Feng Jingjing looked numbly at everything on the street. A gust of cold wind blew by, lifting her long hair. The biting cold wind hit her face, but it couldn’t take away the burning sensation on her cheeks. Her heart was colder than the wind.
Feng Jingjing didn’t drive but walked on the bustling street. She walked until she was tired and then saw a bar nearby and went inside.
The bar was full of flashing lights and lustrous hues, a scene of drunken revelry. Young men and women twisted their waists to the explosive music, the lights casting various shapes on their faces.
The handsome bartender performed various difficult tricks casually in front of the wine rack, attracting a lot of young girls to stop and watch.
Feng Jingjing went to a quiet corner, ordered two bottles of wine, and drank them down like water, with her father’s words echoing in her ears.
She drank down a bottle of red wine in less than half an hour. At this moment, someone came over to hit on her.
A place like a bar was naturally full of people looking for a romantic adventure. Moreover, Feng Jingjing dressed well and was a single woman. Even sitting in a corner, she was quite conspicuous.
Feng Jingjing had no mind to deal with these people. She just wanted to drink and dispel the annoyance in her heart.
Hearing someone talking, she didn’t even glance, turned away, and continued to drink by herself.
The man saw that Feng Jingjing didn’t speak and wasn’t angry. He continued, "Beauty, drinking alone is no fun. Have a few drinks with me, my treat today."
Feng Jingjing had already drunk more than a bottle by now, and the alcohol was going to her head. Hearing the man chattering nonstop, she finally raised her eyebrow and looked over, speaking in a somewhat drunken tone, "Get lost. I, Feng Jingjing, don’t rely on anyone."
Feng Jingjing was full of resentment today. How could her tone be good? This sentence was precisely what she felt in her heart now.
But the man didn’t take it that way.
"What the hell, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
The man was about to take action when two other men appeared behind him.
"Gang, what’s going on?" A slightly fat man reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"Brother Qu, it’s nothing. I just saw this little lady lonely and thought I’d have a drink with her, but she’s quite a spicy one."
The slightly fat man looked at Feng Jingjing too when he heard his words, but his pupils suddenly contracted as he recognized her.
"Brother Qu, you know this little lady?" the man asked.
At this moment, Fatty Qu’s cheeks twitched twice with the muscles shaking.
Know her? More than just know her?
Back at Old Mr. Lin’s birthday banquet, Feng Jingjing got him to drink the wine she handed over, leading him to lose control.
The banquet hadn’t even ended when he couldn’t wait and dragged the woman beside him somewhere to vent, only to be caught by the guests.
At that time, all the guests were from the same circle. That incident, although people didn’t say anything on the surface out of respect for the Qu Family, those pointing fingers behind his back, how could he not know?
He did like Feng Jingjing, or he wouldn’t have easily drunk the wine she offered.
He thought the woman had come to her senses but didn’t expect to be set up by her. Not only himself, but if there hadn’t been an accident, it would have also involved Young Master Mu’s little girlfriend.
Although Fatty Qu was fat, he wasn’t stupid. After so many years in the business world, what hadn’t he experienced?
But he never expected to stumble in this woman’s hands.
If he hadn’t reacted quickly and had some luck, as long as he had made contact with Young Master Mu’s little girlfriend, his entire Qu Family might have been implicated.