She was captivated by this man's stunning and unforgettable appearance, no wonder Hua Zhuan had been infatuated with him for three years and even pursued him abroad.

  The latter, a pair of bright eyes flashed a hint of astonishment, and this hint of astonishment gradually turned into a scorching gaze, as if with a hint of inquiry, the gaze was intimidating.

  Song Yuqiao took two steps forward, because her left leg had been pressed down earlier and was a bit numb. She stumbled slightly, but one hand had already grasped her arm and pulled her into a hug around the waist, leading her to stand steady on the empty ground beside them.

  The man's breath suddenly invaded her breathing space, and she could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him. Song Yuqiao's heart beat faster.

  "Thank you."

  Song Yuqiao lowered her head and said thank you, wanting to take a step back and withdraw her hand, but the high-heeled shoes under her feet suddenly twisted again, directly colliding with the man's chest once more. Her face touched the man's hard and solid chest, and because she was about to fall, her hands unconsciously wrapped around the man's sturdy waist.

  The man grasped her waist, and whether it was Song Yuqiao's misconception or not, he ambiguously rubbed against her waist twice before nonchalantly withdrawing his hand. His tone was calm as he said, "Miss Song, you need to stand firm this time."

  Song Yuqiao's skin was white with a hint of red, like a ripe red apple. She looked a bit embarrassed and said, "Thank you."

  She felt uneasy being stared at by this completely strange man and involuntarily turned her face away, bending down to pull the kite.

  With the help of hotel security, the two women were finally pulled apart. Huazhen's hand was clenched into a fist with a handful of fine hair, and her face had two bright red scratch marks.

  When the woman brushed aside the hair in front of her face, revealing a delicate and charming little face, Song Yuqiao was taken aback - this was Zhang Menglin, the female model who had been extremely popular recently.

  Zhang Menglin calmly dialed her agent's phone number and left with a parting remark to Hua Zhen, "You wait!"

  Hua Yun was like a raging bull, if not for Song Yuqiao holding him back, he would have already charged forward. "Fine, I'm waiting! Let's see who kills the other first!"

  Huā Jiàn has lost count of how many times she's come to catch Péi Sī Chéng in the act, she's been pursuing Péi Sī Chéng for three years, even going abroad despite not speaking the language. Every time there's a woman by his side, she'll rush out and claim to be his girlfriend, trying to drive them apart, but Péi Sī Chéng has always treated her like a little sister.

  Song Yu comforted Qiao An, "You have injuries on your face, do you want to go to the hospital first?"

  Hua Yun touched her cheek, took a cold breath, and suddenly cursed: "Damn it, I really regret not tearing that bitch's mouth! Alas, where is Pei Si Cheng?"

  The corridor was left with only the bright lights, and no human shadows were seen.

  "By the way, what's going on between you and Ye Zenan?" Hua Xuan pressed the elevator switch.

  Song Yuqiao lowered her eyelids and said, "I want a divorce."

  "Have you thought it through?"

  When the elevator door opened with a "ding", Song Yuqiao murmured and got on, Hua Zhen didn't hear clearly, asked again, the elevator door closed.

  Beside the elevator, in a hidden safety passage, Pei Si Cheng faintly hooked his lips, and before his eyes floated the face of Song Yu Qiao, which looked like it had cried, with a long ash on the cigarette butt between his fingers.

  It's been five years, it's really been a long time since we last met.

  He took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Investigate someone, Hua Zhen's friend, Song Yuqiao."

  On the other end of the phone, Pei Si Cheng's special investigator tapped on the keyboard, "Boss, who is Song Yu Qiao? Oh, I found one, her husband is Ye Ze Nan..."

  The man frowned deeply, "Married?"

  "On the other end of the phone continued to say, 'Yes, she's already married, her husband is Ye Zenan. Ah, isn't he your elder nephew... Hello? Hello!'"

  All that's left in the receiver is static.