Inside a quaint and conventional private room of a hotel, a man and a woman sat face to face. Because of the wine they had drunk, their faces appeared gently flushed, illuminated by the glow from the chandelier above.
"Xiao Qin, I promise you that once my work is stable, I will marry you."
The man's masculine, distinct facial features seemed even more pronounced under the light. His eyes were lifted high at the corners and he reached out to hold Shu Qin's wrist. A slight smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
The smile had barely reached his eyes when it disappeared.
Bang! The door of the private room was kicked open.
Several waiters, with apologetic faces, followed. Before they had a chance to apologize to the customers in the room, a woman who seemed mad, wearing high heels, stormed in.
"Are you Shu Qin?"
The woman was defiant, her eyes blazing as if aflame.
She clutched her Hermes bag tightly, her brow bone twitching with fury.
Shu Qin stood up, a puzzled look on her face, "Yes, I am Shu Qin. May I ask who you are?"
Just as she finished speaking.
The woman swung her hand, pouring the red wine from the table over her head.
The vibrant red wine stains trickled down her head, slowly dripping onto her white long dress.
"You lowly woman, why must you become someone else's mistress, and of all people, why must you entice my husband! I am curious whether your face is attractive or your allure in bed is better! Shameless woman!”
Before Shu Qin could react, the woman grabbed a handful of her hair.
A slap landed on her face with a "smack!" The hot, burning pain spread across her cheek immediately.
The force behind the slap was so strong that she felt dizzy, and stars swirled around her vision. A man was sitting stiffly on the couch on one side, with no intention of standing up.
Watching the squabble between these two women, there was a trace of amusement in his eyes.
"What is the meaning of this, Lawrence Li? Is she your wife? You said you didn't have any other women. Then what am I?"
With one hand, Shu Qin covered her flaming cheek, trembling with anger. Word by word, she questioned him coldly.
Only then did the man prepare to stand up and reach towards her. He started, "Shu Qin, listen to my explanation. This crazy woman, I've already wanted to divorce her long ago. The woman I want to marry is ..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Shu Qin took another glass of red wine from the table and splashed it on his face with force. She then heavily set the wine glass back on the table.
"Lawrence Li, you truly are a complete jerk," She finished. Without a glance at the astonished faces, she turned on her heel and left the private room, then headed for the restroom with long strides.
She tidied her wet hair in front of the mirror, wiped the remnants of wine from her face with a paper towel, and pushed the door open to the restroom.
As soon as she looked up, the scene that unfolded in front of her left her stunned.
A man wearing a white shirt was... unzipping his pants.
"Ah! Pervert!"
Shu Qin was so scared that she dropped her bag.
As she hurriedly picked up her bag from the ground, she found herself staring into a pair of clear blue eyes.
"You... You jerk... You sicko!"
Shu Qin quickly covered her eyes and stomped her feet in annoyance.
She wanted to leave, but it was as if her feet were glued to the floor, she couldn't move a step.
"Miss, you're in the wrong place."
"Who are you calling 'miss'? You're the 'miss'!"
Being called 'miss' so frivolously by such an exhibitionist in the hotel, the flame in Shu Qin's heart was even higher.
