Qingyao witnessed the terrified, deathly pale expressions on everyone's faces. A sneer escaped her lips, a laugh that sliced through the heavy air like a sharp blade. "I'll give you a chance. You can seek help." Her voice was as cold as ice, like a judgment from a distant, icy land, and every word weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
At this moment, she was like a female Shura who controlled the chess game of life and death, elegant yet revealing deadly danger. Her condescending posture seemed to be overlooking a group of ants struggling for a glimmer of life, and she was waiting for the farce that was about to unfold with amusement and disdain.
Qi Yue's ex-girlfriend, weighed down by Qing Yao's words, which were as cold as frost and snow, struggled fiercely within. Her hands unconsciously clenched and unclenched at her sides, her chest rising and falling slightly, and her face shifted in a flurry, as if fear and unwillingness were battling fiercely within her. Finally, she gritted her teeth, summoned all her courage, and stood up.
There was a slight tremor in her voice, but she still pretended to be calm and said, "Why should we bet just because you say so? We won't bet." Although she tried to straighten her back, her slightly trembling legs and flickering eyes still revealed her inner cowardice, like a small animal that raised its hair in an attempt to show off in front of a powerful predator, seemingly brave, but actually vulnerable.
Hearing this, Qingyao slowly raised her head. Her gaze, a cold glint like a blade, scraped across Qi Yue's ex-girlfriend's body. Her red lips parted, and her voice, as cold as if emanating from the depths of an icy abyss, "I can bankrupt your family overnight and turn you into homeless people."
After she finished speaking, she slightly raised her slender wrist, the delicate watch flashing a cold light under the light, her eyes followed it down, and she said calmly: "If you gamble, you can live, if you don't gamble, you may die. I'll give you a minute to think about it." She exuded a chilling indifference, as if in her eyes, deciding the life and death, honor and disgrace of these people was just an ordinary matter, as if the gods were casually fiddling with the fate of mortals, and no doubt or resistance was allowed. This group of people would have to pay the price if they dared to talk about her behind her back.
Qi Yue stood there in a daze, his eyes fixed on Qingyao, his eyes full of shock and unfamiliarity. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was blocked by the complex emotions that were stuck in his throat.
At this moment, his thoughts surged like the tide, and every little detail of their past interactions emerged in his mind. The gentleness and tolerance that he once took for granted now turned into sharp blades, deeply hurting his heart.
Only then did he realize that he had been enjoying Qingyao's indulgence in an almost ignorant state, but had never truly entered her inner world.
The Qingyao in front of him, who exuded an aura of ruthlessness and ruthlessness, made him feel extremely unfamiliar and frightened. He knew very well that what happened tonight had touched Qingyao's bottom line. From her cold and ruthless eyes, he could not see a trace of her former softness, only a chilling determination.
Qi Yue's body seemed to have been drained of all its strength. He slowly staggered back a few steps, his back leaning heavily against the wall. His hands hung limply at his sides, his fingers trembling slightly, his eyes full of regret and self-blame.
His brows were furrowed tightly, forming deep wrinkles. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, yet he was oblivious. His lips moved constantly, trying to say something to atone for the loss, but only a few broken syllables emanated. "Ayao... I... was wrong..." The weak voice was easily swallowed by the tense atmosphere in the box.
Qingyao listened to Qi Yue's words expressionlessly, then clapped her slender hands. The crisp applause echoed in the silent private room, like a signal that the gears of fate were turning. Instantly, several well-trained waiters filed in, their postures erect and their faces stern, awaiting her instructions.
Qingyao's eyes were cold, as if she were looking at an insignificant stranger. She gently opened her red lips and said, "Send Young Master Qi back to the Qi family." Her mind was made up. While she wouldn't take any action against the Qi family, Qi Yue had completely lost the right to stay by her side. From the moment those people had wantonly framed her, and Qi Yue had remained silent, the bond between them had died quietly like a candle in the wind.
She would give Qi Yue some money as a token of gratitude for their companionship in the past. Apart from that, there was nothing else. In her world, once a relationship was broken, it was like a fallen porcelain. Even if it was once exquisite, now only debris remained on the ground and it could not be restored.
Everyone in the box felt as if their hearts sank into an ice cellar when they saw Qingyao's cold and decisive treatment of her boyfriend Qi Yue. They knew very well that Qingyao was not bluffing tonight.
For a moment, everyone frantically took out their mobile phones, swiped their fingers across the screen in panic, and dialed their home numbers.
Their voices were trembling with anxiety as they spoke incoherently to their families about the desperate situation before them. After hanging up the phone, they looked at Qingyao tremblingly, their foreheads covered in cold sweat, and stammered, "Ms. Qingyao, my family will be here soon. Please give me some time."
Qingyao's expression remained unchanged. She leaned back slightly, her long, inky hair sliding down the back of the sofa. She leaned lazily against the sofa, glanced at everyone with a cold look, and said softly with her thin lips: "Half an hour."
During the half-hour wait, the atmosphere in the box was like the calm before the storm, so depressing that it was hard to breathe.
Qingyao sat quietly on the sofa, like a cold statue, her eyes looking at her phone nonchalantly, as if she didn't care about anything.
Everyone was like ants on a hot pan, fidgeting restlessly. Some kept pacing in the box, and every step seemed to step on their own tense heartstrings; some slumped in their chairs, holding their heads in their hands, muttering to themselves, as if praying for God's protection; others stared at the door of the box, their eyes full of fear and expectation, hoping that the savior of the family would arrive soon, but also afraid to face Qingyao's next move.
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