Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 100 Using Me, Is It Fun?

The birthday party ended at 8:30.

The driver hadn't arrived yet, so Shen Guining stood at the restaurant entrance waiting for the car.

Under the cover of night, the lights shone brightly, making the surroundings as bright as day.

Qi Heng had drunk too much and walked out unsteadily. He stumbled as he passed Shen Guining and almost fell.

Shen Guining instinctively helped him up, "Are you alright?"

Qi Heng steadied himself. "It's alright."

I don't know how much he drank, but his face was flushed with a tipsy blush.

Just as Shen Guining was about to let go, he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her close with great force.

His voice was low and dejected, "Ningning, why didn't you wait for me..."

Shen Guining immediately pushed him away, "You've had too much to drink, Qi Heng, let go."

She wasn't strong enough to push a tall, adult male.

Qi Heng continued, "I tried to contact you, but you changed your contact information. I wanted you to wait for me for two years, but I had nothing then and couldn't offer you a future..."

"But why, you already belong to someone else..."

"Do you remember, we made a promise that we would watch the snow together again in the future..."

He vividly remembers every little thing they did together.

Once, Shen Guining got drunk at a bar and was almost forcibly taken away by someone with ill intentions. Later, he taught her a few self-defense techniques.

Also, they once played an escape room game together, escaping from a school that was about to explode, and he held her hand tightly.

At that time, I thought, how wonderful it would be if we could hold hands like this forever.

Unfortunately, they eventually got separated.

"Qi Heng, don't do this!" Shen Guining struggled to break free.

Sensing her rejection, Qi Heng finally let go and apologized, "I'm sorry."

He just wanted to hug her one last time.

Shen Guining took a step back and looked at him. "The past is the past. We all have new lives. You will meet better people in the future."

Qi Heng didn't speak, he just shook his head.

There won't be anyone better, and even if there were, it wouldn't be you.

At that moment, a Cullinan was parked on the side of the road opposite the guardrail.

The car's lines are sharp and cold, like a cheetah lurking in the night.

The air pressure inside the carriage was low, and a sense of oppression pervaded the space.

The two people in the front row dared not utter a sound.

Han Yi glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a large, well-defined hand gripping a silver-plated lighter, the palm tightening its grip, the veins on the back of the hand bulging.

The lighter was lit, and a pale blue flame shot up with a soft crackling sound.

Qu Yanci held the cigar to his lips, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke.

His face was cold and indifferent, his eyes deep and dark, enough to devour everything.

Han Yi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

I have an important event to attend in a little while, and I'm already late. If I'm any later, I'll be too late.

Who would have thought that I would witness this scene while passing by this street?

After much hesitation, he still spoke up despite the pressure, reminding him, "President Qu, the banquet will end in half an hour."

Qu Yanci's gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window, witnessing the entire event.

After a long pause, he uttered two words: "Drive."

The voice was completely flat, yet chillingly cold.

The driver's hands trembled slightly as he slowly started the engine and pressed the accelerator.
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Qi Heng, drunk, took a taxi and left.

Shen Guining breathed a sigh of relief.

The driver called her, saying that the car had broken down and he couldn't make it.

She said it was nothing.

She was very close to the Peninsula Hotel and suddenly didn't want to take a taxi back to her apartment.

It takes forty minutes to get back, and I'm too lazy to go through the hassle.

Anyway, I fed Ruby before we went out at night.

She opened WeChat and told Qu Yanci: "I'll stay in your suite tonight."

There was no need to take a taxi; it was only a ten-minute walk to the hotel. Shen Guining took the elevator directly to the top floor and opened the door with her fingerprint.

Stepping into the entryway, I reached out and pressed the light switch on the wall.

The lobby was bright and spacious.

She went back to her bedroom to take a shower first.

I've stayed here a few times; they keep her clothes and skincare products here.

After spending an hour in the bathroom, Shen Guining dried her hair, lay down on the bed to rest, and picked up her phone to check WeChat.

Qu Yanci hasn't replied to her yet.

He was probably busy; he often had to hold transoceanic meetings at night.

Just then, Zhu Sixuan called over via video.

Shen Guining answered the call.
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Qu Yanci made an appearance at the banquet. The host was a political figure from Hong Kong Island who had personally invited him, and he couldn't refuse.

He left after a short conversation.

After getting in the car, the driver asked for the destination.

Qu Yanci, craving a cigarette, lit another one and said in a low, cold voice, "Back to the hotel."

Nicotine enters the lungs, causing chest tightness and discomfort.

Some things need to be laid out and explained clearly.

He thought the past didn't need to be brought up again, but now it seems that for her, it might not be over yet.

Han Yi noticed that Mr. Qu smoked three cigars along the way, the first time he had ever seen him break his self-control.

The atmosphere inside the car was silent and oppressive, the air heavy.

We arrived at the hotel entrance at 10:00 AM.

Qu Yanci pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Long legs stride confidently beneath black trousers, muscles bulging the trouser legs with powerful strides.

Two minutes to the top-floor suite.

The living room lights were on, but no one was home.

Qu Yanci walked around the side hall and headed towards the master bedroom.

The slippers automatically muffled the sound when they stepped on the thick carpet.

The door was not closed; it was half open.

As you get closer, you can hear a little girl's voice coming from inside.

She's video chatting with someone.

With the hands-free connection turned on, Zhu Sixuan's voice came through the receiver, "You don't want those 10% of Shen's shares? That was left to you by your grandfather!"

Shen Guining lay on the bed, resting her chin on her hands, and said helplessly, "What can I do? I have no face to ask Mr. Qu for help again."

Zhu Sixuan: "It's nothing to him at all."

Shen Guining bit her lip and sighed, "I already felt guilty. I was lying to him when I first approached him."

“I am a bad woman. I have been using him to help me get rid of the Shen family and the Zhou family.”

“If Zhou Shilin hadn’t gone looking for trouble with you, I would never have gone back to him.”

"Besides, I never thought about a future with him; we might break up at any time..."

"So I don't want to owe him too much."

After listening to her, Zhu Sixuan nodded, "You're right."

So engrossed in their conversation, Shen Guining didn't notice anyone at the door.

"You were desperate back then, so don't blame yourself too much," Zhu Sixuan comforted her. "Don't think about it so much, go to sleep early."

"OK, good night."

Just as Shen Guining hung up the video call, a sinister voice suddenly came from behind her, "Using me, is it fun?"

In that instant, she felt a chill run through her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her limbs stiffening. "Mr. Qu..."

Shen Guining sat up in bed, looking at the man in front of her, her mind blank.

When did he come?
Shouldn't he be in Beijing?
Did he hear everything that was said just now?

In just a few seconds, her thoughts were in turmoil, and feelings of guilt, helplessness, and fear almost overwhelmed her.

Qu Yanci stood there, expressionless, his gaze coldly scrutinizing her face.

Shen Guining dared not look into his eyes; her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.