For someone with a keen sense of smell like Qiao Nian, every second spent here was undoubtedly torture. Not to mention the noisy chatter inside, and the media taking photos all the time around...
If Qiao Nian hadn't agreed to accompany him, he would have turned around and left the moment he entered the venue.
"You want to leave?" Ye Wangchuan said to Miuo and took her away: "You can leave anytime you want. Let's go, let's go back."
Qiao Nian suppressed the sticky boredom in her blood and glanced at him: "Are you done?"
Ye Wangchuan grabbed her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. He really liked the feeling of interlocking their fingers and being inseparable. "I'm done."
He came here this time just to show Qiao Nian's face.
Now that the journalists and people who come to Gtwe have seen who is around him, there is no need to stay here any longer.
Besides, Qiao Nian didn't look well.
"Let's go."
Ye Wangchuan said to Miuo: "We're leaving first."
Miuo raised his hand and waved: "Let's go, let's go. I'll treat you to dinner again some other time when I have the chance, especially Miss Qiao."
As one of the heirs of a fashion group, he knows Qiao Nian's background better than many people in the country. This person is the famous Sun.
The royal family of M has suffered at the hands of this man.
Miuo is too interested in Qiao Nianke.
He was not interested emotionally; it was purely out of the natural curiosity of a capable person towards another capable person.
"Let's talk about it another day." Ye Wangchuan didn't like the interest in Qiao Nian's eyes, so he used his shoulder to block Qiao Nian without leaving a trace, then said hello to Tang Ning and left with his men.
…
The air outside was fresh and free. Qiao Nian finally got rid of the heavy and tangled perfume smell in the venue and took a breath of fresh air.
Just as she was about to put her hands in her pockets, she realized that she was wearing a skirt. She held her forehead with her hand and said to Ye Wangchuan, "Let's go, go back early. I still need to discuss the amount of acetyl with Master Feng."
When Ye Wangchuan saw her hands fall into empty air, he curled his thin lips and turned his head to talk to Qiao Nian: "...Mr. Feng." Before he finished speaking, a sudden and sharp voice interrupted their conversation.
"You shameless mistress accomplice, go to hell—"
Accompanied by a sharp roar.
A figure rushed towards them, holding a bottle filled with some unknown liquid in his hand, and splashed it on Qiao Nian's face.
It all happened so suddenly.
Some reporters who were still outside saw this scene and screamed.
"ah!"
"That is-"
The scene was in chaos.
But in this emergency situation, let alone whether the security guards could arrive in time, even the reporters close to them could not react that quickly.
Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze turned cold, and he was about to raise his elbow to block the unknown liquid from splashing out.
"careful."
At this moment, everything in front of her went dark, and she was held tightly in someone's arms, blocking her from the noisy world around her.
Before Qiao Nian could react, she heard a muffled groan above her head. The person holding her tightened his arms and bent his back like a fully drawn longbow.
Qiao Nian felt that all the sounds around him disappeared in an instant.
She seemed to fall into a dark abyss, and her whole body felt like it was in an ice cellar. Even the warmth from her skin could not warm her body temperature at this moment.
Her body temperature instantly dropped, her eyes were bloodshot, she raised her eyes, and pulled away the man who was hugging her, her voice hoarse and out of tune: "Ye Wangchuan, are you okay? Let me take a look." (End of this chapter)