Wu Qi followed the gorgeously dressed crowd, her back straight and her high heels clicking, her heart brimming with self-satisfaction.
Unfortunately, her phone had been confiscated too.
Otherwise, attending such a private gathering with nobles, taking a photo to show off to the sisters in her circle and listen to their flattery—wouldn't that have been immensely satisfying?
The reception hall doors opened. Revelry had an arm around Er Jian's waist as he spoke softly.
"Mr. Qi, to celebrate the completion of our transaction, I specially arranged a small banquet for you."
Facing Qi Yuan, Revelry had resumed his courteous, gentlemanly demeanor, utterly unlike how he was outside.
At that moment, Wu Qi swiftly swept her gaze over the furnishings in the reception hall.
When she saw the various guns and weapons on the Gold Silk Chun Wood Table, her pupils abruptly contracted. After all, entertainers like them rarely came into contact with such real weapons.
Following Revelry's words, she also looked toward the depths of the reception hall.
Someone was seated there, seemingly fishing.
Wu Qi's eyes suddenly narrowed, because she found that back somewhat familiar.
Then, the young man turned around, revealing a bright and handsome face.
The moment she saw that face, Wu Qi's heart gave an uncontrollable leap.
Because that person... was her junior, Qi Yuan!
She suspected that she had seen wrong, or perhaps there were two people who looked alike. But with such an exceptionally attractive face, how could she possibly mistake it?
Yet when she thought of how the junior she had once somewhat looked down on had suddenly become a great figure who could toy with her however he wished—
An inexplicable sense of shame and indignation spread through her, making her pretty face burn.
Then an equally inexplicable thrill washed over her,