Chi Xiaoyu was still in a daze, sleeping peacefully as he turned his body to gaze at her.
A red thread ran across her snow-white neck and disappeared into the thick black hair on her back; he reached out and gently pulled the red string out.
At the end of the string, there was unexpectedly a jade pendant tied to it.
Under the light, the chicken blood jade fine stone took on the shape of a water droplet, within which one could faintly see the outline of a mermaid, crafted so exquisitely it seemed heaven-made.
Holding the warm jade pendant, a layer of pain gradually shrouded his eyes.
The next morning.
Chi Xiaoyu was awakened by the glaring sunlight.
She opened her eyes and surveyed everything in the bedroom.
Where was this place?
Confused for a long while, a throbbing pain emerged at her temples.
She rubbed her temples forcefully, and after a while, she finally remembered what happened the night before.
Right, she had stumbled upon Bo Xuan's affair and then...
Oh my God, it seemed like she had smashed someone's car, and after that, she couldn't remember anything at all.
This looked like a hotel, right? What on earth had happened last night?
Her cell phone and purse were on the bedside table, and no money was missing from her wallet.
After washing her face and loosely tying her hair into a bun, she pushed open the door of the room and stepped out.
She had very important things to do today, and they were urgent.
The moment she opened the door, she was stunned, thinking she had opened the wrong door... Wait, no, that was definitely her door; she hadn't made a mistake.
Three men stood at the door, the leader wearing a black vest, white shirt, black bow tie, and a pocket watch—a handsome uncle with a spirited and polite smile on his face.
Behind him stood two black-clad bodyguards.
"Miss Chi, hello! You can call me Butler Shi, this is a gift from our young master to Miss Chi!"
Butler Shi smiled, took a shopping bag from the bodyguard, and respectfully handed it to Chi Xiaoyu.
Chi Xiaoyu peeked inside, finding a pair of very beautiful shoes... She stealthily glanced at her own shoes, still wearing the disposable slippers from the hotel.
She suddenly remembered that she seemed to have run out barefoot the night before.
"Who is your young master?"
Butler Shi smiled and offered a finely crafted silver business card with both hands.
"This is our young master's business card; his name is Gong Beiming. Our young master said that when you wake up, he would like to set a time to properly discuss last night's events..."