Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Zhiâai put effort into disengaging her wrist from Zhou Jingâs grip, then painfully dragged her out of the dancing crowd.
Zhou Jing hadnât had enough fun and refused to leave. However, because she was drunk, she lacked strength and could only stumble behind Qin Zhiâai.
When they were about to step out of the crowd, Zhou Jing was bumped by someone and ran into Qin Zhiâaiâs back. Qin Zhiâai mustered the strength to walk forward, so when Zhou Jing hit her, her whole body accidentally fell forward into a solid embrace.
Qin Zhiâai raised her head subconsciously, and when she had been about to say sorry, Gu Yushengâs cold and handsome face appeared before her eyes. She suddenly choked and couldnât finish her apology.
To Qin Zhiâai, the sight of Gu Yusheng was as harsh as the sword with which he wanted to stab her.
Just for a moment, she thought that Gu Yusheng would suddenly cause a scene with her while everyone in the room was present.
Qin Zhiâai was so scared that she suddenly stopped breathing and couldnât move even a bit.
Zhou Jing, who was drunk, didnât realize that the atmosphere was stiff at the time. She hiccuped and continued murmuring, âXiaokou, dance! Dance with me!â
Qin Zhiâai regained her consciousness, realizing that her gaze was still on Gu Yushengâs chest, so she took several steps back.
As soon as she stepped out of contact with his body, he took a step back like she did.
The only difference between them was that she was still standing there, but he had already gone away.
After their collision, Qin Zhiâai became more eager to drag Zhou Jing away.
Dragging Zhou Jing, she wasnât able to walk upstairs, so when she happened to pass by Lu Bancheng, she let him take care of Zhou Jing for her. She then asked him which room Zhou Jingâs handbag was in and quickly ran upstairs.
The handbag was was located in the room in the farthest west part of the villa on the second floor.
The door was half-closed.
Compared to the bustling downstairs, this place was unusually quiet.
Qin Zhiâai saw through the door gap that no one was there. On the sofa opposite the door were several handbags. She recognized the red Louis Vuitton as Zhou Jingâs.
After making sure that she had found the right room, she pushed the door open and ran into the room quickly.
When she reached the sofa, she realized that someone was sitting on an armchair on the innermost part of the room.
It was Gu Yusheng, who she had just bumped into downstairs.
It could be called a coincidence if they only met once or twice in one day, but three or four consecutive encounters made even Qin Zhiâai feel a sense of fate, not to mention Gu Yusheng.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
However, she had already come in, so it would be stranger if she turned backâ¦
Qin Zhiâai bit her lip, simply pretending that she hadnât seen him. She rushed to the sofa and grabbed the handbag.