Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Framing_1
She didn’t even furrow her brows, looking straight at Zhou Siyu who had been drenched by the hotpot soup. She reached out to grab her bag from the chair, but Zhou Siyu bumped into the chair again, causing the bag to drop off the edge.
Just then, a gust of wind blew in from outside, blowing out the joss paper that Qiao Xiaren had kept inside her bag and several sheets stuck onto Zhou Siyu’s body.
This joss paper was bought by Qiao Xiaren along the way, intended to be burnt as offerings for her master tonight.
“Paper? Joss paper? Whose joss paper is this?”
The boss who had rushed over couldn’t see clearly where the joss paper had come from, even his voice was trembling. Chu Yifei’s eyes held a hint of amusement as he casually looked at Qiao Xiaren.
Xiaren’s face was unusually stiff, at a loss for an explanation as she saw the boss’s face turn pale, and the fear prompting his whole body nearly darted out the door.
It was ironic that a strong gust of wind happened to blow in from outside, giving a chilling sensation under such circumstances, which was obviously rather inappropriate.
Zhou Siyu’s sharp scream was filled with inexplicable panic as she fell onto the ground.
When the blasted wind had passed, everyone was surprised to find out that not even a single piece of the joss paper that had been scattered on the floor earlier remained.
“Where… where… where’s the joss paper?”
The whole hotpot restaurant began to sink into panic and commotion. A gleam of laughter flashed in Qiao Xiaren’s eyes, but it was well hidden. She played innocent and added, “Well, actually, I didn’t see any joss paper just now.”
In reality, while the chaos ensued, Qiao Xiaren had picked up all of the objects.
Upon hearing these words, everyone was so scared that they retreated a few steps away from Zhou Siyu.
This Zhou Siyu… she couldn’t have been cursed, could she? Thinking about recent news of certain celebrities being cursed, everyone became even more frightened.
Abby, scared, leaned towards Qiao Xiaren, seemingly thought of something, and pointed to the young man beside her, “Goddess, that guy Yeqian, he wouldn’t happen to be the famous King Ye, Prince Yeqian, would he?”
This year, the Capital’s Jiangbei TV station spent big to invite several top-tier celebrities to a New Year’s concert. Among the star-studded lineup were the renowned Mandarin music scene’s Yeqian and the versatile Chu Yifei who acted, sang, and performed.
Although Yeqian was young, his international popularity had been soaring recently. With his occasional goofy charm, he became a national Little Prince who appealed to everyone of all ages, both genders.
Abby was somewhat shocked and felt a little disoriented. What kind of luck did she have to bump into one big name after another lately?
“Qiao Xiaren, stop playing tricks here. You harmed me deliberately by splashing hotpot soup on me!”
Zhou Siyu completely lost her former adorable and silly image, and she was furiously screeching at Qiao Xiaren.
Almost instantly, Zhou Siyu wanted to throw all the blame on Qiao Xiaren. It was as if an inner demon was constantly whispering in her ear to destroy her, destroy her!
As soon as Zhou Siyu finished her sentence, everyone present was taken aback. Even Jiang Chen, who was always following Zhou Siyu around as her assistant, couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
He thought carefully and quickly understood Zhou Siyu’s intention. Now that Siyu’s face had been splashed, which was fatal to a celebrity, if the higher-ups at the company were to assign blame, wouldn’t he be the one bearing the brunt of it in the end?