At this moment, Qi Che was dressed in a suave white suit. His posture was tall and slender, and he stood at the stairs on the second floor, planted like a tree. His handsome face still held a gentle but indifferent expression. His ink-black eyes were calm, revealing his strength and confidence.
Fu Mengyao was dressed in a high-class, custom-made white gown, fully displaying her elegance. Around her beautiful neck, she wore a ruby necklace that Chris had personally made.
The two of them stood together like a pair of lovers. They were a match made in heaven.
At this moment, Fu Mengyao was supposed to be the center of attention, a dazzling sight. However, Xu Hehe's appearance had stolen the spotlight.
She looked deeply at Xu Hehe, and her original anger suddenly vanished. Her old wish had come true, so how could Xu Hehe think that she was qualified to still stand by Che’s side? How could she still have the charm of the legendary school Belle from back then? Hehe had become a clown.
The smile on Fu Mengyao's red lips deepened. After not seeing her for five years, she had become even more miserable. She couldn't be bothered to take another look at her. With Che's pride, how could he still love her?
She wasn't even qualified to be Fu Mengyao’s opponent.
Hehe turned her head but felt a burning gaze that made her skin prickle. She turned, and fell straight into Qi Che's deep black eyes.
The two of them looked at each other. Hehe could no longer hear the mocking voices around her. She stared only at Qi Che, lost in infatuation. Her eyes were filled with boundless joy, desire, and anticipation.
She wanted nothing more than to immediately leap into Ah Che's warm embrace.
Qi Che's sword-like brows furrowed tightly. Xu Hehe's emotions were plain as daylight to him. It was clear from a single glance.
He could see Xu Hehe's thoughts written across her face, but it brought him no joy. Instead, it made his heart throb with pain.
He was no longer the youth from back then. Why did she have to look as delicate and pitiful as she had years ago?
Fu Mengyao held onto Qi Che's arm and walked calmly to Xu Hehe. Her smile was gentle and generous, and she deliberately pouted. “Che, an old classmate who I haven't seen for many years is here. Won't you welcome her?” She was still worried, and wanted to test Qi Che's reaction. She wanted to see if it was real or fake heartlessness.
“Miss Xu, long time no see. Thank you for taking the time to come to my fiancée's birthday party.” Qi Che's voice was low and sweet, as if he was talking to an ordinary stranger. His tone was extremely polite as he added, “Later, in the private room on the third floor, all the old classmates will sing together. Miss Xu must attend.”
Xu Hehe's body shuddered. If it wasn't for Yan Chuqing secretly supporting her, she would have already fallen to the ground.
She raised her head. Her face was frighteningly pale, and her cherry lips were as red as blood.
Looking at Qi Che's perfect sculpture-like face up close, she did not feel a trace of joy that the person she’d missed day and night was right in front of her. There was only bitterness and heartache.
Xu Hehe suppressed the slight trembling of her body due to the pain, and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying. She replied in a low voice. “Thank you, Mr. Qi.”
Everyone had even moving forward while she was gone. She was the only one who had remained where she was. Even Fei Fei, who was infatuated with Leng Yunfeng, had given up. How would Ah Che still remember her?
Was she so heartless that she couldn’t even be bothered to say his name? Qi Che clenched his fists tightly and slowly loosened them, then pulled Fu Mengyao away. He walked past his acquaintances and greeted them casually.
Everyone secretly heaved a sigh of relief. It was fine, it was fine...
The atmosphere in the hall returned to normal. A few familiar people raised their cups and chatted cheerfully. From time to time, they talked about current affairs and politics, as well as various cooperation plans. The beautiful waitresses held their trays and nimbly fluttered through the hall like butterflies. The handsome men and beautiful women waltzed on the dance floor.
Qi Che conversed in a low voice with an old man in a corner. He smiled and spoke in a carefree manner. His entire body exuded a powerful confidence that said everything was under control. From time to time, his sharp gaze swept across the hall. When he realized that the woman who had been standing there in a daze had disappeared, his brows unconsciously furrowed.
“President Qi, have you fully considered Mr. Fu's suggestion?” The old man appeared dissatisfied with Qi Che's distraction.
“I will consider it,” Qi Che responded casually, before taking out his phone and walking to one side to make a call.
A middle-aged man beside the old man glared at him. “So young and frivolous. You don't know what's good for you. Fu Junxing practically gave away the entire Fu clan, yet you still have to take time to consider such a small request. You're really too arrogant.”
“Young Master Qi was able to develop the Qi clan to its current status in a short five years. You can't afford to look down on him.” The old man clasped his hands behind his back and shook his head in disappointment at the middle-aged one. How could such a short-sighted person be his successor? He furtively glanced at Qi Che, who was still on the phone. He was steady, strong, and confident.