"Miss Qiao, this way, please."

Qiao Xi had come to attend a wedding of a friend within the circle today. A female receptionist led her all the way. She had just sat down when she unexpectedly locked eyes with a man.

The girl's phoenix eyes were slender, with subtle double eyelids that curled outward, naturally extending towards the corners.

Though not big and dewy, her eyes exuded an Eastern grace, giving off a sense of coldness when she looked at someone.

Shen Dang watched the surprise in her eyes, his eyebrows slightly raising.

His whole demeanor was languid and careless, exuding an inherent nobility, with an unbuttoned collar revealing a sexy collarbone, looking every bit the disinterested, wealthy young master.

His peach blossom eyes, tinted with a hint of reddish color, glanced at her casually before lazily shifting away.

That was the look one gave to someone who was unimportant.

Qiao Xi had not expected to encounter Shen Dang here; they hadn't seen each other for two years.

Two years ago, they had registered their marriage by their families' arrangement and then had gone their separate ways.

For two years, they had nothing to do with each other, a business marriage, existing in name only.

Once Qiao Xi entered the circle, she had startled the entire entertainment industry with her beauty. Her fame rose rapidly, and netizens along with industry insiders hailed her as the top "Goddess of Divine Beauty."

In the entertainment industry, beauties were abundant, but no one could rival Qiao Xi in terms of beauty.

Truly as if she was being spoon-fed by the heavens themselves.

The man sitting next to Shen Dang's eyes suddenly lit up, "It's the Goddess of Divine Beauty, Brother Dang, do you want her autograph?"

A lazy voice drifted over, "Don't know her, who is she?"

His eyebrows were lowered, showing a lack of interest.

Shen Dang's casual tone made the man choke, "Aren't you planning to enter the entertainment industry? Don't you even want to learn a bit about it?"

"Not even knowing Teacher Qiao, are you even a man?"

Shen Dang merely hummed.

A monotonous and perfunctory word.

Their voices were kept low, but Qiao Xi still caught some of it.

Since he regarded her as a stranger, she felt no need to force herself upon him.

There were quite a few people from the circle and some journalist friends at the wedding today.

Qiao Xi, while dealing with some guests wanting to take photos with her, almost had her smile stiffen, and the meal tasted bland.

The air in the banquet hall felt stuffy, and Qiao Xi was ready to leave.

"Teacher Qiao, may I sit here?" A young man came from behind and sat down in the empty chair next to Qiao Xi.

The newcomer was a male artist she was working with.

Qiao Xi nodded, "Sure, I'm just going to the restroom."

Qiao Xi picked up her Chanel purse and left. As she came out of the restroom, her assistant happened to message her. She lowered her head to respond and accidentally bumped shoulders with someone.

"Sorry."

Qiao Xi looked up, meeting Shen Dang's exceptionally handsome face, and instinctively furrowed her eyebrows, almost blurting out a remark.

The man's thin lips curled into a half-smile, half-smirk, "Trying to scam?"

God damn scam.

Qiao Xi's eyes and brows were cold, her demeanor calm, "Scam? Does Mr. Shen have something on him worth scamming?"

How shameless.

"Do you still want to scam?" Shen Dang clicked his tongue lightly, his face losing its playful look, and casually threw her two cold words, "Dream on."

Qiao Xi rolled her eyes at the back of Shen Dang's retreating figure.

He was insinuating that their marriage was a scam orchestrated by her Qiao Family.

Qiao Xi returned to the banquet hall to say goodbye to the bride and went straight for the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, she hurriedly pressed the down button.

There were two men standing in the elevator.

Qiao Xi looked up, seeing one of the silhouettes, her willow-shaped eyebrows seemingly furrowed.

How had she run into him again?