The president is a paranoid.

  The corners of the young man's lips rose slightly with an enchanting smile, but his gaze at her was dull and lifeless, like a dead sea.

  He slowly raised his right hand and hooked her left thumb, "Pulling the hook up, one hundred years unchanged. Qiqi, this is what you taught me."

  She stared blankly at their intertwined fingers, gazing at his face close at hand.

  Yes... That's the gesture she taught him, a promise between them.

  And now he's making a promise to her that neither of them can take back!

  ——————

  Xia Qi was on her way to work at night, when she heard Liu Meimei, who was also a waitress, say that the club seemed to have received some famous people tonight, and Manager Wang personally welcomed them into the private room.

  In this club, Manager Wang rarely takes the initiative to greet guests, in other words, the guests who can be greeted by this manager are usually those with a very strong background.

  "In that group of people, they all showed great respect to a man who looked quite young. The man was pretty good-looking, but those eyes..." Liu Meimei's words trailed off as she suddenly stopped speaking.

  "What's wrong with your eyes?" Xia Qi asked.

  "It's hard to describe, it's like when he looks at you, you feel like an inanimate object. Those eyes, completely without any ups and downs, are simply... hollow!" Liu Meimei finally managed to find a descriptive word with great difficulty.

  Hollow...

  In Xia Qi's mind, a pair of eyes as beautiful as the stars but empty and hollow suddenly flashed by. It was a pair of eyes that she had almost buried deep in her memory.

  "Qiqi, I'll let you go, but only for ten years. After ten years, you will completely and utterly belong to me."

  In her memory, his voice was clear and cold, yet it was like a curse that made her wake up from her dreams in the dead of night.

  Was that a promise or just a joke?

  She cleaned up a table in the main hall, Xia Qi carried a plate into the kitchen and heard several waiters discussing that something seemed to have happened in a certain private room. One of the waiters "accidentally" spilled wine on a customer's clothes in order to attract their attention.

  Xia Qi put down the plate and walked out of the kitchen, only to see Manager Wang's face turn iron-green. After seeing Xia Qi, he said in a cold voice, "Go to the wine cellar and bring three bottles of 1973 Lafite to the Zhu Mengge suite."

  1973 red wine is rare, even in clubs, there's not much stock.

  Xia Qi took three bottles of red wine, holding a tray, and just walked to the door of the private room, she had already heard the woman's sobbing voice, as well as the man's humming and mocking voice. "Manager Wang, how do you think this matter should be settled? Why did your waiter have to provoke her, tsk tsk..."

  When Xia Qi went in, Manager Wang was speaking in a low and humble tone, while Liu Meimei shrank to one side, her whole body trembling with fear, her makeup smeared from crying, and a clear red palm print on her face.

  Those guests, either standing or sitting, had expressions of disdain, amusement, and some were simply watching the commotion.

  There was only one person, with his head down, slowly and leisurely playing with his phone, as if the scene in front of him had nothing to do with him at all.

  From Xia Qi's perspective, the opponent's nearly flawless side profile can be seen, with a straight nose bridge, jet-black hair, and due to his lowered head, it falls in front of his smooth and full forehead, also blocking his eyes. However, even so, one can sense that this is an extremely handsome man.