Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Her decisiveness made her seem as though she was determined to annihilate all the memories from her past.
Sun Linan clenched his fists tightly and lowered his gaze with disappointment. He gave a bitter laugh.
How could she be so cruel?
Qiao Lian arrived at the Glitter Bar ten minutes before 6 p.m., the meeting time.
She walked in, provided the private room number Fan Lu had indicated and went upstairs.
Glitter was a proper bar in Beijing that had earned the reputation of being a safe place. It served an upper-class crowd that respected women, hence Qiao Lian wasn’t too worried about her own safety.
As she walked out of the elevator and turned the corner, she suddenly bumped into a dark silhouette.
She took a few steps back with surprise and frowned. Then she looked up.
Before her stood a tall man with a rather big frame. He was wearing a loud and eye-catching printed shirt.
Because his back was to the light, it was hard to see his features. But in a flash, she had a sense of familiarity.
As she squinted at the man to figure out where she knew him from, she heard him say, “Oh, now you’re walking right into my arms voluntarily?”
When he spoke, his breath reeked of both alcohol and tobacco.
His frivolous tone made Qiao Lian frown. “I’m sorry.”
Taking another step back, she moved to squeeze past him.
The man then raised his hand to block her path. “Oh, so you’re playing hard to get?”
The man lowered his head slightly. “You’re quite a beauty.”
Qiao Lian tilted her head to the side and sized him up. “And...?”
“But I’m not interested in you. I’ve seen all the tricks that you women have up your sleeves and I’m tired of them!”
“How narcissistic!” Qiao Lian thought. With his smug attitude, this guy was just asking for it.
She smirked and replied, “Mister, don’t worry. I don’t think much of men who are narcissistic and arrogant.”
With these words, she stepped back and took her leave.
After being rejected in such a way, the man raised an eyebrow as he watched her silhouette disappear.
Qiao Lian was able to quickly locate Fan Lu’s private room.
Even though she was quite certain that this trip wouldn’t bear fruit, she still pushed open the door and entered the room.
She had expected that it would be chaotic inside the private room, but to her surprise it was very quiet. It was only Fan Lu and her lover, Young Master Lu.
Both sitting on the sofa, Fan Lu had her hand around Young Master Lu’s arm. As Qiao Lian entered the room, Fan Lu followed her movements with her sharp eyes.
Young Master Lu looked up curiously, as if waiting for someone. But when he saw Qiao Lian, he immediately looked disappointed.
Qiao Lian began the conversation by politely introducing herself, “Miss Fan, I’m a journalist from G8ssip News Agency. I wanted to talk with you about—”
Before she could finish speaking, Fan Lu sneered, “You’re the reporter who claimed that I’m a third-party and home-wrecker?”
Qiao Lian pursed her lips and answered, “Miss Fan, that was my fault. I will make an public apology for damaging your reputation through a news report.”
Fan Lu immediately stood up and walked to her arrogantly. “An apology? If an apology was useful to me, why would I have called the police?”
Qiao Lian was stumped. She frowned and looked at Fan Lu. “So what do you want then?”
Fan Lu gave a mocking laugh. “What do I want? How about this, if you kneel down and beg me, I could reconsider letting this matter rest.”
Qiao Lian’s expression darkened. She clenched her fists and gave a derisive laugh.
She, Qiao Lian, would bow down to the heavens, the earth and her parents, but she would never bow down to anyone else.