Chapter 515 Are you asleep?
Passing through the banquet hall filled with elegant ladies, Fang Li walked on the soft carpet into the depths of the corridor.
The further you go in, the more the noise seems to be filtered by invisible barriers, and in the end, only the soft sound of your heels tapping on the ground remains, echoing faintly in the empty corridor.
The Xu family's banquet is a rare event in Haicheng, not to mention that it is almost impossible to meet or gather all the people who come to this banquet on ordinary days.
Everyone was trying their best to make the most of this banquet to meet more people and get some help for their business.
Therefore, the dozen or so lounges prepared by Xu in the back were like a secret place forgotten in the folds of time, and no one had ever set foot there.
The Xu family's exclusive VIP lounge is hidden in the very corner. If it weren't for the eye-catching gold-plated "Xu" on the doorplate, one would almost ignore this pearwood door that blends seamlessly into the wall.
When the heavy door was pushed open, the hinges turned almost silently, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility here.
What hit her face was a mixture of fir wood and white tea fragrance, which was clear with a hint of warmth, and instantly soothed the irritability between Fang Li's brows.
The lounge was surprisingly large, three times the size of an ordinary living room. The marble floor was mirror-clear, reflecting the myriad points of light from the crystal chandelier, as if the entire starry sky had been crushed onto the ground.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the dark night, and the heavy velvet curtains were drawn, leaving only a thin gap for ventilation, isolating all the noise from the outside world.
Priceless Impressionist paintings hang on the walls of the room, and ornaments carved from whole pieces of agate stand in the corners. Even the green plants in the corners are rare Jacarandas, with tiny water droplets left by artificial spray condensed on the leaves, as if they had just been transplanted from the tropical rainforest.
The long dining table was covered with an ivory tablecloth, the tassels hanging down the edge gently sweeping the floor.
The candles in the silver candlesticks had not yet been lit, but they were neatly trimmed. Next to them was a row of crystal glasses, from champagne glasses to whiskey glasses, and even bone china cups for drinking warm water were ready.
In the gilded trays of the cold food area, oysters glow with a lustrous luster, smoked salmon is rolled into delicate flower shapes, and macarons of various colors look like overturned palettes.
The Burgundy red wine in the ice bucket has the year on the label enough to attract collectors' attention, while the purified water in the water dispenser next to it is kept at a palatable temperature.
Fang Li took a quick look around, poured herself a glass of warm water as she passed the bar, and then walked to the sofa by the window.
The sofa was wide enough to completely wrap around a person, and its texture was as delicate as flowing clouds. When she sank into it, the springs made an almost inaudible sound, and then steadily supported her body.
My back was gently supported, and my aching lower back finally got a moment of relief.
Fang Li leaned her head back on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.
Outside the window is the shadow of the hotel's back garden, and further away is the blurred neon lights of the city, but it is so quiet here that I can hear my own heartbeat.
Perhaps it was too quiet, Fang Li's mind was quickly drawn to the man in the distance.
I don't know how his affairs are being handled?
The Han family's mining area has been managed by the fourth master of the Han family for half his life. No one knows how many people still have the real surname Han.
Fang Li had heard a lot of rumors about that land, and she could guess how dangerous Han Xi's trip would be.
Those old men who are loyal to Han Shuo are respectful to Han Xi, the helmsman of the Han family, on the surface, but they may be plotting something behind the scenes.
Han Shuo was not there, so Han Xi rushed in alone, just like stepping into a deep sea full of reefs.
Fang Li curled up her fingers and dug her nails deep into her palms.
The cell phone in my bag was pressing against my thigh, like a hot iron.
When she took it out, the screen reflected the anxiety in her eyes.
The dialog box still stayed on the previous sentence "Take care of yourself". She typed it and deleted it, deleted it and typed it again.
"Are we there yet?"
It's been so long, it must be here.
Fang Li frowned and deleted each word, then retyped it.
"be safe......"
She paused slightly. Wasn't it too straightforward?
It was like reminding him that he was in danger. Wouldn't it be bad if someone around saw it?
She hit the delete key again to delete everything.
Looking at the still blank input box, she thought, how about sending an emoticon?
But after opening the list of emoticons and looking through them for a long time, she found that no emoticon could express the emotions that were surging in her at the moment.
With her fingertips hovering over the send button, Fang Li could hear her own breathing echoing in the empty room.
I couldn’t help but wonder, would sending it out cause him trouble?
What if he is dealing with those old foxes, and his cell phone rings, wouldn’t that give the other party a handle?
But if I don’t send it, my heart, which is stuck in my throat, may not fall back down all night.
Finally, she pressed send with her eyes closed, with only three words: "Are you asleep?"
When the notification of successful sending popped up, Fang Li suddenly covered her chest with her hands, her heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to break her ribs.
She stared at the screen for three seconds, then slammed the phone upside down on her knees, as if this could prevent the unknown from happening.
The gilded patterns on the sofa armrests pricked my arms, but the cold touch couldn't suppress the trembling of my fingertips.
At the same time, in the restaurant of the management building of the Mamba Mine, the light of the incandescent lamps shone palely on everyone's face.
At the end of the long dining table, Han Xi's silver fork lightly touched the porcelain plate, and the crisp sound made the mine manager opposite him twitch his Adam's apple.
A red silk scroll with the words "Welcome Young Master" was hung on the wall of the restaurant, but the smell of gunpowder in the air was even more pungent than the smell of sulfur in the mining area.
Deputy Mine Manager Zhang, who was sitting to his left, had just put down his glass. The bottom of the glass hit the table with a subtle test of force. "It's almost Chinese New Year, and the young director came so unexpectedly at this time without any prior notice. We haven't been able to prepare properly. I hope you won't mind if it's a little simple."
As soon as he finished speaking, the security director on his right immediately responded, "Yes, the Fourth Master is not here, and we are clumsy. If there is any inadequacy in the hospitality, please forgive us, Young Master."
He said this humbly, but the scrutiny in his eyes was like a poisoned needle.
Han Shuo has been running the mining area for so many years that these people have long regarded this place as their own territory.
They looked at Han Xi as if they were sizing up a strange beast that had intruded into their territory, and every word they spoke was wrapped in a probing hook, trying to hook out the purpose of his visit.
Han Xi picked up the teacup and touched the bone china cup rim to his lips. His movements were so elegant that they were out of tune with the rough environment around him.
"It's okay, everyone is welcome to do as they please. I just came over to take a look on a whim."
His voice was low, but it carried a force that pierced through people's hearts. "Father always said that Mamba is the foundation of the Han family. As a son, I should come and see it for myself."
He only brought two people with him, the gentle and refined Deng Xiulin, and the young and immature Jiang Bei, who did not look threatening at all.
The two of them were sitting at the end of the dining table, eating intermittently, seemingly unaware of the subtle atmosphere at the table.
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