Qin Sixue looked at the man in front of her, his anger evident. Her face instantly went pale.
Xi Nanfeng finished speaking, forcefully pushed the woman leaning against him away, and strode toward the edge of the crowd.
The journalists present stared at Xi Nanfeng leaving in a huff, momentarily unable to react.
Just a moment ago, the two were so sweet and affectionate—how did things turn sour so suddenly?
Qin Sixue stood still, biting her dark purple lips, and forcefully suppressed the immense disappointment in her heart.
In the next second, she suddenly turned around and chased after Xi Nanfeng in the direction he had disappeared: "Brother Nanfeng, wait for me!"
The media reporters, distracted by this dramatic turn in Xi Nanfeng and Qin Sixue’s story, had long forgotten about their plan to "catch Ji Wei in the act." Seeing the two run off, they grabbed their cameras and hurriedly chased after them.
Listening to the noise outside gradually recede, eventually giving way to silence, Ji Wei—who had been standing behind the door—finally let out a sigh of relief.
She had vaguely caught a hint of Qin Sixue’s voice earlier.
The woman called out "Brother Nanfeng" in a crisp and sweet tone, sounding oddly pleasing to the ears.
So that was the Miss Qin Gu Moqian had mentioned earlier? She seemed to be quite an interesting character.
Ji Wei didn’t hesitate anymore and pulled open the door, heading down the corridor to the second-floor banquet hall of the cruise ship.
By now, the scene in the banquet hall had completely shifted—cheerful tunes replaced with the prelude of a graceful waltz, signaling the impending start of a ballroom dance.
Using such occasions to dance, network, and connect with elite figures in the business world was an ideal strategy.
By the dance floor, numerous socialites were eager to try their luck, their gazes fixed on the men they admired.
Gu Moqian didn’t stand in the center of the dance floor. To deliberately avoid the fervent gazes directed his way, he turned around and moved toward the edges of the room.
Although everyone knew Gu Moqian had brought a female companion tonight, there were still a few determined socialites trailing him, hoping to invite him to dance.
"Mr. Gu, I’m President Chen’s daughter. May I invite you for a dance..."
Before Miss Chen could finish her sentence, Gu Moqian interrupted her indifferently, "Sorry, I have a partner."
With that, he kept walking.
Miss Chen had admired Gu Moqian for a long time but rarely had the opportunity to get so close to him. So, even though she was coldly rejected, she stubbornly pressed on, "Your partner isn’t currently by your side, Mr. Gu. Just one dance with me—surely it won’t hurt? My father’s company is also seeking collaboration with the Gu Family soon; wouldn’t Mr. Gu benefit from gaining another partner?"
"The Chen Family handles mining and transportation—it has no overlap with Gu Family’s operations. Miss Chen, there’s nothing more to discuss."
Gu Moqian had already reached a nearby bar and reached out to grab a glass of pale yellow champagne. Unexpectedly, Miss Chen abruptly extended her hand, attempting to grasp his wrist: "Mr. Gu, can’t you reconsider? Whatever that Miss Ji has, I have as well. I can stay by your side too..."
Gu Moqian’s brows furrowed coldly. He moved his arm, trying to avoid her touch, but at that moment, a slender, fair hand suddenly intervened, blocking his arm and firmly swiping away Miss Chen’s hand.
"Miss Chen has a decent appearance, so why is she so afraid of being unwanted? To the point of seducing a married man,"
Ji Wei’s voice rang out steadily, her bright, piercing gaze fixed on Miss Chen, sending an uncomfortable shiver down the other woman’s spine.