Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Zhi’ai put effort into disengaging her wrist from Zhou Jing’s grip, then painfully dragged her out of the dancing crowd.
Zhou Jing hadn’t had enough fun and refused to leave. However, because she was drunk, she lacked strength and could only stumble behind Qin Zhi’ai.
When they were about to step out of the crowd, Zhou Jing was bumped by someone and ran into Qin Zhi’ai’s back. Qin Zhi’ai mustered the strength to walk forward, so when Zhou Jing hit her, her whole body accidentally fell forward into a solid embrace.
Qin Zhi’ai raised her head subconsciously, and when she had been about to say sorry, Gu Yusheng’s cold and handsome face appeared before her eyes. She suddenly choked and couldn’t finish her apology.
To Qin Zhi’ai, 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 Zhi’ai was so scared that she suddenly stopped breathing and couldn’t move even a bit.
Zhou Jing, who was drunk, didn’t realize that the atmosphere was stiff at the time. She hiccuped and continued murmuring, “Xiaokou, dance! Dance with me!”
Qin Zhi’ai regained her consciousness, realizing that her gaze was still on Gu Yusheng’s 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 Zhi’ai became more eager to drag Zhou Jing away.
Dragging Zhou Jing, she wasn’t 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 Jing’s 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 Zhi’ai 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 Jing’s.
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 Zhi’ai feel a sense of fate, not to mention Gu Yusheng.
However, she had already come in, so it would be stranger if she turned back…
Qin Zhi’ai bit her lip, simply pretending that she hadn’t seen him. She rushed to the sofa and grabbed the handbag.