Thanks to the tip from her informant Cheng Du, she already knew that Duan Qingyu was drinking with him at the club. “Li Li, are you coming over?” Ji Xueli looked at the message Cheng Du had sent her, followed by a picture.
In the photo, the man’s expression was indifferent. The faint light fell on his exquisite face as he held a whiskey glass, leaning back against the sofa with a noble yet lazy posture, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes on his face.
Beside him were two or three beautiful women. Just from the photo alone, the atmosphere seemed ambiguous and heated.
And the man in the picture was Duan Qingyu.
Ji Xueli remained unfazed as she sent a reply. “Ten minutes.”
Seeing this photo, she wasn’t angry at all—in fact, she felt a little excited. Although she wanted to complete the task quickly, if it were accomplished too easily, she would still feel somewhat regretful.
Treating it like a challenging game made it much more interesting.
Of course, the premise was that the other party had to be interesting too.
“Host, are you going over to catch an affair?” the System suddenly spoke up.
“No, I’m going to join in,” Ji Xueli said casually, her hands on the steering wheel.
“…Don’t play too hard. You don’t have the Female Lead Halo,” the System fell silent for a moment before adding.
Ji Xueli snorted coldly. “You know that too.”
“Hehe, anyway, just focus on capturing the target honestly. I believe with your beauty and intelligence, you’ll definitely succeed,” the System chuckled awkwardly.
“With him, you can’t be too honest, or you’ll get countered at any moment,” Ji Xueli shook her head.
She could still see it clearly: just when you think you’ve seen his true face, there’s another hidden mask beneath it.
She soon arrived at the club’s entrance. After getting out of the car, she casually tossed the car keys to the security guard at the door.
Soon, someone approached her and said, “Miss Ji, let me show you the way.”
Ji Xueli acknowledged with a nod.
Cheng Du and Duan Qingyu were in the club’s most exclusive private room. The people coming and going in this club were either wealthy or influential—none of them were simple.
“This is it,” the attendant led her to the door.
Ji Xueli smiled politely, and then the door was pushed open, revealing the scene inside.
There were at least a dozen people in the private room, including those accompanying them for drinks.
At a glance, only five or six of them had status and influence, with Duan Qingyu seated in the main position.
As the door opened, the conversations in the room came to a halt, and everyone turned to look at the entrance.
Duan Qingyu held a cigarette between his slender fingers, white smoke drifting past his sharp jawline. Through the haze, he looked at the woman’s cool and beautiful face.
The corners of his mouth slowly curved upward as the white smoke coiled around his knuckles.
Ji Xueli’s gaze first locked onto Duan Qingyu, then shifted to the woman beside him.
“Li Li, you’re here,” Cheng Du was the first to stand up and walk over to her.
“Master Cheng, who is this?” someone asked. This person’s demeanor and appearance clearly indicated a wealthy background, yet they had no recollection of her.
“Let me introduce her. This is Ji Xueli. She just returned from abroad not long ago,” Cheng Du said, holding Ji Xueli’s arm as he introduced her to them.
“Oh, so it’s the Ji family’s young lady,” they realized, but their eyes involuntarily drifted toward Duan Qingyu in the main seat.
Ji Xueli took it all in. She said, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen everyone.”
“Yeah, it really has been a long time. We almost forgot what Miss Ji looks like.”
“What are you talking about? My Li Li is so beautiful, how could anyone forget?” Cheng Du glared at the person.
“That’s true. How about Miss Ji sits over here by me?” they all chimed in.
“Li Li will naturally sit next to me.” Cheng Du raised an eyebrow.