"Xu Ziqin, star Xu! We've been together for three years, and you never let me make the final move! I'm a man, not a eunuch!"
"I pamper you, but you're still fixated on Qiao, who are you trying to fool?!"
"You want to break up? Fine, let's break up! Ji Qingfeng doesn't lack women! I won't miss one like you!"
"Do you truly think you're some big deal because you're a star, Xu Ziqin? Just wait and see! In less than two days, you'll be on your knees begging me to take you back!"
...
With a "bang", the empty wine glass was heavily placed on the dining table. Xu Ziqin's exquisite little face was flushed red with intoxication, and her mind was continuously replaying the scenes of those two and the hurtful words abuse they had uttered.
The one who cheated was him, Ji Qingfeng. And he, Ji Qingfeng, arrogantly pointed at her nose and called her a slut...
This is the fiancé who claimed to love and respect her.
How stupid was she back then to be bewitched by his sweet words and fall for such a bastard?
"To you, Director Zhao, I toast on your behalf, um... wishing you... a happy birthday every year and a prosperous life! Cheers!"
Xu Ziqin staggered to her feet, raising her glass to collide with the man next to her, who had a meaningful look on his face, and she drained her glass without waiting for his response.
Who doesn't know Xu Ziqin at the banquet? But no one had ever seen her drink so heartily, and for a moment everyone looked at each other in surprise.
"Great, great, drink! Here, let me fill up your glass, Ziqin flew back specially from Milan for my birthday," Director Zhao, with his shining bald head, cheerfully opened another bottle of wine and handed it to Xu Ziqin, "Let’s drink until we can no longer walk straight!"
"Good! Don't...don't stop until we're drunk!" Xu Ziqin's eyes were hazy, she gave a charming smile and downed another glass of red wine.
Director Zhao was so moved by her smile that his heart was tingling. He enthusiastically poured more wine into Xu Ziqin's glass.
Hehe, fortune favors the diligent, and today, he finally got his chance to spend a delightful night together!
The banquet was nearing its end, and Xu Ziqin finally succumbed to the effects of alcohol, quietly slumping next to the table.
"Xu Ziqin is drunk; I have to personally send her home. Apologies for any inconvenience, folks!” Director Zhao's face was flushed with the mirth of it all, not a hint of apology to be found.
The guests were all savvy enough to know what "personally escorting her home" meant. Immediately, anyone capable of pretense played the part, either feigning fatigue or intoxication. They swiftly filtered out, leaving the pair to their own devices.
"Hehehe, Ziqin, I'm going to take you home!" he had been fantasizing about Xu Ziqin's delicate waist for a long time, oh~ it surely whetted his craving!
"…Hm?" In her wine-soaked stupor, Xu Ziqin became keenly aware of a hand brushing against her back. Who was it? Ji Qingfeng?
The pain etched deep into her core was reignited by this one name, jolting Xu Ziqin, who abruptly rose to her feet. Gripping the collar of the man's shirt, she squinted through her blurry vision, thinking she saw the handsome yet loathsome face of Ji Qingfeng!
The terrifying scenes in the apartment played out once again in her mind. Flames of anger ravaged Xu Ziqin, and she cursed through gritted teeth. "Bastard! Did you sleep with my sister?!"
Director Zhao's eyes widened in shock, completely floored: What? Who with whom?
"Just because you couldn't go all the way… Aren't we about to get engaged? Didn't you say you wanted to marry me? Can't I give it to you after we are married? Can't I?!" Her tirade felt liberating, only her tear streaks betraying her vulnerability.
"Alright, alright, we can get married today, okay?" The beauty before him was beyond belief; her laughter and scolding all dripped with charm, not to mention her current teary state.
Who would have believed Xu Ziqin, the scandal queen had such regard for her chastity? "Big score today," Director Zhao was so excited, his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
As she vented all her suppressed frustration, the intoxication seemed to lessen a bit with her tears. Xu Ziqin, a tad groggy, shook her head, and realized that the person in front was not Ji Qingfeng but the infamous womanizing Director Zhao Linfeng from her upcoming movie "Destiny".
The large private room was painfully silent, leaving just the two of them. The stranger's hand was lightly stroking her waist, making her feel like a cat who's fur's been ruffled!
Oh no! Was Xu Ziqin truly cursed by fate? Betrayed by both her boyfriend and sister in a single day, and even might be exploited by the unwritten rules of the showbiz?!
Suddenly, most of her drunkenness sobered up, but Director Zhao's portly body had cornered her between the dining table and the wall, with Xu Ziqiao in a state of cold sweat due to anxiety. In her desperation, she covered her mouth and called out, "I... I feel nauseous! Vomit..."
Director Zhao was startled and instinctively let go, taking two steps backward. Xu Ziqiao seized this opportunity, shoved Director Zhao aside and ran towards the door in a panic.
Barely managing to keep his balance after being pushed, Director Zhao returned to his senses only to realize that Xu Ziqiao was trying to escape!
"Xu Ziqiao! Don't run!" Dammit, how can he let his prey escape? Director Zhao awkwardly began pursuing her with his corpulent body.
Huff...can't stop, run...run fast! Though three points of Xu Ziqiao's mind were sanity, her alcohol-affected body was not cooperative.
Stumbling and heavy-footed, Xu Ziqiao leaned against the wall, aimlessly navigating through the labyrinth-like hallway of the club. "…Someone! Is there anyone...Help...me…”
With a "click," a faint sound came from the window, followed by a swift figure as agile as a cheetah, ghost-like in the blink of an eye, who collided solidly with the unsteady Xu Ziqiao.
Before Xu Ziqiao could understand what was happening, she felt a sudden tightness around her waist followed by a dizzying sensation. "Ah!"
"Shut up!" A deep and magnetic male voice infiltrated her eardrums, carrying a momentum that was impossible to defy that made one involuntarily submit. His eyes were as deep as the ocean, with an icy glint like a blade - it was as if she was facing a hawk, on the verge of being torn apart by sharp talons in the next second!
