Standing at the entrance of ’Champs Elysees’, the only feeling in An Nan’s heart was that these government and wealthy offspring truly had money. Spending their days lingering in these high-end clubs, money surely flows like water. However, none of this concerned her; her only hope for tonight was that the overbearing Huo Bingxuan wouldn’t be present.
With a sense of uneasy speculation, she followed the waiter to the fifth floor. As she exited the elevator, she found herself surrounded by elegantly decorated private rooms.
Following the waiter through the corridor, they arrived at the door of a VIP room numbered 888 at the end, where she heard the waiter say to her, "Miss An, Third Young Master Xi is waiting for you inside."
"Then I’ll leave now."
After the waiter left, An Nan stood at the entrance of the room for a while longer, realizing that this was the same room Xi Shaoqi had taken her to before. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open.
The once noisy room suddenly fell silent. An Nan scanned the room, noting the ten or so individuals present, and felt somewhat uncomfortable under the gaze of so many eyes.
Forcing a smile at everyone, she quickly found Xi Shaoqi at the mahjong table, then walked over to him.
The commotion at the door had already caught Xi Shaoqi’s attention. He turned his head and happily smiled at the person walking towards him, then apologized and said, "Nannan, please wait a moment, I’ll finish this round and we can have dinner."
An Nan approached, and someone immediately gave up the spot behind Xi Shaoqi. Once she was settled, she spoke, "It’s fine, you continue. I had something to eat before coming, so I’m not really hungry."
As her words fell, An Nan raised her head and unexpectedly saw someone—him, that handsome man from yesterday. How was he here?
With a shift in thought, everything could be explained. He was a good friend of Shaoqi, so it’s not strange that he knew her. But she hadn’t seen him before; based on logic, such a handsome man would be hard to overlook. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs Nove1Fire.net
Even as he sat there playing cards, his every move was extraordinarily graceful, reminiscent of the nobles in European castles. An Nan was now extremely curious about what kind of family could cultivate such an elegantly outstanding man.
Perhaps because of the prolonged attention, Lin Mubai finally raised his head and met An Nan’s gaze after focusing on the cards on the table.
At that moment, the latter realized she’d been staring too long and awkwardly curved her lips into a smile, then diverted her attention.
The former naturally lowered his gaze, continuing to focus on the cards on the table.
The entire interaction between the two fell into the watchful eyes of Han Xiayang. At this moment, the doubts in his eyes grew heavier. Was there really nothing between these two?
He’d been paying attention to the exchange in their eyes; it was entirely too calm, like those of two strangers. Was he really mistaken?
However, the events that followed quickly overturned his thoughts, further solidifying his belief in some intrigue or hidden affair unknown to himself or others.
After the round of mahjong ended, Lin Mubai casually stood up and said to the woman concentrated on the cards behind Xi Shaoqi, "An Nan, you play for me next; I’m going to the restroom."
The latter’s reaction was a slight surprise, but then she naturally walked over and sat in the previous