From a distance, Pretty Boy was still flirting with girls, employing all sorts of tactics. Though the noise at the party made it impossible to hear what he was actually saying, his exuberant expression alone spoke volumes of his delight.
In an instant, Ye Feifei's disdain deepened: Could it be that fresh-faced pop idols these days relied solely on their looks and charm to attract fans?!
Ye Feifei exhaled wearily, about to turn away and leave, when Hua Yunliang's high-pitched voice came from behind her, "Hey~ gorgeous, we meet again. Twice in one day, we must be fated!"
—Pah! I'd rather have bad luck than fate with you!
Footsteps approached from behind. Ye Feifei, with a face full of annoyance, turned and said coldly, "Stop! For flirting, please take a left. No need to see me off, thanks!"
Having said that, she turned again, ready to quickly make her escape.
"Hey... don't go, beautiful..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Ye Feifei suddenly tumble over spectacularly!
It turned out that he was walking too fast and didn't see the ground clearly; he stepped right on the trailing end of Ye Feifei's long-tail gown. And then… the tragedy naturally followed for Ye Feifei.
Tripping wasn't a big deal; what mattered was that she fell in a big spot of tiramisu, which now adorned the white dress at her waist.
—Who is so uncivilized to throw trash and peelings around in such a high-end club?!
Turning her head, she saw Pretty Boy with an embarrassed look on his face, and most infuriatingly, his foot was shamelessly still on her dress!
Wuli baby's all energies were about to burst forth again…
Ye Feifei's eyes instantly turned fierce, and sensing danger, Hua Yunliang began trembling slightly. Before Ye Feifei could get up, he pleaded pitifully, "I'm sorry, so sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose, I swear I didn't see it, I swear on my unrivaled good looks, I really didn't mean to step on it... Please, have a big heart, don't be angry… don't be angry… I'll pay for the dress, please… don't be mad…"
His rambling apologies made Ye Feifei's head spin. With her last ounce of patience, she forced two words through clenched teeth, "Lift… foot…"
The expression on the face of Hua Yunliang, standing opposite her, suddenly turned strange, "Gorgeous… are you sure…"
Before he could finish, Ye Feifei glared and interrupted him through gritted teeth, "What do you think? Quickly, move your damn foot away from my dress!"
—If you dawdle for one more minute, just watch how I'll make you regret it!
Hua Yunliang swallowed his grievances and then lifted the foot that was on the tail of the dress. As he did, the lace hem tore along with the shoe, ruining the aesthetic of the entire garment. The next moment, without a chance to explain, he put his shoe back on and vanished faster than lightning!
—Women are fierce creatures, especially when their beauty is at stake, so naturally, the quicker you run, the better.
Ye Feifei looked sadly at her spoiled dress once again, noticing to her astonishment that Pretty Boy was wearing a pair of studded shoes today. The freakish part was that the studs were on the sole of the shoe!
This "shameless" Pretty Boy actually ruined two of her expensive dresses within a single day—how deep must their grudge have been in their past life to bring about such a "chain of disasters" in this one! He was like Ye Feifei's personal Bad Luck God, bringing disaster every time they met.
However, just at that moment, a crowd of onlookers began to gather around, once again pushing the importance of maintaining a good image to the forefront. With anger boiling inside her, Ye Feifei had no choice but to awkwardly cover the tiramisu stain on her dress, bow her head, and quickly walk back to the bar where she had been earlier.
With this, the curious onlookers gradually dispersed.
Fortunately, the bar was located in a corner of the hall, where the lighting was dim and the tables provided some cover, so her embarrassing state was somewhat concealed.
Ye Feifei took out her phone to check the time; it was still early, and she guessed there was still a long while before the party would end. Just sitting there, motionless in the stands, watching others clink glasses and dance, was utterly boring.
But what could she do?
She could only drink sulkily alone, hoping the party would end soon. Xia Yichu, who had returned at some point, didn't pay her much attention and continued to exchange pleasantries with a bunch of people Ye Feifei didn't know.
And so, Ye Feifei, lost in a slight buzz, felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. She hated that she couldn't just lay her head down on the bar and fall asleep, then wake up to find the crowd gone and no one left to see her in such a sorry state.
As she drifted between tipsiness and alertness, someone suddenly tapped her elbow forcefully, and she looked up to find Xia Yichu winking and saying, "Get up quickly, President Shen is heading this way!"
At the mention of "President Shen," the dispirited Ye Feifei instantly perked up as if injected with vigor, and sat upright like a proper lady. Looking up, she indeed saw Shen Sirui walking over, still maintaining his refined, gentlemanly demeanor. She couldn't help but admire him; in a world where flaunting wealth and racing cars were the norm, Shen Sirui was truly a breath of fresh air.
He gracefully approached the bar, looked at Ye Feifei, and smiled slightly, speaking softly, "Miss Ye, I am truly sorry for today. I hope you are enjoying yourself? If there has been any neglect in hospitality, please be generous with your understanding!"
Ye Feifei felt a jolt as if she had been electrified, and her words slightly stumbled, "President Shen is too polite... hehe..." But then, Xia Yichu gave her a fierce pinch at the waist, and she finally regained her composure, "The party is very well organized, and both the music and desserts are quite perfect. Besides, with Xiao Chu's company, it's truly an unforgettable afternoon!"
Shen Sirui's smile grew deeper, "Actually, I had heard about you from Yi Chu before, and I thought he might have been exaggerating. Seeing you today, I realize my own shortsightedness. To apologize, may I have the honor of asking you for a dance?"
This was a surprise that came crashing down on her, and the astonished Ye Feifei froze for three seconds: What should she do? She really wanted to accept, but... but...
Suddenly, the "warning" from her confidante Yu Xiaowan about seeking a wealthy husband came to mind: You can't be too reserved when fishing for a "golden bachelor." Men nowadays like initiative, and being too aloof really could leave you unmarried!
Though it was just for a second, Ye Feifei had mentally cursed that "Bad Luck God" a hundred times over in her mind!
A drunken blush crept onto her cheeks, and she slightly lowered her lashes, like a budding flower not ready to bloom too quickly for its admirer, "Thank you for the kind invitation, President Shen, I'm extremely flattered. However... unfortunately, the dress I'm wearing today has too long a hem, which might not be suitable for dancing. Perhaps another time! I definitely won't take it lightly!"
She didn't look up to see whether there was disappointment in Shen Sirui's eyes, only a small shock jumping within her heart.
After a silence of three seconds, Ye Feifei still couldn't resist looking up, only to see Shen Sirui maintaining his appropriately genial smile. She spoke uneasily, "You must be tired after being busy all this time, President Shen. Why not sit down and have a cocktail? It's not very intoxicating and is most refreshing. Would you like to try it?"
Shen Sirui smiled, "Sure!"