Translator: Paperplane Editor: DarkGem
Qiao Anhao knew that Lu Jinnian would be at Song Xiangsiâs birthday party. To avoid bumping into him, she naturally didnât want to go.
However, Song Xiangsi came to invite her in person. If she wasnât going to attend, she had to tell her that face-to-face. To set her up for an excuse, Qiao Anhao asked Zhao Meng to buy a Chanel bag without the tag to personally bring to the penthouse party.
Song Xiangsiâs room was number 1005, and she was the one to open the door. Seeing that it was Qiao Anhao, she cracked a smile and moved aside to let her in.
"Miss Qiao, please come in."
"Stop it." Qiao Anhao laughed, then pulled out a bag and gave it to her. "Iâve been really busy and wasnât able to get you a present."
When Song Xiangsi saw the logo on the outside, she knew it wasnât expensive, but she didnât make a big deal. She generously accepted it.
"Thank you."
Only then did Qiao Anhao reveal her true intentions. "Miss Xiangsi, Iâm busy tonight, so I might not be able to attend your party. Iâm so sorry."
"Itâs still early. Weâre heading out later. If youâre busy, you can always come and leave earlier..." strongly insisted Song Xiangsi.
Before Qiao Anhao could answer, a cold voice nearby suddenly spoke, "Song Xiangsi, I never knew that you had the tendency to push others."
On hearing Lu Jinnianâs voice, Qiao Anhao subconsciously clutched at her clothes and tried to calm herself. In a low voice, she said, "Miss Xiangsi, I really have matters to attend to. My assistant is waiting for me. Iâll be leaving first."
When she finished speaking, Qiao Anhao hesitated for a moment but headed towards where Lu Jinnian stood. She turned to him, her eyes lowered. Without looking up, she greeted him.
"Hello Mr. Lu..."
Before Qiao Anhao could finish, the door in front of her shut with a "bang" suddenly. She shuddered slightly, raising her head to see that Lu Jinnianâs door was tightly shut. She bit her bottom lip, forced a smile at Song Xiangsi, and said "Goodbye" before heading for the elevators.
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That night, Song Xiangsi was walking with a glass of wine when she passed a quiet, desolate balcony. There, she saw Lu Jinnian smoking alone. She hesitated for a moment before coming over in her high heels and standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
Sensing that someone had come over, Lu Jinnian pinched his cigarette. He turned callously to find Song Xiangsi standing next to him, but he had no intention of speaking.
After so many years of working together, Song Xiangsi was well used to Lu Jinnianâs attitude. She didnât mind them one bit and stood next to the balconyâs railing, staring up at the starry sky. She
took a sip from her wineglass. Then, as though to stir matters up, she said in a soothing voice, "Mr. Lu, lately your emotions have become unstable. It seems itâs all because of a woman."
Lu Jinnian let out a grunt at her nonsense and turned to leave.
Song Xiangsi didnât stop him but slowly and leisurely turned around, staring at his retreating back. She fearlessly continued, "And that woman seems to be Miss Qiao Anhao."