Hearing Qianxun’s words, Feler’s breath caught in her throat.
"You shaless thing! I only stepped on your dress, and you’re fine, so why would you deliberately create a hole on the stage to trip ?" Feler ground her teeth angrily.
At this, Qianxun laughed without any sense of propriety, "Who asked for your bad luck? I was only stepped on by you, and in a fit of anger, I might’ve applied a little too much force and made a dent. Who knew you would strike such luck and actually fall into it? What do you call this? Oh, right... this is called karma!" Qianxun said, her eyes narrowing with mirth.
She didn’t fall on the runway, and they were supposed to just lightly gloss over this matter?
Wishful thinking!
Those who harm others will eventually harm themselves. The situation Feler finds herself in today is nothing but her own doing.
...
Upon hearing Qianxun’s words, Feler lost her sense and tried to slap Qianxun across the face.
Seeing this, Qianxun grabbed Feler’s arm and whispered coldly in her ear, "It seems you’ve healed and forgotten the pain, forgetting the lesson so quickly? If you want to die, I wouldn’t mind obliging you!"
As soon as these words fell, the fear from the previous ti when Qianxun had grabbed and lifted her by the neck resurfaced in Feler’s mind. She shivered all over,
"What... what do you want to do?" Feler trembled all over.
Just then, the elevator door opened.
At that mont, Qianxun released Feler, sneered coldly, "Don’t let see you again next ti! Otherwise... hmph!"
Finishing her words, she let go of Feler and walked into the now-open elevator.
Feler had to support herself against the wall for a while before she managed to stand up and then, with her heart still in turmoil, she hurried toward her own room.
Su Qianxun, that devil!
I must expose her true colors!
But just as this thought ca up, rembering Qianxun’s thods, Feler firmly discarded the idea.
Su Qianxun, she is not soone I can afford to provoke right now!
Besides, the fact that she stepped on her dress is true; in the end, she would only be mocked even more!
...
At this mont, Qianxun had already reached the upper floor.
Familiarly, she made her way to Carlos’s room and knocked on the door. Soon, Carlos’s butler opened the door, wearing white gloves, and elegantly invited her inside.
After entering, Qianxun slled the aroma of food.
Looking up, she saw that the dining table in the living room had already been set up for a candlelight dinner. Carlos was sitting on the sofa and, seeing her arrival, imdiately ca over, "Su, you’re here, please take a seat!" he said, pulling out a chair for Qianxun.
Qianxun sat down gracefully, the corners of her lips holding a faint smile.
Carlos then sat down opposite her, and his butler stood by, attending to them.
On the long dining table, fresh roses and heart-shaped candles were arranged. Once seated, Carlos smiled at Qianxun, "Let’s eat, see if it suits your taste."
Qianxun nodded with a smile, then picked up her knife and fork and began to cut her steak. On the side, the butler took a corkscrew and opened a bottle of red wine at that mont.
He poured half a glass of red wine for Qianxun, then turned and walked toward Carlos.
But out of the corner of her eye, Qianxun clearly saw the butler’s hand switch to another bottle of wine with a magician’s dexterity before pouring a deep red liquid into Carlos’s glass with a respectful expression.
Even though the blood had been refrigerated, Qianxun’s sense of sll was sharper than a dog’s, cough cough... and it was undeniable. How could she possibly not sll that the ’red wine’ Carlos was about to drink was actually human blood?
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