“Seventh Brother, quickly tell us how you know Miss Yan and to what stage things have progressed?” Baili Ye’s eyes sparkled with the light of gossip, observing Seventh Brother’s expression, they definitely had chemistry.
Li Yeqi returned to his seat, ignoring their curiosity, calmly rearranged his cards, and raised his eyebrows slightly, lips curling into a faint smile as he pushed his cards forward, “I’ve lost.”
Apart from Mo Beicheng, the attention of the other three was captured by Li Yeqi’s cards; Baili Ye’s eyes widened, “Damn, a heavenly bust, Seventh Brother, this lady must be your lucky goddess.”
Li Yeqi didn’t speak.
He looked amused.
A lucky goddess, huh?
After the game ended, Mo Beicheng and Li Yeqi stood by the French windows smoking.
Mo looked at him quietly, asking bluntly, “Fancy her?”
Li Yeqi gave him a glance, his voice low and magnetic, “Yeah.”
“If you fancy her, then chase her.
Since…” Mo Beicheng paused, not bringing up that taboo name, “you’re not getting any younger.
It’d be good to have a woman to go through life with, at least ensure your familial life is in order.”
Li Yeqi looked down, hiding the deep emotion in his eyes.
Suddenly, he revealed a thin smile, “Beicheng, she is not just any woman, she is Mrs.
Li!”
Surprise flitted across Mo Beicheng’s stern features, “Her identity, the Li Family might not accept it.
Have you really thought it through?”
“Whether I have thought it through or not won’t change the fact.
Besides, I find her quite interesting.” Li Yeqi’s cold black eyes seemed to glow with amusement.
Mo Beicheng slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, crushing the cigarette butt in the crystal ashtray on the wrought-iron stand and slid his hands elegantly into his pockets, looking at the man in front of him enveloped in pink bubbles, he spoke in a low voice, “I don’t know her, but I know you.
Since you’ve made your decision, then just enjoy your newlywed life.”
Yan Luoxi fled the private room, her heartbeat a chaotic mess.
They had met only three times; would he think she was too forward?
No, why should she care about his opinion of her?
She patted her cheeks, trying to calm down.
Her phone in the bag pinged with message notifications.
She opened it to find several voice messages and started listening as she walked back to the room.
Standing outside the private room, she pushed the door open and entered.
The artistic girl inside had transformed into a wild one, “Erluo, you have been gone for two hours, I thought you got lost; I was about to issue a missing person alert.”
Yan Luoxi tossed her bag onto the sofa and sat across from her.
Observing her hair disheveled over her shoulders and her air of dejection, she rested her chin on her hand, “What’s the matter?
Writer’s block again?”
Tian Lingyun grabbed chunks of her hair in frustration, “It’s not that I can’t write, it’s that I’m so angry I could kill.”
“Oh?” Yan Luoxi raised an eyebrow, all ears.
Usually, this meant her friend was infuriated by one of her outrageous readers.
“One of my readers messaged me backstage asking about her boyfriend who is tall, handsome, and rich.
He takes her out to high-end restaurants and buys her LV, but he has one small flaw,” Tian Lingyun raged on.
Yan Luoxi nodded, “Sounds great, right?”
“Great my foot.
Her boyfriend likes to gamble, and when he loses, he beats her up so badly that she ends up bedridden for half a month, yet she still thinks he loves her and doesn’t want to break up with him.”
“You’re angry about this?”
“Of course I’m angry.
What’s even more infuriating is, she can’t let go not because of the guy but because of the designer bags he buys her.” Tian Lingyun’s alias is an emotional advice columnist, and to her fans, she is like an understanding big sister, so many would seek her advice backstage regarding emotional issues.
Seeing her about to explode, Yan Luoxi quickly soothed her, “Love is about willing participants on both sides, it’s not worth getting upset over it.
There, don’t be mad.”
Tian Lingyun deflated like a balloon that had been popped, slumping over the table, “Erluo, you’re right.
Love is about willing participants, like how you stuck with Lu scumbag for three years, refusing to turn back until you hit a dead end.
How naive can women be?”
A familiar pain flickered in Yan Luoxi’s heart; so her anger was because of her.
She forced a smile, “Why drag me into this all of a sudden?”
“I heard Lu scumbag blacklisted you, and it made me so mad,” Tian Lingyun straightened up, looking at her friend trying to smile through the pain.
She stood abruptly, “No, I must confront Lu scumbag; I can’t watch you get bullied by him.”
Yan Luoxi received a shock and darted forward to hug her waist, pulling her back, “Alright, sweetie, stop it.
I don’t want to end up on the trending searches again because of an ex-boyfriend’s cheating scandal.
It’s embarrassing.”
Tian Lingyun looked at Yan Luoxi with a wounded expression, “But Erluo, my heart aches for you!”
Yan Luoxi felt a tang of bitterness and gently tapped her friend’s shoulder, “Stop crying.
Who hasn’t dated a few jerks?
Just think of it as my being blind and seeing the wrong person.
Being able to admit a mistake and change is a virtue, isn’t it?”
Tian Lingyun paused, Erluo always lived more lucid and wise.
It was precisely because of this clarity that she felt more sorry for her, “So, what will you do next?”
Yan Luoxi took her hand and sat down with her on the sofa, her eyes shining as she broached the subject of work.
“Lu Zhaoran took away all the resources allocated to me.
If I want to make something of myself in the entertainment industry, I will face his entire backlash.
So, I’m planning to avoid the sharp edges and save the country with a detour.”
“How to save?”