Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Chapter 441 The Male Protagonists’ White Moonlight 3

The cell phone screen glowed coldly in the dim storage room. Su Wanwan stared at the jumping words on the anonymous text message, her nails digging deep into her palms.

"Come to Night Lounge VIP8 quickly, there is a surprise." Just a few words, but they wrapped around her heart like a poisonous snake - that place should have been her stage.

A pungent smell of oil smoke wafted from the bar's kitchen. Su Wanwan stuffed her cell phone into a cheap canvas bag. Her pale face and washed-out work clothes were reflected in the mirror.

Three days ago, she was kicked out of Jiang Xu's apartment, and now she received such an anonymous invitation. Her intuition told her that this was a trap, but the resentment in her heart grew like weeds.

"Maybe some young master thought of me..." She forced a weak smile in front of the mirror and secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

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In front of the bar, three young bosses with beer bellies were holding their glasses and laughing.

"Little sister, will you have a drink with me?" A sticky hand rested on her shoulder. Su Wanwan suppressed her nausea and held the glass with trembling fingertips: "Boss, I, I really can't drink..."

"Why are you pretending to be so noble!" The drunken man suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the smell of cheap perfume mixed with alcohol hit her face. "You work in a bar and you're still pretending to be pure?"

The crisp sound of the glass hitting the ground alarmed the people around. Su Wanwan took the opportunity to break free and staggered into the bathroom.

Cold water washed the red marks on the back of her hand. She stared at her disheveled self in the mirror and suddenly remembered Meng Qiqi wearing the necklace given by Fu Chenzhou at the auction, and the look in Lu Chen's eyes when he looked at Meng Qiqi in the gallery.

“Why…” His nails dug deep into his palms, blood seeping out and staining the bandage red, “I’m the one they like…”

The neon lights of the Night Lounge turned into strange spots of light in the rain.

Su Wanwan rushed into the hall clutching the wet hem of her skirt. The receptionist glanced at her cheap canvas shoes with disgust.

As the elevator rose, she touched up her lipstick in front of the mirror and deliberately ruffled her hair to create a pitiful look.

Outside the VIP8 box, she heard Meng Qiqi's cute laughter mixed with the sound of dice colliding.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The pungent smell of cigar hit me in the face, and six pairs of cold eyes looked at the door at the same time.

Su Wanwan's smile froze on her face - Fu Chenzhou put his arm around Meng Qiqi's waist, Jiang Xu stopped playing with playing cards, and even the usually gentle Ji Nange frowned.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Su?" Meng Qiqi tilted her head and chuckled, playing with the cufflinks on Fu Chenzhou's suit with her fingertips. "It's so late, are you here to apply for the bartender position?"

A low laugh erupted in the box. Su Wanwan looked at the dazzling diamond necklace around Meng Qiqi's neck. It should have belonged to her!

"I, I received a text message..." Her voice became increasingly quiet, but Meng Qiqi took out her phone and shook it. "Anonymous text message? Looks like someone, like me, enjoys watching melodrama."

Fu Chenzhou suddenly stood up, and his leather shoes made a crisp sound as they crushed the ice on the ground.

Su Wanwan subconsciously stepped back, but bumped into Xu Mingyuan's arms.

"Don't touch me, you dirty thing." The man pushed her away in disgust. Su Wanwan fell to the ground in embarrassment, and the sound of her cheap skirt being torn was particularly harsh.

After Su Wanwan fell onto the Persian carpet, her hair stuck to her tear-stained cheeks, and the shoulder straps of her cheap dress slipped off, revealing half of her pale collarbone.

She propped herself up tremblingly, tears still hanging on her eyelashes, and tried to touch the men's gazes with her most tender eyes - but when she looked around, she only met Fu Chenzhou's iron-hard brows, Jiang Xu's cold scrutiny behind the glasses, and Zhou Lin's undisguised disgust as he turned his face away.

"Fu...Mr. Fu..." She choked and reached out to the familiar figure, her voice broken like a baby bird with its neck strangled.

However, Fu Chenzhou simply placed the whiskey glass heavily on the carved coffee table, causing the ice cubes to shake violently in the amber liquor, "Don't dirty my carpet."

Meng Qiqi leaned back on the leather sofa, slowly twirling the champagne glass with her fingers painted with burgundy nail polish.

The light from the crystal chandelier fell on the diamond necklace around her neck, reflecting fine and sharp light.

"Miss Su, are you going to perform the sequel to 'My Pity'?" She arched her brows, her red lips curled up in a curve that held no warmth. "But this isn't a movie studio, and you aren't your exclusive audience."

Su Wanwan froze in place, her fingertips still stretched out.

She looked at the jade bracelet on Meng Qiqi's wrist, which was something she had been determined to win at the auction.

Looking at the undisguised mockery in the other person's eyes, I suddenly remembered how those carefully planned "encounters" in the gallery last month were easily exposed.

There was a rusty taste in her throat, and she forced herself to squeeze out a more gentle expression: "Sister Qiqi, I just... just received a strange text message..."

"Strange text message?" Jiang Xu twirled his cigar, the smoke condensing into a thin mist on his gold-rimmed glasses. "Do you want me to ask the technical department to check the anonymous number? But Miss Su seems to be very good at dealing with anonymous people - such as those bosses in the bar who want to 'take care' of you?"

The air in the box froze instantly.

Su Wanwan's face suddenly changed as she thought of the surveillance video sent by Meng Qiqi.

She turned to look at Zhou Lin in panic, only to find that the e-sports god was wiping the cuffs of his sweatshirt that she had stained.

Ji Nange's slender fingers were already resting on the piano-key-shaped table again, tapping out an anxious rhythm.

Even the usually gentle Gu Nanzhou took off his stethoscope-shaped necklace and wiped the lens expressionlessly.

"It turns out that Miss Su likes this kind of exciting game." Meng Qiqi stood up, and her high heels made a crisp sound as she stepped on the broken ice on the ground.

As she leaned over, the oppressive scent of Chanel No. 5 hit her face. "How about I give you another gift?"

The phone screen lit up, and it showed a picture of Su Wanwan flushing the torn IOU down the toilet in the bar bathroom.

Su Wanwan's pupils suddenly shrank.

Those high-interest loan notes... She looked up suddenly and met Meng Qiqi's half-smile.

"Surprised?" The girl swiped her finger across the screen, magnifying Su Wanwan's ferocious expression. "Do you think you're safe hiding in the third locker?"

Fu Chenzhou suddenly stood up, and the hem of his suit swept across Su Wanwan's head.

When the man bent down, Su Wanwan instinctively shrank back, but she heard him coldly ordering into the intercom: "Call security, clear out the unnecessary people."

"Wait!" Su Wanwan screamed and grabbed Fu Chenzhou's trouser leg, "I am yours..." Before she finished speaking, Meng Qiqi suddenly poured a whole glass of champagne on her head.

Bubbles mixed with wine slid down Su Wanwan's face. Her soaked skirt clung to her body, making her look so disheveled that she had lost the last bit of her beauty.

"Mr. Fu's what?" Meng Qiqi wiped her hands slowly with a tissue, her voice cloyingly sweet. "Pet? Plaything? Or... a substitute?"

She suddenly leaned close to Su Wanwan's ear and lowered her voice, "Remember, you're not even qualified to be a substitute - after all, who would like a fake that's stained with dirty water?"

When Su Wanwan's crying and screaming were isolated outside the box door, Meng Qiqi sat back down next to Fu Chenzhou.

The man tightened his grip around her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "You want to see a show so badly?"

"Of course." She tilted her head back and drank the remaining wine in her glass, watching Su Wanwan being dragged away by the security guards. "After all, what's more exciting than a melodrama is seeing the true face of a clown revealed with your own eyes."

Thunder exploded outside the window, and in the rain, Su Wanwan's desperate cries gradually dissipated in the depths of the neon lights.

The air in the box was still filled with the smoke of gunpowder, and Su Wanwan's embarrassed figure seemed to still cast an afterimage on the carpet.

Meng Qiqi casually lifted her drooping hair, and the diamond necklace shone coldly between her collarbones. She picked up the refilled champagne glass and glanced at the six men with different expressions.

"What? Were you scared by that scene just now?" She swirled the sparkling wine in her glass, her red lips curled up in a provocative arc, "If you don't continue playing, I'll go back to catch up on my beauty sleep."

As soon as the words fell, the box fell into an eerie silence, with only the humming sound of the central air conditioner being clearly audible.

Fu Chenzhou was the first to break the deadlock. He flicked the ashtray with his fingers, and the cigar ashes fell. "Miss Meng's trick is even more exciting than the roulette in the casino."

He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "But it's such a bummer to leave like this."

Warm breath brushed past her ears, but Meng Qiqi accurately caught the inquiry surging in his eyes - this man was probably trying to figure out how many cards she had up her sleeve.

Jiang Xu spun the whiskey glass, the ice cubes clattering against each other with a crisp sound like cracking jade. "It's okay to continue playing, but Miss Meng has to show some sincerity."

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses as precise as a scalpel. "For example, explain how you even knew about Su Wanwan's IOU?"

Meng Qiqi tilted her head and chuckled, then suddenly leaned forward.

The six men's gazes subconsciously focused on her, but she reached out and picked up the dice cup on the table. The coolness of the metal against her palm made her more sober. "Games are just games. If you take them seriously, you'll lose."

With a flip of his wrist, the dice made a clattering sound in the cup. "Or are you guys scared?"

Zhou Lin suddenly tugged at the hood of his sweatshirt, his ears flushed red. "Who, who's scared? Come again!"

This player, who is famous for his bad temper in the e-sports circle, is like a lit firecracker at this moment.

He reached out and grabbed the dice cup, shaking it vigorously with a hint of anger. At the moment the number froze, he stared at the glaring "one" and slapped the sofa in annoyance.

"Truth or Dare?" Meng Qiqi propped up her chin and deliberately moved closer to him.

Zhou Lin hurriedly shrank back, and the back of his head hit the back of the sofa, causing a burst of laughter.

"Big, big adventure!"

"Go give a toast to the most aggressive investor in the next box and say, 'You have a much better temper than my ex-girlfriend.'"

Meng Qiqi blinked, her tone too innocent.

The box erupted in laughter. Zhou Lin looked at her cunning eyes and suddenly realized that he had fallen into a trap - that investor was the ruthless guy who almost forced him to quit the circle because of the team contract issue some time ago.

Xu Mingyuan lazily shuffled the cards, which fluttered between his fingers like butterflies. "Miss Meng's punishment is quite harsh."

He suddenly threw out the King of Spades and said, "Why don't I join in the fun?"

As the game continued, the atmosphere in the box became increasingly heated.

Ji Nange was forced to improvise "The Most Dazzling National Style" on the piano, Gu Nanzhou was asked to use medical terms to speak sweet words, and Jiang Xu sent a message to his business rival in front of everyone saying "You look so cute in pink socks."

Meng Qiqi laughed so hard that she fell backwards, not caring that the champagne spilled on her skirt.

Fu Chenzhou looked at her unbridled appearance, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

This woman could always easily break his control, wreak havoc on his territory, yet was damned hard to look away from.

He reached out and wiped the wine stains from the corners of her lips, his movements as intimate as a couple in love: "Have you had enough fun?"

"It's still early." Meng Qiqi held his wrist, her fingertips gently stroking his palm. "Tonight is so fun, I have to have a good time - after all, the opportunity to embarrass you male gods doesn't come every day."

The rain outside the window stopped at some point, and the neon lights reflected brilliant spots of light in the puddles.

Meng Qiqi leaned back on the sofa, looking at the chaotic yet exciting scene before her, feeling a surge of pleasure in her heart.

This is the script she wants - no stand-in, no white moonlight, only her standing in the center of the stage, controlling everything.