
Lu Jingchen observed Lin Qian discreetly, trying to find a flaw in her every move. However, Lin Qian's performance was flawless, elegant and proper, showing no trace of deliberate imitation.
"Miss Lin, you look absolutely radiant tonight. Would you do me the honor of having a drink with me?" Lu Jingchen subtly concealed his inner turmoil as he raised his champagne glass to Lin Qian.
"Mr. Lu, you're too kind." Lin Qian accepted the champagne from the waiter, gently swirling the liquid in her glass, but her gaze passed over Lu Jingchen and landed on a woman not far away.
The woman, dressed in a red gown, stood out like a burning flame in the crowd. Her exquisite makeup and shapely figure exuded confidence and charm. Surrounded by a group of men, she smiled radiantly, handling their compliments with ease, yet her gaze remained subtly fixed on Lu Jingchen.
"Host, do you see that woman? She's our target this time, Shen Mengyao." 003's voice rang in Lin Qian's mind, trembling with excitement. "How about it, isn't it quite a challenge?"
Lin Qian ignored 003's incessant chatter, simply taking a sip of champagne, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. Shen Mengyao, Lu Jingchen's fiancée, was also the culprit who caused the death of the original Lin Qian.
"System, retrieve Shen Mengyao's information," Lin Qian instructed 003 in her mind.
003 immediately projected Shen Mengyao's information into Lin Qian's mind: Shen Mengyao, 23 years old, from a prestigious family, is a well-known socialite in the city's socialite circle. She is scheming and ruthless. In order to get Lu Jingchen, she did everything she could to frame the original owner, ultimately driving the original owner to the brink of despair.
"Heh, she really is a femme fatale." Lin Qian looked at Shen Mengyao's file, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
"Host, what do you plan to do? Should I teach her a lesson right now?" 003 asked eagerly.
"No rush, take your time. I want to see how long she can keep up her arrogance." A sly glint flashed in Lin Qian's eyes, as if she had already foreseen Shen Mengyao's tragic end.
Lu Jingchen followed Lin Qian's gaze and naturally saw Shen Mengyao not far away. He frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
"What, Miss Lin, do you know Mengyao?" Lu Jingchen withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Lin Qian, and asked with a hint of inquiry in his tone.
"Mr. Lu, you're too kind. How could I possibly know Miss Shen? I just thought she looked exceptionally beautiful tonight, and I couldn't help but steal a few glances." Lin Qian smiled sweetly, her tone carrying just the right amount of shyness, leaving no room for doubt.
"Really?" Lu Jingchen clearly didn't believe Lin Qian's explanation, but he didn't press her further. He just gave her a meaningful look, then picked up his glass and downed the champagne in one gulp.
"Mr. Lu, you've arrived." At this moment, Shen Mengyao shook off the swarms of admirers around her, holding a wine glass, and walked gracefully towards Lu Jingchen with a charming smile on her face.
"Hmm," Lu Jingchen responded indifferently, showing little enthusiasm.
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