When Bai Ruanruan returned to the entrance of the hall, she encountered a figure walking hurriedly from behind.
Wearing a dark blue suit, with a tall and slender figure, he was the future husband whom she had blinded.
Bai Ruanruan rolled her eyes and was about to continue walking inside when she was stopped by the bodyguard at the door.
"Sir, you cannot enter."
Why can't I go in?
Bai Ruanruan was somewhat annoyed when a servant stopped her.
"Do you even know who I am? How dare you stop me? Who do you think you are? Do you have a death wish?"
The burly bodyguard was tall and imposing, arms crossed, looking at him with disdain, not bothering to say a word more to him.
Bai Ruanruan felt insulted and wanted to slap him.
However, his overwhelming height and size made him hesitant to make a move.
He was just a weak and helpless innocent girl, and this bodyguard looked like he could be knocked away with a single punch.
The sound of a violin, accompanied by laughter, came from the direction of the door. Bai Ruanruan glanced at it jealously and pinched the powder in the transparent package in her pocket.
Xi Juan has already left; I wonder if he will ever return.
If Xi Juan doesn't return, then his medicine will have to be given to Huo Yuzhou.
But if Xi Juan really doesn't come back to save him, wouldn't he have no choice but to sleep with Huo Yuzhou?
Huo Yuzhou 1.93 meters tall, and he looks so fierce...
Bai Ruanruan blushed shyly, but quickly convinced herself.
Who told Xi Juan to be blind enough to pursue that imposter, and even dare to dig a pit for him because of that imposter? He deserves to go through the ordeal of chasing after his wife.
He was going to use his body to get revenge on Xi Juan, making him fall in love with him and then cry his heart out, filled with regret!
Moreover, he was confident—
After this night, Huo Yuzhou will definitely be even more infatuated with him and will never be able to leave him again!
The symphony playing inside had changed several times, Bai Ruanruan still hadn't found a chance to go inside.
The bodyguard stared at him with disdain, as if he were a thief.
Bai Ruanruan wanted to find an opportunity to go in with others, but only a few people came out occasionally, all of them unfamiliar faces, none of whom he recognized.
Bai Ruanruan waited anxiously, afraid of missing the party and disrupting his plans.
He repeatedly unlocked and turned his phone screen on and off. Finally, at some point, as if realizing something, he tapped on a contact he rarely messaged.
After carefully considering his tone, he sent a few words.
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The indoor lighting, with its balanced warm and cool tones, illuminated the ruby-red Canon glass.
The wine description states that it is still from 1999 Bordeaux, but for some reason, Qin Mubai found it difficult to taste the vanilla and mocha flavors.
The tannins on the tip of the tongue were still mild, but when they flowed down the throat, they were excessively bitter, leaving even the tip of the tongue feeling sour and astringent.
The people next to him were saying something, Qin Mubai overheard a few words. They were praising the Qin Family.
The Qin Family of S City once had a glorious past, just like any dynasty in history that experienced a period of glory, shining brightly at its peak, but inevitably heading downhill.
The decision to abandon the arranged marriage and have their only daughter marry into the Bai Family further pushed the Qin Family toward decline.
The Qin Family was well-off; even if they weren't as wealthy as in previous years, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse.
Otherwise, as the first child born from the Qin Family and Bai Family, and the eldest son on whom high hopes were placed, he wouldn't have been able to so easily take his mother's surname.
This was a gesture of goodwill from my father, and also a gift from my maternal grandfather.
At countless similar banquets, Bai Shao's two younger brothers were ignored, while his elder brother, surnamed Qin, was highly favored.
Everyone knows his surname is Qin, and he will inherit the Qin Family sooner or later.
His sharp eyes glanced several times toward the person in the main seat, but the light in his eyes dimmed with each glance.
The lines of her drooping arms tightened several times, making the bluish-purple veins particularly noticeable.
My mind is hazy, and a few words keep echoing in my head.
"He's going to sell me to that old lecher, who's even older than my father, so I'll go keep him company..."
"I only have a few dozen yuan on me, and the cheapest hotel costs fifty or sixty yuan a night. I don't even have money for food..."
"You're teaching me to be independent now? Where were you all this time?"
" Qin Mubai, I hate you!"
"You don't want me anymore either..."
The face in my mind had red-rimmed eyes and was crying uncontrollably.
Holding the wine glass, Qin Mubai's eyes were bloodshot, and his smooth, superior jawline taut with a restrained curve as he downed the bitter wine in one gulp.
Like those six months I spent abroad, every sleepless night was filled with layers of soot from cigarettes, and various bottles of liquor would spill into the curtains.
He would see that face in every dream, calling him in that coquettish tone, soft and sweet.
With tears welling up in her eyes, she pressed herself against his chest, hugged his waist in an unconventional way, and whispered her pleas to him.
The situation was even more filthy when he woke up; he washed the clothes, disgusted with himself.
He raised the child himself, taught him with care, gave him all his love and companionship, and watched him grow up and enter adulthood.
His Qingqing gave him all the respect and dependence he needed, but all he returned was unbearable pain.
Is this something he should have dreamt of?
He's worse than an animal; he should be executed by slow slicing.
He deserves to be torn to pieces.
But the distance he deliberately maintained couldn't make him forget him, and the psychologist he visited regularly couldn't help him.
Even the weekly MECT couldn't save him.
He despised himself after every sordid dream; he couldn't accept that the well-dressed man in the mirror was a despicable, shameless beast in human clothing.
His Qingqing is still young, only in her early twenties, but he is already quite old.
How should he face him?
He knows how to manage a company and how to build a brand; he can analyze consumer trends and handle competitive strategies.
But no one taught him what to do if he became so rebellious, or if he fell in love with someone he shouldn't.
His Qingqing life has just begun. Must he live forever under the scrutiny of others, ruined by ambiguous and scandalous rumors, all for his own selfish desires?
News from within the country was circulating frequently, and he watched the video over and over again, seeing that he had fought with that Bai Ruanruan again.
He was very powerful, like a triumphant young general, and beat Bai Ruanruan until she cried her eyes out.
Until the Bai Family called, implying that they wanted to kick Nan Qing out of their home.
On the other side of the ocean, Qin Mubai gripped his phone tightly, his lips pressed together.
if,
If his Qingqing can truly sever ties with the Bai Family...
His phone on the table buzzed a few times, a new message popping up, bringing him back to reality.
"Brother, I have something to tell you about Nan Qing. Is it convenient for you?"