Chapter 3
That was the last time I saw Jiang Dai.
He went abroad to study as planned, and we gradually lost touch.
Two years later, I got into a prestigious university.
After that, I became Xu Lang’s official girlfriend.
I’d seen plenty of girls like Meng Yuan.
I didn’t think they were doing anything wrong.
It was human nature to see a gold mine and want to seize it.
Whether you could actually take it was another matter. That came down to ability.
My phone chimed again.
Meng Yuan had replied.
If I get to see you, of course I’m coming!
Without letting anything show, I turned off the screen.
Xu Lang had already moved on to another subject.
He’d recently met up with some friends and was planning to invest in a venture.
I listened carefully, picking out useful information and remembering it.
But I also knew that talk about broadening your horizons and having access to information could sometimes be meaningless.
Even if Xu Lang told me exactly what the next big opportunity was and offered to let me in on it, I had no money to invest.
After dinner, he took me to the mall to buy a cocktail dress.
“What’s the occasion?” I asked curiously. “Why so formal?”
The sales assistant invited us to sit and brought afternoon tea.
Xu Lang took a sip of coffee. “Mingxi specifically asked. For that party on Saturday. She said she has an important announcement, and she wants photos to remember it by.”
Zhou Mingxi was a good friend of his: fair-skinned, wealthy, beautiful, and always courteous and considerate towards me.
The party was at a restaurant converted from a hillside villa far out in the suburbs. It was very private; public transport only went as far as the foot of the hill.
I sent Meng Yuan the time and location.
She soon replied.
I looked it up. Security’s pretty strict. Cars need to show an invitation to get up the hill, so I can’t just take a taxi.
Are you leaving from campus? Could we go together?
I took a photo of Xu Lang choosing a dress for me, sent it, and immediately unsent it.
Sorry, wrong chat.
Xu Lang and I have other plans. We aren’t leaving from campus.
Just get to the bottom of the hill. I’ll ask him to send a driver for you.
Naturally, no driver would arrive.
Once Meng Yuan got to the bottom of the hill, she kept calling both of us.
But the restaurant was so private because everyone had to hand over their phones when they entered.
She could call until Xu Lang’s battery died. No one would answer.
He put an arm around my waist. “What are you so happy about?”
I looked at Zhou Mingxi, who was playing the piano, and smiled. “I’m happy for Miss Zhou.”
She usually looked brisk and businesslike, but today her make-up was unusually soft.
Her announcement probably had something to do with romance.
Before long, a man in a dark suit walked onto the stage, sat beside her, and joined her in a piano duet.
The light fell across his sharply defined brow and eyes.
It was Jiang Dai.