"Stop." An unhappy voice suddenly sounded.
As soon as Lan Chu reached the door of the box, Mr. Ji suddenly stood up and chased after him at a rapid pace, "Do I agree to let you go?"
Hearing this, Lan Chu's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
She glanced at Mr. Ji with her peripheral vision. Since she had just drank a glass of wine, she already felt a slight pain in her stomach.
Lan Chu had to remove most of his stomach to treat gastric cancer. Not to mention things like tobacco and alcohol, he had a lot of things to pay attention to in his daily diet. He took care of his stomach very carefully...
Not to mention that she only has half a stomach now. Even when she was healthy before, she couldn't drink much wine.
"Master Ji." Lan Chu raised his hand and pressed his belly.
But she didn't want to show her vulnerability too obviously, "I've already drank as you wished, what else do you want to do?"
The man looked at her nonchalantly, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of her hand pressing her abdomen. When Lan Chu noticed it, he immediately withdrew his hand and straightened his waist as much as possible, pretending to be okay.
"I didn't expect Miss Qingli to be quite famous."
Ji Shaowei raised his chin, "You said you came to discuss investment with us, but we didn't talk about the matter. You even dropped your rhetoric and said you didn't want to cooperate anymore. Who gave you such courage?"
A hint of impatience flashed across Lan Chu's eyebrows.
She frowned slightly and looked up at him, "Then what else does Mr. Ji want? To continue drinking here with you? I'm afraid Mr. Ji has no intention of discussing projects with me."
She finally understood that today was the Hongmen Banquet.
This Young Master Ji might have recognized her before, but he was sure that Aaron wouldn't be able to come with her today, so he found this excuse to ask her out to socialize.
But Lan Chu didn't know what his purpose was.
"Miss Qingli, don't talk too much. I came here with 50 million investment sincerely. As for whether you want the money or not... it depends on how you behave."
Mr. Ji glanced at the woman he was holding in his arms out of the corner of his eye.
The young woman stood up immediately, opened a bottle of champagne and walked to Lan Chu, "Drink it, Miss Qingli."
Lan Chu's beautiful eyes narrowed and stared at the bottle of champagne...
The alcohol content of the champagne was much higher than that of Pretty in Pink. Her stomach was already at its limit with that glass of wine, and she would never drink it again.
Looking at the bottle of wine, her stomach hurt even more.
Lan Chu's face looked a little ugly, but she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her stomach, pressing down slightly to relieve the pain.
"What will happen if I don't drink?" she asked.
…
At the same time, in another box.
Bai Jingchen was leaning casually on the leather sofa. His slender legs were crossed, and a black folder was placed on it. It was rare that he had not drank, but he was also a little absent-minded.
The man in a burgundy suit who came with him was chatting about the details in the document, but he didn't get any response, so he called out, "Brother Chen."
Bai Jingchen seemed to be a little distracted. His eyes had no clear focus and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Brother Chen!" The man's voice became louder.
He poked the person next to him with his elbow, and Bai Jingchen quickly came back to his senses and looked at him, "What?"
"What are you thinking about?" The man in the burgundy suit was confused.
He pointed to a quotation on the document and said, "I'm asking you about the profit point. Why do you think you're absent-minded tonight? Are you in a bad mood or don't want to talk to me?"
"No." Bai Jingchen pursed her lips lightly.
He frowned without trace, and then laughed self-deprecatingly—he had been divorced from Lan Chu for so long, if she really had a boyfriend...
What does it have to do with him? What qualifications does he have
There was a hint of mockery in Bai Jingchen's eyebrows. He closed his eyes and took a nap to abandon all distracting thoughts.
"Go on." He opened the folder in his lap.
The people next to him continued to talk about the terms on the folder. Although Bai Jingchen was not completely distracted this time, half of his mind could not help but drift to Lan Chu...
Until a sound suddenly sounded, "Pa—"
Bai Jingchen's heart inexplicably tightened following this voice. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked outside the box.
"What's going on?" The man in the suit also looked over there.
The sound came from the corridor, but their box door was closed and they didn't know what exactly happened.
But Bai Jingchen felt a vague feeling of uneasiness in her heart...
The man in the suit immediately stood up and said, "I'll go find the manager and let them handle it. You can make trouble near the box? Isn't this disturbing people's business discussions?"
As he spoke, he quickly walked out of the box.
Bai Jingchen lightly twirled his fingertips, and the uneasy feeling in his heart seemed to be pulling him secretly, making him stand up immediately, "I'll go out and take a look too."
…
Lan Chu still refused to drink and left the box.
Mr. Huang tried to be the peacemaker in the middle, but he didn't expect that Mr. Ji was not a good person. He chased her out, grabbed her wrist and threw her against the wall, "Bang -"
Lan Chu's back suddenly hit the wall, and the pain made her frown slightly, "I told you, I won't drink."
"Don't drink? What are you afraid of, Miss Qingli?"
Mr. Ji directly said harsh words, "Don't forget, you are no longer a rich and wealthy young lady, nor a wife from any aristocratic family, you are just a dirty cousin in the entertainment industry. How dare you not drink when your sponsor asks you to drink?" Or are you afraid of something being exposed? "
Lan Chu's face became increasingly ugly.
Her stomach was getting more and more painful. Under the stimulation of alcohol, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, her legs were even a little weak, and there was a slight fishy-sweet feeling rising up in her throat...
"Or give me every drop of this bottle of wine!"
"Or, tomorrow's headline in the entertainment industry will be that you, Miss Qingli, faked her death and got a divorce! It's up to you!"
Lan Chu was already disturbed by stomach pain and his brain was a little confused.
There was a faint double image in front of her eyes, but the young woman twisted her slim figure and walked up to her.
"Miss Qingli, I advise you to drink the wine obediently. There will be no bad consequences if you go against Mr. Ji." She gently shook the bottle in front of Lan Chu.
"Bang—" The sound of breaking glass suddenly sounded.
Lan Chu suddenly raised his hand and struck, and the wine bottle in the woman's hand was thrown to the ground unexpectedly. The bottle broke into pieces, and the wine exploded, soaking into the carpet in a sticky consistency.
The young woman's expression changed, "You..."
But just when she was about to raise her hand to slap her, she saw Lan Chu's back pressed against the wall. Her face was as ugly as white paper, and the cold sweat on her forehead was scary.
She slid down slowly against the wall, and the young woman panicked instantly, "Hey... I haven't done anything yet. Don't pretend to be weak and frame me here. I'm telling you!"
(End of chapter)