Suddenly, a crisp ringtone broke the quietness of the office. Qingyao was slightly startled, then she took out her phone from her pocket and saw that it was Qi Yue's call on the screen. She gently swiped the screen, put the phone close to her ear, and asked in a calm tone, "What's the matter?"
On the other end of the phone, Qi Yue's voice was a little drunk and pleading: "Ayao, can you come to the 999 bar to pick me up?"
Qingyao frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, she replied briefly, "In half an hour."
Qi Yue seemed to have been pardoned and was obviously relieved. He whispered "thank you" on the phone.
Qingyao ended the call, her beautiful eyes turning to Lan Yuan, until she leaned close to his ear. Her red lips parted, her breath sweet as orchid, and she whispered in his ear, "Oh! There's a long way to go!" Then, with a touch of intimacy and provocation, she gently raised her hand and patted Lan Yuan's cheek twice.
Immediately, Qingyao turned around and took elegant steps, with a graceful figure, like a fragrant orchid swaying quietly after blooming. Each step seemed to be in an invisible rhythm. The hem of her skirt swayed lightly, and the fragrance was faint in the air. She left the office in such a swaying manner.
Qingyao walked out of the office gracefully. The crisp sound of her high heels touching the ground echoed in the empty corridor. She walked straight to the elevator, ignoring the surprised looks from the security personnel.
It was not until her figure disappeared in the elevator that the employees in the building woke up from their dream and were shocked. They looked at each other in shock and confusion. No one had noticed when Qingyao had quietly sneaked into the president's office before.
The security personnel rushed downstairs to wait for Qingyao, and the noisy voices and footsteps intertwined in the building.
Qingyao just walked out of the elevator, lowered her eyes slightly, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand slightly, and her fingertips trembled slightly, as if a faint light was visible.
In an instant, the crowd that had swarmed in saw nothing but white before their eyes, and they all forgot what they were doing there and why they were downstairs in the company building. Qingyao left while everyone was in a daze.
Qingyao drove the red Porsche and came to the door of 999 Bar at lightning speed. As soon as the car stopped, she pushed open the door with a neat and elegant movement. She casually threw the car keys in her hand to the doorman, with an innate arrogance and indifference in her eyes, as if everything around her was not in her eyes.
At this time, a waiter had already been waiting respectfully by the side. Seeing Qingyao get off the car, he hurriedly bent down and led the way, "This way, ma'am."
Qingyao nodded slightly and followed the waiter into the bar with light steps. The lights in the bar were dim, the music was deafening, and people of all kinds were twisting their bodies on the dance floor. However, Qingyao looked straight ahead with a stern expression. Under the guidance of the waiter, she walked straight to box 666.
Qingyao moved lightly to the door of Box 666 and was about to push it open when she heard a commotion from inside. The voices were filled with a hint of drunkenness and playfulness, rising and falling one after another.
"Ayue, you lost this round. Then you and Qinghuan will kiss for three minutes. Everyone is looking forward to it. You were so sweet back then!" A voice, obviously drunk, shouted at the top of its lungs, its words full of exaggeration of the so-called "sweet past".
"That's right, don't worry about Qingyao. Maybe she is with some strange man now. How can she be as sincere to you as your ex-girlfriend!" Another voice added fuel to the fire, maliciously provoking the relationship between Qi Yue and Qingyao.
Qingyao stood at the door of the box like a sculpture, with no expression on her face, listening quietly.
At this moment, a soft and gentle female voice came from the box: "Hey, everyone, stop teasing A Yue. We have broken up. It would be bad if A Yue kissed me and my sister found out." This voice was like a rose with thorns. It seemed to be giving in, but in fact it was sharp. Every word was aimed at Qing Yao accurately.
Qi Yue's face instantly turned as dark as ink, his brows furrowed, and a trace of panic and anger flashed in his eyes. Without thinking too much, he suddenly reached out, picked up the glass full of liquor on the table, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.
The wine slid down the corner of his mouth and soaked his collar, but he seemed not to notice. He just said in a rough voice: "I'm done. Okay, next round."
After hearing Qi Yue's words, the other people in the box looked at each other in confusion. A few of the busybodies showed a hint of disappointment on their faces. The originally high-spirited atmosphere of booing was dampened a lot by Qi Yue's glass of wine.
A boy with dyed yellow hair curled his lips and muttered quietly, "How boring! I'm not going to play anymore." The fat guy next to him laughed, patted the yellow-haired guy on the shoulder and said, "Come on, you really want to see them get back together? Haven't you seen how amazing Qi Yue's current girlfriend is?"
A girl wearing a belly-baring top rolled her eyes and said coquettishly, "Qi Yue, you're such a spoiler! It's just a joke."
But a few people were more clever and noticed that the atmosphere was not right. They quickly tried to smooth things over. One of the boys wearing glasses said with a smile: "Come on, let's play something else next time. Don't keep dwelling on this."
Although everyone said this, their eyes still wandered to Qi Yue's face from time to time, and the air in the box was still filled with a subtle tension and awkwardness.
Qingyao slowly pushed open the door of the box. The slight sound of the door hinge turning was easily drowned out in the noisy box, but the moment she stepped in, it seemed as if she was carrying a cold air current.
Her face was covered with frost and snow, and her cold eyes swept over the crowd indifferently without a trace of emotional fluctuation, as if these people in front of her, whether excited or embarrassed, were just nameless stones on the roadside.
She walked straight towards Qi Yue, ignoring the various looks from the people around her. Her steps were steady and firm, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart, making the originally noisy box gradually quiet down, leaving only the deafening music still beating recklessly.
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