The night was deep, lights glittering brilliantly.
In one exquisite nightclub, a private room bathed in light.
Men and women, the scene reeked of decadence.
Luo Xi despised such places, yet they were the favourites among those high society young masters.
Meng Shao'an wanted to introduce her to several of his friends. To avoid embarrassing him, she had to endure.
After dealing with those young masters for a while, she found herself quietly sitting in a corner drinking juice.
Meng Shao'an joked with several people for a while and quickly returned to her. His handsome face wore a hint of apology. "Xiao Xi, we will leave soon."
Luo Xi smiled, "It's fine."
Just as Meng Shao'an was about to say something else, the door to the box was abruptly pushed open, causing everyone to turn their heads.
A tall figure was standing at the door. His hand-tailored black suit was cloaked with a long black overcoat, his expression cold and distant, the contours of his face as if meticulously sculpted.
Colorful light concealed his face, making it hard to read his expression. Only those eyes, as black as the night, bore an imperious intensity.
The person behind him deftly helped him remove his coat. The man walked nonchalantly into the room, his posture as elegant as a king inspecting his territory.
The previously noisy private room fell into an eerily quiet state.
As Luo Xi looked up, she found herself staring right into his pair of cold, emotionless eyes. Her hand, holding the cup, unconsciously tightened, a shiver running down her spine.
Her gaze met his for a fleeting moment before the man looked away, not even leaving his peripheral gaze on her.
It was as if she was a complete stranger, and that previous glance was merely a coincidence.
Luo Xi’s lips tightened, and she lowered her gaze.
Someone greeted him, filled with flattery.
"Fourth Master Qi has arrived..."
Fourth Master Qi... Qi Wang...
Everything around started to blur. A chilling sensation filled her heart.
"Xiao Xi... Xiao Xi..."
Meng Shaoan called her. Luo Xi abruptly returned to her senses, standing up, "I need to go to the restroom."
Saying this, she didn't mind Meng Shaoan and the others' gaze, anxiously darting out of the booth.
A silence descended in the booth again.
Everyone glanced strangely at Meng Shaoan, then at Qi Wang, who was sitting on the sofa with an unreadable expression.
Everyone here knew about Luo Xi and Qi Wang's past from three years ago, so when the news about Meng Shaoan's engagement to Luo Xi spread, everyone was surprised.
And now, as the three gathered together, wouldn't it be an interesting show?
With a nonchalant lean against the sofa, Qi Wang held a cigarette between his fingertips. Amid the wafting smoke, he squinted, ignoring the gazes of others, only staring at the retreating figure that had dashed out…
...
Inside the restroom.
Luo Xi splashed several handfuls of cold water onto her face before she managed to calm down.
She lifted her head, looking at the somewhat pale woman in the mirror, her eyes swimming with self-mockery.
From the moment she chose to return, she knew that she would see him.
However, she had thought that three years were enough for her to face him with a steady mind.
But to her surprise, the real sight of him still brought her unbearable pain, a type of pain filled with self-disgust and ridicule.
Luo Xi closed her eyes, not wanting to see the person in the mirror anymore, just trying to quell the turmoil in her heart.
Suddenly, a soft “clang” rang in her ears: someone had locked the door.
Luo Xi gave a start, her eyes snapping wide open.
A man had silently materialized in the mirror, his face cold and stoic, his gaze frosty, and a thin cold smirk lurked around his lips.
His silent appearance made Luo Xi almost scream.
In an instant, she bit her lips tightly.
Staring deadpan at the man in the mirror who was extraordinarily handsome and cold to the extreme.
Their eyes crossing paths in the mirror.
A slightly calloused hand caressed her smooth and delicate neck, bit by bit. Although it appeared to be suggestive, Luo Xi felt an aura of killer intent.
