Ning Xixi raised her wine glass and downed it in one gulp.
"Nice tolerance, beauty. Have another..." The man with glasses took another cup of wine from a passing waiter’s tray, insisting on putting it in Ning Xixi’s hand.
After swallowing the wine, Ning Xixi felt extrely uncomfortable.
"Excuse ... I need to go to the restroom..." Ning Xixi, holding back her discomfort, hurried towards the restroom in her high heels.
Ma Yiqing noticed sothing was off about her, a vicious glint flashing through her perfectly made-up beautiful eyes.
It was this woman who had Ji Yebai publicly declare her as his girlfriend. And now Gong Xiu has even brought her to the ball!
"The opening dance is about to begin," Ma Yiqing adjusted her expression, her eyes bending into crescents, her gaze aningfully fixed on Gong Xiu.
Gong Xiu was in a foul mood, his response chilly: "I already have a dance partner."
"Mr. Gong!" Ma Yiqing bit her lip, discontented, "Are you planning to invite her to the opening dance?"
Gong Xiu gave her a glance, his peach blossom eyes shimring with moisture, looking stunningly seductive despite being a man—just a single look from him was more dazzling than any of the won present.
"What does it matter to you whom I invite?" Gong Xiu said with a smile, but his words were brutally cold, "Miss Ma, wake up. No one in this world can force into anything! So what if the elders want us to marry? I. Do. Not. Agree!"
"Mr. Gong, would you really prefer a woman like Ning Xixi over ? How is she better than ! Her mother was nothing but a cheap woman selling herself at a nightclub... How could you possibly fancy such a lowly, crass woman?" Ma Yiqing was so angry her mouth twisted.
"So, I’d rather be with her than with you. Don’t you know your place yet?" Gong Xiu raised an eyebrow, firing back sarcastically.
"Hey, hey... you two, stop it... Ah, Ning Xixi, you’re back so soon?" The man with glasses was stunned, quickly tugging at Ma Yiqing.
Ning Xixi stood there, her eyes filled with hurt.
The so-called nightclub was nothing but a rumor spread by so envious socialite, jealous of her mother marrying well, back in the day.
Yet now, being ntioned by Ma Yiqing like that, it seed almost true.
But this was not what saddened Ning Xixi.
What hurt her was that Gong Xiu had never believed her from the beginning.
In his heart, perhaps... she really was just the cheap, desperate woman Ma Yiqing described?
She forced a smile towards Gong Xiu: "It’s okay, you guys go on talking, don’t mind ."
Her smile was pale and powerless, causing a sharp pain in the depths of Gong Xiu’s heart!
Ma Yiqing’s eyes flickered, and she whispered a few words to the man with glasses, who, reluctant but pressured by her status as the Ma Family’s young miss, complied and approached Ning Xixi.
"Ning Xixi, are you not feeling well? Let take you to a guest room to rest."
Ma Yiqing had just told him to take Ning Xixi to a guest room to snap so compromising photos, so they could blackmail her.
He was sowhat unwilling, but when his hand brushed against Ning Xixi’s arm, the soft and fair touch made him unconsciously lick his lips, his hand indecently creeping towards Ning Xixi’s waist...
This chick has a great figure! He thought lustfully, but before he could proceed, he suddenly scread in agony.
"Ah—"
His wrist was twisted and broken with brute force!
"Who gave you permission to touch her? Trash! Get lost!"
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