Chapter 48
Yi Qingju's heart skipped a beat, not knowing what to make of it.
Was it the indignation of Qi Weiran that gave her comfort, or the feeling of being protected?
Perhaps both, but she knew clearly that this feeling was not bad.
Compared to her mixed emotions, others' thoughts were written all over their faces.
The scene exploded!
"Qi Weiran is divorced from his ex-wife!"
"When did this happen?"
"Damn, if I had known tonight would be so exciting, I would have brought my girlfriend."
"Wang Laoer is done for, he actually provoked someone close to Qi Weiran."
"The one Qi Weiran cares for must be no ordinary person. At such a young age, she already built a business from scratch and is preparing to start a company..."
Zhou Yi bluntly said to Qi Weiran, "Congratulations on your second marriage."
"You picked well. I never liked your ex-wife." Still unable to forget the pain when her dress ripped that night.
Yi Qingju sneakily glanced at Qi Weiran.
[Hmm, very good, his face is as black as a pot now.]
"Perhaps I did not explain clearly enough."
"My wife?"
He turned his head and looked at Yi Qingju.
His gaze was burning, forcing her to meet his eyes.
[Qi Weiran, how will you make up for this?]
Qi Weiran almost instinctively responded: With inheritance.
The ribbon on the mask was untied as the maiden unveiled her mystery.
Powdered and carved like jade, alluring cat-like eyes, lips as red as roses, paired with hair cascading down her back like a moonlit waterfall. Simply standing there, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Holy sh*t...it's Yi Qingju!"
An uproar spread through the crowd.
They imagined endless possibilities, but never expected—Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m
This woman to actually be Yi Qingju herself!
Clearly, this face was recognizable in these circles.
"My god... looks like these two are into some new stuff."
"Why would she come in disguise..."
Zhou Yi's eyes widened in shock, he took a step forward but was pulled back by the equally stunned Zhou Yuan next to him.
Seeing such a dramatic turn of events, Zhou Haiyu thought they were acting and sneered, "What a show you two put on."
Qi Weiran calmly responded, "Too kind."
"Let's go, little Qi." His low murmur seemed to tease her, and the usually cold and aloof amber eyes curved up sweetly, leaving Yi Qingju in a daze.
Those who witnessed this had their jaws dropping to the floor, some girls even let out exclamations of surprise.
Even Zhou Haiyu lost his composure over his facial expressions, forgetting that the other party was mocking him just now.
At this moment, his feelings were the same as everyone else's—
Other than cold mockery and disdain, so Qi Weiran was capable of smiling normally...
In a confused daze being led out by Qi Weiran, Yi Qingju's peripheral vision suddenly caught something.
The cowering man shrank back into the crowd when he noticed her looking.
[Ah, I almost forgot about this brother Pork Feeler.]
Hearing the words 'Pork Feeler', Qi Weiran who was leading her forward suddenly halted.
Sensing his abrupt decrease in speed, Yi Qingju luckily thought to herself, then waved at Pork Feeler brother with the frightened look.
Qi Weiran cooperatively stopped walking and turned his head asking, "Which hand?"
Yi Qingju understood he was asking which hand the man had tried to touch her with earlier.
[But how did he know?]
Tycoon leads always have some odd skills.
"He just wanted to reach out with his right hand to pull me closer, but I dodged in time."
She then pitifully added, "I'm really alright."
Crowd: "......." Isn't this too sly!?
So this was Qi Weiran's type!?
"I see."
He dipped his chin down, and when he turned, his expression lacked the gentleness from before. It was as if he had reverted to the aloof and impersonal Qi Weiran everyone knew, who never smiled.
"Which urine is that..."
"Quick, get away. He peed himself."
The faint yellow liquid flowed down his already darkened pant legs.
Those around wore looks of ridicule and disgust. Not even Wang Laoer's usual drinking buddies dared to step forward.
Wang Laoer never imagined he would experience such human fickleness under these circumstances.
As soon as Yi Qingju stepped out the door, she shivered from the gust of wind, but her attention wasn't focused on that.
Rather—
[How long are you going to keep holding my hand?]
The warm feeling around her wrist didn't feel tight, but that patch of skin was as though scorched by fire, giving off a scalding heat.
"You take the car behind."
When Yi Qingju suddenly realized why this man dared to single-handedly kill his way into his arch-enemy's lair after seeing the convoy of black cars that had the entire vineyard surrounded and the gun-toting men in black, she understood.
My god, if anything were to happen in the slightest, Qi Weiran would have reason to openly take out Zhou Haiyu along with his lair.