Hua Xiaomo and Qi Longbing sat opposite each other. This setting was different from their "Paris Rainy Night." The place was exceptionally quiet, not particularly lit by candles, yet the cascade of stars filling the hall immersed them in an ocean of night sky.
"This place... it suddenly reminds me of another place," Hua Xiaomo murmured involuntarily.
There were stars in the sky and stars on the ground; it was as if they were dining in the universe itself.
Qi Longbing flashed a perfect smile. "I specially brought you here to relive that initial feeling."
Hua Xiaomo looked at him. She could see herself reflected in the depths of his eyes. Yes, the reflection in his eyes seemed real, but what she felt in her own heart was emptiness...
Some things, some people, how could they ever be obtained through coercion? She really wanted to tell him these truths, but reality told her it was no use. Qi Longbing was no ordinary man; he was a super-wealthy tycoon, a person of such great stature! Whomever he set his sights on, it seemed others were expected to have only one reaction: to be as ecstatic as if they had won the lottery.
"You seem to have spent a longer time staring at my face today," Qi Longbing chuckled. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙
"Uh... Sorry, President Qi, your appearance is so striking that it takes a moment to come to one’s senses!" Hua Xiaomo found a casual excuse and brushed it off. Then she picked up the Bordeaux wine from the table and took a sip.
"Is that so?" Qi Longbing felt pleased upon hearing this, extending a hand to rest on the back of her hand that lay on the table. "Xiao Mo, let’s get engaged, shall we?"
Suddenly, Hua Xiaomo choked on her red wine. COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!
Meanwhile, Qi Longbing quickly stood up, walked over to her side, and solicitously patted her back, his eyes filled with tenderness. "How are you? Are you alright? Why drink so hastily?"
"I’m fine, I’m fine." Hua Xiaomo quickly stood up. "Sorry, I need to visit the restroom."
Without waiting for him to reply, she grabbed her purse and practically fled from the table.
At that moment, from another private room, a pair of eyes filled with jealousy and hatred turned their way. So, *she* was the real vixen!
In the women’s restroom, having escaped Qi Longbing’s gaze, Hua Xiaomo leaned against the wall and exhaled deeply. "My goodness! Am I actively trying to get myself killed?"
Engagement? What *kind* of engagement? This is ridiculous! If he knew I only came back to him to snap his nudes to sell, I wonder what kind of expression he’d make? Hua Xiaomo scoffed inwardly.
Suddenly, a sharp female voice cut through the air, creating a palpable, furious tension. "So it’s you, the woman who’s been eyeing Long Bing? You’re utterly despicable!"
Hua Xiaomo looked toward the source of the voice. A graceful, tall woman with heavy makeup walked in. Who else could it be but the world-famous model, Gong Fengjiao?
The other woman was close to 1.8 meters tall. Hua Xiaomo, who wasn’t particularly short, appeared diminutive in front of her.
Hua Xiaomo ignored her and was about to leave, but Gong Fengjiao blocked the restroom door.
"Excuse me, please move aside!" Hua Xiaomo said.
"Move aside? You wish!" Gong Fengjiao looked at her angrily, her face turning red, hands on her hips like a tigress glaring maliciously. "Long Bing and I have been in a relationship for two years; we’re a widely acknowledged couple! And you, what are you? What right do you have to meddle in our relationship?"
"You shameless homewrecker! Everyone despises you!" Gong Fengjiao shrieked, her anger peaking as she pointed a finger at Hua Xiaomo’s nose.
Now Qi Longbing has even blocked my number; he’s obviously giving me the cold shoulder, Gong Fengjiao fumed internally.
"Miss Gong, you’re supposed to be a person of status. Why do you speak so thoughtlessly? Calling people a mistress at the drop of a hat? I think... you’ve probably lost count of how many men you’ve been a mistress to yourself, haven’t you?" Hua Xiaomo retorted, not to be outdone.
Hmph! When it came to slinging insults, she wouldn’t lose to anyone! It all depended on whether she was in the mood. Sometimes she preferred to play dumb, to act the fool, just to let others have their moment of pride. It was no skin off her nose, was it? It was like with her two sisters from Hua’s Home. Although she didn’t particularly like them, they were still blood relatives, so most of the time, she just let them have their way. But for those who were truly malicious, she wouldn’t yield an inch!
"You’re despicable! How dare you insult me? Vixen!" Gong Fengjiao’s face turned even redder with anger, and she swung her hand to slap Hua Xiaomo.
Hua Xiaomo, quick-eyed and swift-handed, immediately raised her handbag to intercept the blow.
SMACK! Gong Fengjiao’s hand struck the metal buckle on the bag, and she couldn’t help but wince in pain, her eyes squeezing shut.
"Hua Xiaomo, you vixen, I won’t let you get away with this!" Gong Fengjiao exclaimed before quickly taking off one of her high heels and flinging it at Hua Xiaomo’s head.
Watching Gong Fengjiao, Hua Xiaomo thought she looked nothing like a famous model anymore; she was just like any shrew screaming in the streets.
Hua Xiaomo clenched her fists. This time, you asked for it. You can’t blame me, Hua Xiaomo!
Quickly, Hua Xiaomo used her handbag as a weapon to meet the incoming high heel.
A series of CLANGS and THWACKS echoed as their ’weapons’ collided. Strange, intense sounds emanated from the women’s restroom.
This made the women who were about to enter the restroom freeze, terrified to go in, afraid the battle would spread and they’d get caught in the crossfire.
Facing Gong Fengjiao’s wildly haphazard flailing, Hua Xiaomo found it laughable internally, yet she remained vigilant.
After all, this reckless flailing was an all-out attack, not much less formidable than those martial arts-trained Super Marios. However, for me, this is just a piece of cake. But if I shut her down too quickly, wouldn’t that be boring?
A mischievous glint in her eye, Hua Xiaomo continued to parry with her bag. Meanwhile, her other hand shot out, grabbing the hem of Gong Fengjiao’s skirt and yanking it hard. As Gong Fengjiao struggled, RIIIIP! The skirt tore...
"AAAHHH!" Gong Fengjiao screamed. At this point, she couldn’t care less about the fight; as she tugged, her skirt had ripped all the way from the hem to her waist, her undergarments underneath plainly visible.
BANG! BANG! Hua Xiaomo took the opportunity to bash her on the head with her bag twice more, all while still holding a corner of the torn skirt, smiling wickedly.
"Miss Gong, how about giving everyone a lingerie show?" Hua Xiaomo looked at her with a roguish expression, not at all afraid to fan the flames.
"Hua Xiaomo, you bitch..." Gong Fengjiao cursed, her heavily made-up face contorted with rage.