Jian Xi bit her red lips.
Huang Ying was going to co back, which ant all their previous efforts were wasted. She knew Xinxin was not easy to get along with. She really didn’t know what Xinxin had done to make Huang Ying feel so freaked out that she was screaming about not being able to stand it anymore.
For the sake of her son, she could shalessly drag Si Yuhuan, his biological father, into the abyss, but she absolutely could not allow the people around her to be trapped as well.
"I’ll send soone to pick you up imdiately. Don’t get into any conflict with Xinxin..."
She had just finished speaking when she heard Huang Ying laughing. "Oh my, I’m just venting a bit. How could I think of running away at the first sign of trouble? If I were that weak, how could I say I’d help my beloved man regain his standing!" Her speech had a touch of a gang boss’s tone, which left Jian Xi unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Huang Ying murmured, "Xinxin is truly weird, but she seems to have an appointnt with soone. She’s currently dressing up ticulously, so I guess she won’t be back tonight. Oh, right! That big shot hasn’t been seen for days; who knows if he’s still alive. If he’s dead, wouldn’t our current difficulties be easily resolved?"
She said a lot, but Jian Xi only registered one sentence: "She has an appointnt with soone."
At that mont, Si Yuhuan ca downstairs. He had grood himself; his sharp eyebrows and star-like eyes complented his sculpted, exceptionally handso features. He had changed into a custom-tailored suit that hugged his perfect figure. His long legs carried him to her in a few strides, but he walked past without a glance and left.
"Xixi? Are you listening to ?"
Jian Xi pursed her lips. I think I know who she’s eting.
This damn man! One second he was holding her in his arms, all tender affection as if he loved her deeply, and the next he could be off on a date with another woman, full of vigor. Not a trace of fatigue on him! Indeed, good fortune invigorates the spirit! May he be so happy he drops dead!
Huang Ying, true to her profession as a psychologist, lowered her voice and exclaid, "She’s not eting Si Yuhuan, is she?"
Jian Xi snorted coldly. "Probably."
She was in no mood to dwell on the emotional entanglent between the two. She should have known long ago that this ever-alluring charr could attract love wherever he went. In the future, Xinxin would control the Secret Gate. Used properly, she could beco his strong right hand. He could probably regain through Xinxin the satisfaction he missed with Fu Shengyuan. If they hit it off and collaborated, wouldn’t the whole of China be his for the taking? What a ticulously laid plan! And to think she still felt such deep guilt.
A cascade of thoughts flooded her mind, and Jian Xi felt an inexplicable wave of displeasure. She didn’t even know what she was angry about.
She hastily hung up on Huang Ying, then went upstairs and furiously pumled her pillow again.
Finally, deflated, she lay on the bed. Her mind raced with thoughts, and for the first ti in a long while, she began to dream of her past life.
"Don’t—"
She woke with a start. Her mind was filled with images of herself wholeheartedly devoted to Si Yuhuan, of him ordering soone to harm her parents, and of his secretary running her over with a car. It was all so vivid that she almost believed the past year or more had been nothing but a dream.
She took deep breaths, then got up, wanting a glass of water, but the cup on her nightstand was empty.
Jian Xi staggered downstairs. The living room was empty. She looked up at the study; not a sliver of light emanated from within. He hadn’t co back.
The clock hands pointed to two in the morning.
Bastard! Jian Xi cursed inwardly as she drank water and glanced at her phone. Wan Yu had sent her a location two hours ago: a business bar. It ca with the ssage: "These bosses nowadays are really a handful, still drinking this late. Xixi, I miss your big brother."
Ugh! She must be drunk. Otherwise, she wouldn’t send a ssage like that.
Jian Xi imdiately called her. The call connected quickly.
"Huh? You’re not asleep?" Wan Yu’s voice ca through, sounding surprised. She then seed to think sothing was wrong. "Did sothing happen? I’ll co over right now—UGH—"
Wan Yu started to vomit profusely. Soone nearby taunted, "No way, President Wan! You’re throwing up after just that much? Your tolerance is really shot now!"
"Hurry up, President Wan! President Jin is waiting for you to start the ga!"
"UGH—"
Wan Yu must have drunk a lot; otherwise, she wouldn’t be too sick to even retort, just frantically vomiting.
"I’m fine. I’m coming to pick you up and take you ho now," Jian Xi said.
After hanging up, Jian Xi imdiately went upstairs to change, grabbed a car from the garage, and headed straight for Joselia Bar.
Inside, the bar was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and vibrant colors. She felt a bit overwheld and quickly scanned the room, spotting a group of people in a corner not far away. They were laughing boisterously, urging the woman at the center of their group to have another drink.
Jian Xi walked over quickly. Her tall figure and striking face drew whistles and stares from many n under the dazzling lights.
Ignoring the n whose senses were dulled by alcohol and who were acting without inhibition, she approached the group. "Yu Yu?"
Getting closer, she realized it wasn’t Wan Yu. "Sorry, I mistook you for soone else."
The woman grabbed Jian Xi’s arm. "What a beautiful lady! Want to join us for a ga?"
"She’s not playing!"
Before Jian Xi could refuse, a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. Wan Yu gave her a groggy smile, then her whole body slumped against Jian Xi. "You’re finally here."
She clung to Jian Xi like a koala. "I feel so awful! Where is that bastard Jian Mingcheng? Why hasn’t he contacted since he got back? Does he have any idea how much I’ve run myself ragged for his company these past few days? I almost got caught just keeping an eye on Fu Wenxin! WAAAH! I’ve risked my life and fortune for you and your brother! He’s so heartless, not even a single call!"
Wan Yu vented all her frustrations, wishing she could pour out every last drop of bitterness in her heart.
Finally, Jian Xi understood why her clever friend, who could usually hold her liquor and was adept at dodging drinks, had gotten herself into this state. Her brother had made her angry, so she’d resorted to drinking her sorrows away.
"Alright, alright, don’t be upset," Jian Xi said, her heart aching for her friend. "Later, we’ll go find him ourselves and demand an explanation."
Love makes one humble. And her brother was such a workaholic, a clueless, straight-laced guy.
Several n nearby began to approach them. "Don’t be upset, ladies. It pains us to see you like this. There are plenty of n here, any type you want! Stay with us, and we guarantee you a good ti."
They swaggered closer, reeking of alcohol. Jian Xi was supporting Wan Yu and couldn’t easily retaliate, so she could only warn, "Get out of the way!"
She started to lead Wan Yu away. One man boldly reached out and grabbed Wan Yu’s slender waist. "Where are you going? Stay and play for a bit!"
Wan Yu retorted, "Play with this!" and slapped him hard across the face.
A fiery red palm print quickly appeared on the man’s face.
"You little bitch!" the man roared, his face flushed from alcohol and his ego bruised. "You dare refuse a toast only to invite a forfeit!" He raised his hand to strike back.
Jian Xi kicked out.
THUMP!
The man stumbled and fell to his knees, clutching his abdon and howling, "It hurts! She’s killing ! What are you all standing there for? Get them for !"
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