In Su Yu’an’s private room, after he had toasted the youngsters from the studio with tea instead of wine, he turned around to see Lin Qian and Fang Tong starting to drink at the other end.
Under the lights, the two beauties laughed and chirped, appearing as a dazzling sight just by sitting there.
Su Yu’an’s eyes softly watched Lin Qian as he strode over and sat down. Seeing their wine glasses empty, he filled them both with wine.
"Mr. Su, here’s to you, wishing you prosperity in business, a wealth of inco, and that all your wishes co true."
After downing two glasses of wine, Fang Tong’s face grew warm, her beautiful eyes misted with a seductive haze from the alcohol.
"Thanks, maybe I should have so wine too."
Su Yu’an hesitated, preparing to pour himself a drink.
"You can’t."
Lin Qian, who was covering her flush face, didn’t think twice before extending her hand and grabbing Su Yu’an’s hand that was about to take the wine.
His hand felt warm, and Su Yu’an looked at Lin Qian in slight astonishnt, instinctively grasping her hand in return.
There was no special aning, he just wanted to hold onto that bit of tenderness that belonged to him.
"What’s the matter with you? Haven’t I told you? You can’t drink alcohol; you can’t just ignore the doctor’s advice!"
Due to the effects of alcohol, Lin Qian’s reactions were a bit slow. Preoccupied with concern for Su Yu’an’s health, she paid no heed to the detail of their hands, simply glaring at him with reproach.
Su Yu’an smiled, his star-like eyes softening even more under the flashing lights.
He didn’t speak, just gazed deeply at Lin Qian, feeling her concern and consideration for him.
Just then, the door opened, a cold breeze ca in, and soone stood at the entrance.
Su Yu’an turned his head and saw Nangong Li still in the pose of knocking, his enchanting face filled with a smiling expression as he looked inside.
"Wow, what a lively place!"
Nangong Li is here?
Su Yu’an was slightly startled and hadn’t reacted yet when he saw the edge of a man’s garnt behind him.
Soon after, Yin Moran’s tall figure ca into his view, followed by Yin Qinglan.
Su Yu’an’s expression slightly tensed as he looked toward the approaching Yin Moran.
The man’s presence was overwhelming; without needing to be close, one could still feel the kingly awe emanating from him.
What a coincidence, Nangong Li actually brought Yin Moran here.
"Mr. Su, we are all acquaintances, you wouldn’t mind if we all join in the fun, would you?"
Nangong Li, hands in his pockets, walked in nonchalantly, his gaze falling upon the intertwined hands of Su Yu’an and Lin Qian, his handso eyebrows raising slightly, seemingly amused.
Following behind, Yin Moran’s lips were slightly pursed, his gaze sweeping over the still joined hands of the man and woman, his chiseled face even colder.
"I don’t mind at all, Mr. Li and the cousin are esteed guests, please take a seat."
Su Yu’an graced them with a genteel smile, inviting them to sit, and also nodding slightly in greeting to Yin Qinglan.
Yin Qinglan smiled and nodded back, obviously having noticed the two’s clasped hands and with an inquisitive look toward Lin Qian.
She hadn’t had much contact with Lin Qian and was genuinely curious about her intentions towards Yin Moran.
Yet, the mont Yin Moran entered, Lin Qian’s mood beca inexplicably turbulent, her gaze dodging and not daring to et his.
She felt slightly guilty, though unsure what exactly she felt guilty about.
Nangong Li’s teasing voice echoed, "Lin, your Old Yin is here, why don’t you co and sit over here?"
Her Old Yin?
How did Yin Moran beco hers?
With flushed cheeks, Lin Qian glared at Nangong Li and her gaze involuntarily fell upon Yin Moran.
When she t his piercing X-ray-like eyes, she was montarily startled.
Looking down, she only then realized her hand was still held by Su Yu’an.
Her heart fluttered, and Lin Qian abruptly withdrew her hand, her pretty apricot eyes turning frantically.
Heavens, she really was so careless!
How co the re appearance of Yin Moran made her so restless that she didn’t even notice the anomaly in her hand?
He must have misunderstood her again!
Why was she so foolish?
Lin Qian’s face was full of regret as she bit the corner of her lip and took a large gulp of wine to mask the turmoil inside her.
The warmth on her hand disappeared, and Su Yu’an’s fingers curled slightly, a thread of lancholy flashed through her downcast eyes.
Fang Tong watched the interactions among the group with keen interest, her beautiful eyes twinkling. She nudged Lin Qian, "Little Qian, Mr. Li is talking to you! Go sit by Mr. Yin’s side!"
Public or private, she had to stand by Yin Moran’s side!
"No, Tong, are we still friends or not? I prefer sitting by your side."
Lin Qian’s face flushed, and she glared at Fang Tong.
Why did everyone want to pair her up with Yin Moran?
She did not want such ambiguity, okay?
"If we’re sisters, you should go over there and sit!" Fang Tong leaned closer to Lin Qian and whispered in her ear, "Don’t you want to give and Su Yu’an a chance?"
Lin Qian: "....."
She said it in a way that made it difficult to refuse!
But...
Lin Qian pursed her lips, her gaze drifting noncommittally towards the man sitting diagonally opposite her.
The man sat in the corner, exuding nobility, and radiated an aura of keep away that was distinctly cold.
Her heart trembled, a naless fear gripping her!
"Lin Qian, long ti no see, can you co and talk to ?" Yin Qinglan suddenly spoke, a warm smile gracing his lips.
Sitting by Yin Moran’s side, when Qinglan spoke, Lin Qian no longer had a reason to refuse.
Then she might as well sit down.
It was just a seat, after all.
What was she being so prudish about?
Lin Qian let out a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, and walked over to sit by Qinglan’s side, only to find that Qinglan moved her beautiful legs aside and pulled her to sit next to Yin Moran.
Lin Qian’s mouth twitched as she felt surrounded by a bunch of matchmakers that day.
The familiar clean and cool scent of the man filled her nostrils, causing Lin Qian to shrink her small fra and pretend to be as insignificant as a quail.
Yin Moran had been silent the whole ti, but when Lin Qian sat beside him, the coldness around him lessened slightly, though his expression remained as icy as before.
His dark eyes glanced at Su Yu’an sitting across from him. He tilted his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "Pour the wine."
Was he speaking to her?
It felt like he saw her as one of his people!
Lin Qian’s lips parted slightly as she looked at Yin Moran, reached for the wine bottle, and poured him a glass.
Yin Moran raised his glass towards Su Yu’an, "Yu’an, I heard your studio is opening soon? I’ll drink to that."
"Sure."
Su Yu’an curled his lip slightly, his gaze flitting over Lin Qian. His slender fingers touched the bottle as if to pour himself so wine.
When Lin Qian saw this, she blurted out, "Yu’an, what are you doing? You know you can’t drink, are you being willful again?"
At her words, everyone’s gaze shifted to her in unison, and the temperature around them seed to plumt rapidly.
Chills emanated from the side, as piercing as a Siberian cold front, making everyone involuntarily shiver.
Lin Qian got a jolt and turned her head toward the source of the chill, only to see Yin Moran’s profile tight as a blade’s edge, his fingers gripping the glass turning a frosty white.
Had she said sothing wrong?
Did soone have to be so moody?
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