Gu Qimiao nodded immediately upon hearing this, finally able to leave this oppressive place.
She had just walked away when a few women turned the topic back to her. A woman in a low-cut dress asked Lu Qianwen, "Is she really your friend?"
The kind smile on Lu Qianwen’s face was replaced with a sneer as she took a small sip of red wine and answered, "Do you think she looks like one?"
The woman looked understanding: "I was wondering how you could be friends with such a young girl."
Lu Qianwen pulled out her phone and said, "She’s only here because she has some connection to Yanchen."
"A connection? What kind of connection?"
"Hah! What kind of connection could it be? A student, with branded items all over her. Didn’t you recognize her dress? It’s an exclusive piece by the Jiangnan Embroidery Master! And that hair clip, it was from an auction. If she’s not a little [mistress], how could she afford all this?"
"She looks so innocent. She’s definitely not simple."
Lu Qianwen said nothing for a moment, then put the phone to her ear and said, "Brother, in the food section downstairs, she’s the one you’re looking for."
She hung up and told those women, "She’s the runaway bride from my brother’s wedding."
"What?! It’s her?! Then why are you still being so friendly with her?"
Lu Qianwen chuckled, "There’s a woman like her around Shen Yanchen, so I have to figure out what attracts him to her. Besides, she might become my sister-in-law someday, so it’s better not to make things too awkward."
"Why did your brother fall for a woman like her? Our Nan Nan is a hundred times better! Right, Nan Nan?"
Lu Qianwen just faintly curled her lips, then turned her head to look towards the food section, watching as Lu Jinxiu strode over.
Gu Qimiao returned to her seat, picking up Shen Yanchen’s coat. She intended to grab her phone and call Fang Shaobei to prevent him from not finding her, but then she realized her phone was in the coat and both were left in the car.
The light was blocked by something. Upon hearing the voice and the name, Gu Qimiao turned around in terror to see Lu Jinxiu. She instinctively stepped back.
Lu Jinxiu’s eyes were pained by her reaction. He frowned slightly, reaching out to grab her, but she retreated several steps in fright until she was pinned against the wall, trapped between the table and the sofa with nowhere to go.
Lu Jinxiu stepped forward, and Gu Qimiao clutched the coat tightly. As he approached, she hurriedly said, "I’m not Yinyin! Stop looking for me!"
Lu Jinxiu’s face darkened, his silhouette looming over her. He gazed down at her and asked, "Do you really not remember, or are you saying this because you don’t want to forgive me?"
Gu Qimiao pressed herself tightly against the wall, trying to explain to clear up the misunderstanding: "I really don’t know you. I’ve always lived in Italy! I’ve been there since I was five!"
Lu Jinxiu was unmoved, his eyes fixed intensely on her: "You may not remember me, but I haven’t forgotten you. If you don’t remember, then let’s get to know each other again."
Not knowing what had happened between him and this Yinyin to cause such deep feelings, but feeling troubled by the misplaced emotions, Gu Qimiao frowned and insisted, "I really haven’t seen you before..."
He suddenly lowered his head and grabbed one of her hands. Gu Qimiao resisted, pulling her arm back, but he only drew closer, pulling her hand towards him, placing it on his other hand...