novelraw Chapter 0121 My Female Companion
Chapter 0121 My Female Companion
7 PM.
Limitless Group Annual Gala.
The location was still the same Ritz-Carlton Hotel as three years ago.
Even the banquet hall is the same.
This might be some kind of obsession of Jiang Ci.
Where you fall, you must get up again.
Where dignity is lost, it must be regained many times over.
The banquet hall was resplendent with gold and jade.
Business elites, business partners, and senior executives from City A had already arrived.
Amidst the fragrance of fine clothes and the rustling of hair, cups were sipped and toasts were exchanged.
A subtle, anticipation-driven atmosphere filled the air.
"Have you heard? President Jiang brought a female companion today."
Several socialites gathered together, whispering and fanning themselves with feather fans.
"Who should he bring? Su Qing? Who else but Su Qing is good enough for him?"
"It wasn't Su Qing... I heard it was someone else."
"Who?"
"Wen Ning".
As soon as the name was uttered, a chorus of contemptuous laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd.
"That down-on-her-luck heiress? That gold digger who dumped President Jiang for money back then?"
"How dare she show her face? If I were her, I would have crawled into a hole in the ground long ago."
"I guess she's just here to be a pretty face and keep you company while you drink. These days, President Jiang can crush her like an ant. He probably brought her here to humiliate her."
in the corner.
Su Qing held a glass of champagne and watched coldly from the sidelines.
She listened to these discussions without agreeing or refuting them.
She just stared at the tightly closed door.
His expression was complicated.
"They're here!"
A commotion arose in the crowd.
The doors to the banquet hall slowly opened.
All eyes, whether malicious, curious, or expectant, instantly focused on the doorway.
The light shone on it.
The first to walk in was Jiang Ci.
He wore a bespoke black suit, his posture upright and his aura cool and stern.
His buzz cut made him look even more sharp, and his deep eyes swept across the room, exuding an air of authority without anger.
And beside him.
There were no lowly followers with him.
A fair, slender hand was wrapped around his arm.
Wen Ning walked in.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
You could even hear people gasping for breath.
She was wearing the white fishtail dress that Jiang Ci had personally chosen for her.
The silver thread embroidery shimmered under the light, as if wearing the Milky Way on one's body.
Her skirt trailed on the ground, swaying gracefully with every step she took.
Her long hair was elegantly styled into a bun, revealing her slender swan neck.
Her makeup was light and natural, with a pale lip color.
The allure and aggressiveness of that red dress from three years ago are gone.
At this moment, she...
Holy.
elegant.
Like a snow lotus blooming on the summit of an iceberg.
She is so beautiful that it makes one feel ashamed of oneself.
What's even more shocking is Jiang Ci's attitude.
He didn't leave her behind.
They didn't show the slightest bit of disdain.
He slowed his pace to match her steps in high heels.
His hands were not hanging down at his sides.
Instead, it covered the hand that Wen Ning was holding.
Patted it gently.
It was as if he was trying to soothe her tension.
"Don't be afraid."
He turned his head and whispered to her.
Although the voice wasn't loud, those nearby could hear its unique gentleness.
"look up."
"Look ahead."
Wen Ning's hands were trembling.
This is her nightmare.
Three years ago, it was right here that she personally spilled that glass of champagne, pushing the boy who loved her into the abyss.
Every single floor tile seemed to bear the marks of that night's shame and despair.
"Jiang Ci..."
She called his name softly, wanting to back away.
Jiang Ci, however, did not give her a chance to back down.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Right in the very center of the red carpet.
Under everyone's watchful eyes.
He released his arm from her grasp.
then.
Slide down.
He took her hand directly.
Their fingers are intertwined.
It wasn't a polite handshake.
Instead, it's a tight, inseparable clasp, palm to palm, fingers intertwined.
then.
He raised their clasped hands.
It was raised to chest height.
This action.
High-profile.
To assert sovereignty.
It even carried a sense of showing off, as if he wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand.
"Wen Ning".
He looked at the faces in front of him, some shocked, some envious.
His voice was cold, yet it carried throughout the entire venue.
"My female companion."
"The only one."
In a word.
It silenced all the rumors and gossip.
It also served as a slap in the face to those who were waiting to see the joke.
What humiliation?
What does "accompanying drinks" mean?
This is clearly a treasure I hold dear!
The music changed.
A soothing waltz began to play.
It's time for the opening dance.
Jiang Ci did not let go of her.
He took her hand and led her to the center of the dance floor.
The spotlight shone on the two of them.
One black and one white.
Extreme contrast, yet also extreme harmony.
Jiang Ci held her fingers with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around her waist in an extremely gentlemanly yet possessive manner.
He pulled her closer to his arms.
"Dance."
Women's eyesight.
"Just like before."
Wen Ning was somewhat dazed.
She subconsciously followed his steps.
Spin.
back.
Her skirt drew a graceful arc in the air, brushing against the hem of his suit trousers.
The two were very close together.
They were so close they could hear each other's heartbeats.
"Look at me."
Jiang Ci gave the order in a low voice.
Wen Ning raised her head.
It struck his deep eyes.
There is no hatred, no revenge there.
Only her.
It's full of her.
Three years ago.
He whispered in her ear, his breath hot.
You pushed me away here.
You said I was boring, that I was dull.
His hand tightened around her waist.
"And now?"
"Do you still want to push me away?"
Wen Ning's eyes welled up with tears.
She shook her head.
"I'm not pushing it anymore."
"I'll never push it again."
She gently rested her head on his shoulder.
On this stage that everyone is watching.
In this place that was once filled with pain.
She finally found her support again.
Outside the dance floor.
Su Qing stood in the shadows.
I'm holding a glass of red wine, but I haven't taken a sip in a long time.
She looked at the perfect couple on the dance floor.
Looking at Jiang Ci's gaze towards Wen Ning—that focus, that joy of regaining what he had lost—was something he had never experienced even when facing contracts worth hundreds of billions.
The people around were still discussing and speculating about what methods Wen Ning had used.
Only Su Qing knew.
That's not a tactic.
That's fate.
Jiang Ci's fate is Wen Ning's.
"Oh."
Su Qing chuckled softly.
She tilted her head back and drank the red wine in her glass in one gulp.
It's spicy and slightly bitter, but mostly it brings a sense of relief.
Even if it's mutual torment.
She put down her wine glass, turned and left.
His silhouette was somewhat lonely, yet also dashing.
"They are a match made in heaven."
"Others... really can't get in."