C80 (1/2)

This mask fit An Shengmei's wishes perfectly and she wore it on her face without saying anything. The mask was very light, like a light muslin cloth covering one's face, and it did not give off an uncomfortable feeling. In order to not be separated from An Shengmei, Chen Xiye held the mask in her hand and did not wear it.

Champagne towers and black suits were everywhere, and the lights were dimmed, making the person's silhouette appear soft. As the clothes fluttered, the sounds of people coming and going to drink could be heard, but no noises could be heard.

The piano's sound rang out in a corner of the hall. It was a very slow tune, causing one to unconsciously slow down their steps and become lazy, completely blending in.

An Shengmei didn't really know how to drink, so she instructed her to make a show of holding a cup. If someone toasted him, she would sip, but there was no need to finish his cup.

With that, Chen Xiye hid into the crowd. One must know that the more relaxed a person was, the more Wu Yi would agree on the contract.

But she ignored the number of people around her …. When many people saw that An Shengmei looked like she was taking care of newbies when she just arrived, they all raised their cups with an attitude of taking care of the newbies. As a result, before the banquet had even officially started, An Shengmei had already drunk most of it.

Not daring to look around, she found a corner to sit down in and finally let out a sigh of relief. In fact, there weren't many people wearing masks and those in their forties wouldn't do such childish things. However, they were talking to each other on the third floor and the top floor.

However, she came as the company's boss, not a junior who had long knowledge and connections. She couldn't help but look at the girl in front of her. She was in her twenties, looking like she wasn't easy to get along with.

Since she was holding onto a thick book and reading through such an occasion calmly, she did not wear a mask. However, she kept her head down, making An Shengmei unable to see her face.

Perhaps because she felt An Shengmei's gaze, the girl slowly raised her head.

”Siqi.”

The girl put down the book and stretched out her hand. An Shengmei didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that she had a perfectly round frame when she spoke.

”My name is An Shengmei, you, hello.” Without much thought, he intertwined his ten fingers and discovered a small ring on the girl's ring finger.

”You …”

”I'm married.” The girl took over An Shengmei's words, and laughed indifferently: ”You're very special.” Yes, something special that doesn't know anything. If you know, you might not feel that way anymore, the girl told herself.

”So early?” An Shengmei asked in shock, and even felt that the girl was pitiful.

Just as he wanted to ask more, the crowd started arguing, An Shengmei looked over, but was unable to find anything.

”You want to see what happened?” The girl asked her, but An Shengmei shook her head, ”If you can block her, it's better if you don't squeeze through.”

”I'll show you.” Siqi turned her head, holding the book in one hand and dragging An Shengmei with the other as she ran for the second floor.

”Sigh, wait …” Isn't it impossible to go up there? But the old housekeeper, who was standing at the foot of the stairs, watched them run up without saying a word, as if he hadn't seen them.