The young woman in the off-shoulder bodycon dress was as stunning as a celebrity, making one feel utterly inferior at a glance.
Reflecting on the smugness she felt in front of the mirror after applying her makeup just monts before, Jiang Chengcheng felt an urge to hide.
The woman inside checked her out from head to toe and lifted her chin, "Co in..."
Having said that, she turned and headed inside, "Mr. Zhou, your little sweetheart is here..."
"So early?"
"What ti is it, Mr. Zhou, aren’t you being a bit harsh?"
"Where is she, hurry up and let us have a look!"
Hearing the noisy voices inside the room, Jiang Chengcheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
As she walked on, her entire deanor was tense.
Silence fell in the living room.
A group of n and won looked at Jiang Chengcheng and then at Zhou Hecchen, remaining silent.
Sitting in the middle of the sofa, Zhou Hecchen, who was shaking dice with a cigarette in his mouth, looked back and waved his hand, "Go play in the room by yourself."
It wasn’t ant to introduce her to his friends.
Nor was it intended for her to et any of his friends.
The embarrassnt she felt from being scrutinized at the door welled up from within again. Jiang Chengcheng, head bowed, rushed helplessly into the master bedroom.
Once the door was shut, all the outside noise was blocked out.
Her racing heart slowly cald down, and Jiang Chengcheng’s eyes filled with tears of grievance.
Looking up again, she noticed a small white package on the coffee table beside the floor-to-ceiling window.
The Logo of brand L.
Thinking that it was a gift from Zhou Hecchen, Jiang Chengcheng’s spirits sowhat lifted.
After hanging up her down jacket, Jiang Chengcheng sat on the sofa and picked up the box.
In the instant she opened it, all color drained from her face.
She had clearly chosen white—why was there a black handbag inside the box?
Inappropriately, she recalled Ye Li’s wardrobe, all those black handbags she had; Jiang Chengcheng’s fingernails screeched against the stiff packaging.
Yes, Ye Li liked black.
It was her own folly to think that Zhou Hecchen genuinely wanted to give her a gift, so she embarrassingly chose white.
But in reality?
The person Zhou Hecchen wanted to gift was Ye Li, wasn’t it?
She was such a fool!
Bang!
She threw the handbag back into the box and put it back in place. Jiang Chengcheng, pale-faced, got up to leave.
Just as she grasped the doorknob, the area beside her suddenly brightened.
Turning around, she saw the twinkling lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Jiang Chengcheng blankly walked over.
Across the street was a landmark building of the Imperial City, its huge billboard lit up, illuminating the entire room.
On the roadway, the flickering lights of cars were as tiny as nocturnal ants, ceaselessly moving back and forth.
Several main avenues of the city intersected together, resembling constellations in the night sky.
At a glance, the entire Imperial City was within sight.
The nightscape was stunningly beautiful.
If it were not for Ye Li, she wouldn’t have connected with Zhou Hecchen.
If it were not for Zhou Hecchen, she would not have witnessed the night view at this mont.
With her own abilities and connections, she could never have any relationship with anyone from the rich families of the Imperial City in her lifeti.
Her fingernails dug unknowingly deep into her palm as Jiang Chengcheng stood by the window for a very long ti.
The door lock buzzed softly, and as Jiang Chengcheng turned around, she saw Zhou Hecchen walking in with furrowed brows.
Seeing her, Zhou Hecchen paused as if he had just rembered she was there.
Jiang Chengcheng pretended not to notice and smiled as she approached him, her smile bashful, "Brother Chen, thank you for the gift, I really like it!"
The room was dark, illuminated only by a faint glow from a floor lamp in the corner.
The lights outside the window were even brighter.
In the dim light, standing backlit by the window, the slender girl looked strikingly like Ye Li.
"If you like it, that’s good."
Zhou Hecchen nodded, stepped forward, and embraced her.
Tobacco mixed with the sharp scent of alcohol, Zhou Hecchen kissed Jiang Chengcheng forcefully, his hands sliding under the hem of her sweater.
The bed was only a few steps away, but it seed Zhou Hecchen couldn’t wait, pressing Jiang Chengcheng against the carpet by the floor-to-ceiling window, "Xiao Li, Xiao Li..."
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