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The dim sidelight shone on the man's cold, fair face, making his features appear indifferent and noble. His profile was well-defined, like a handsome young man who had stepped out of a comic book.

The man's lips were slightly pursed, his eyes and brows conveying a cold and distant feeling, as if he hated being stared at by Liang Yu.

Liang Yu smiled awkwardly and continued drinking by himself.

The man looked at Liang Yu's reaction as if he were seeing a stranger, and his eyes under his long eyelashes turned cold.

The man's gaze shifted to Liang Yu's trembling hand.

Her hand trembled, unable to hold the wine glass properly. Her fingers, as white as jade, were smooth and fair, except for a mark on her ring finger from years of wearing a wedding ring.

The man's gaze was deep and calm as he silently examined the empty mark on Liang Yu's ring finger.

The sudden appearance of a strange man beside him made Liang Yu inexplicably nervous.

Her hands trembled more and more violently, and some wine dripped down the rim of the glass from Liang Yu's lips.

The man's gaze swept over Liang Yu's wet lips, his voice indifferent and cold:

Why are you drinking alone?

As the alcohol surged into his brain, Liang Yu's courage also swelled.

She raised her hand to wipe the wine stains from the corner of her mouth, looked at the man with a dazed expression, and asked:

Is there a problem with drinking alone?

After Liang Yu finished speaking, he picked up his wine glass and took another big gulp.

The man lowered his gaze to Liang Yu, his long eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow on his pale cheeks. His taut lips tightened, and his voice was cold and distant.

"You're drunk. I'll have someone take you home."

Liang Yu glanced at the man, then closed her eyes briefly, as if trying to focus.

Liang Yu stared at the man for a few seconds, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Who are you? What business is it of yours whether I go home or not?"

The man looked away and replied in a detached tone:

"My name is Yan Qi."

Liang Yu stared blankly for a moment, then silently looked away.

She stared at the wine glass in front of her, then suddenly chuckled, a faint dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth. She murmured to herself in a very low voice:

"Yes, A-Qi?... "

The crowd in the bar suddenly surged and became noisy.

Attracted by the noise, Liang Yu looked blankly in the direction of the surging crowd.

A very familiar figure, surrounded by a crowd, slowly walked in from the bar entrance and headed up the stairs to the second floor.

Fang Ze, dressed in a bespoke suit and exuding an elegant demeanor, stood out in the crowd.

Shi Yue, dressed in a high-end business suit, followed behind him.

Perhaps Shi Yue wasn't used to wearing high heels, because she walked very slowly behind Fang Ze. When Fang Ze reached the stairwell, he deliberately stopped to wait for Shi Yue.

The moment Liang Yu saw Fang Ze, he turned away in a panic, like a startled rabbit, his hands clenched tightly and trembling involuntarily.

Yan Qi noticed her unusual reaction.

Yan Qi's gaze swept coldly towards Fang Ze.

When he saw Fang Ze extend a hand to the girl beside him, a poisonous liquid seemed to surge in his dark eyes hidden beneath his long eyelashes.

The pale blue veins on the back of Yan Qi's hand bulged slightly, but his tone was much gentler than before:

"You seem very afraid of being seen by Fang Ze."

Liang Yu shook his head:

"I don't know Fang Ze, and I have no relation to him."

Liang Yu reached out and grabbed the Chanel handbag, slid off the bar stool, picked up the bag, lowered his head, and hurriedly walked into the shadows in the corner.

Liang Yu hid in the shadows for a moment, and only after the group surrounding Fang Ze had gone up to the second floor did he walk quickly toward the door.

She walked out of the bar, her steps slowing down.

Liang Yu let out a long sigh of relief. After his tense nerves relaxed, he felt a little dizzy and the road under his feet was uneven.

She stumbled and finally found her car.

Just as I was about to pull the car door open, a large, bony hand suddenly pressed down on the door frame.

This hand is like a jade carving bathed in moonlight, with firm muscle lines on the back of the hand and long, slender fingers like bamboo.

Liang Yu's gaze slowly climbed upwards along the strong, muscular arm.

I saw the cuffs of the black shirt rolled up at the elbows, and the sapphire snake-shaped cufflinks gleamed coldly in the darkness.

A cold voice came from above:

"You're drunk, call a designated driver."

Liang Yu raised his head and searched in the direction of the sound.

Yan Qi was very tall. Liang Yu, who was 165 cm tall, had to look up to meet Yan Qi's downcast gaze when he stood in front of Yan Qi wearing flat shoes.

Liang Yu stared blankly at Yan Qi's handsome face, which was flawless from every angle, for a long while before a sudden realization dawned on his bewildered face:

"Oh, you're a designated driver! You can drive me then."

Yan Qi stood frozen in place, motionless.

When Yan Qi saw Liang Yu supporting himself on the car and staggering toward the passenger seat, he followed closely behind and opened the passenger door for Liang Yu.

The sapphire blue 911 roared and sped through the night at an unprecedented speed.

Yan Qi calmly stepped on the gas and drove towards the Sequoia Bay residential area.

When Liang Yu, who was under the influence of alcohol, saw the gate of the residential compound, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Turn around, turn around, I don't want to come here, I want to go to No. 28, Lishu Village."

Yan Qi glanced sideways, his eyes glancing at Liang Yu.

Seeing Liang Yu's anxious and extremely serious expression, he turned the steering wheel half a turn with one hand, stepped on the gas, and the roar of the engine leaped up into the night.

No. 28, Lishu Village.

It is the old house where Liang Yu grew up.

Tonight, Liang Yu is drinking alone in silence. After bumping into Fang Ze, he flees in panic and doesn't even go back to Fang Ze's home. What does this mean?

Yan Qi turned the air conditioning in the driver's seat to the lowest temperature, and the cold air rushed towards his upper body.

He rested one hand on the steering wheel, his fingers tapping rhythmically. After slowly taking a deep breath, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his previously tense lips.

Three cars followed the 911: a Cullinan and two Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars, all the way to the entrance of No. 28, Lishu Village.

Yan Qi slowly applied the brakes, and after the car came to a stop, he glanced sideways at Liang Yu, who was already quiet beside him.

In the dim light inside the car, Liang Yu's head was slightly tilted towards the window, his wisps of hair falling across his cheeks, and his eyelashes casting fine shadows below his eyelids, like the folded wings of a butterfly when it rests.

Yan Qi turned up the car's air conditioning temperature and, as he lowered the window a crack, saw Kang Liang waiting outside the car.

Yan Qi glanced back at the sleeping Liang Yu, opened the car door, carefully got out of the car, and gently closed the door behind him.

Seeing Yan Qi alight from the carriage, Kang Liang immediately went to greet him and respectfully whispered:

"Young Master Qi, we can take off from the airport at any time."

Yan Qi glanced at the three cars not far away and spoke coldly:

"Let them wait. You're following too closely. Get away."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of a seatbelt being unbuckled came from inside the 911.