Weisheng Biehe stood outside the hospital room, staring intently at her.
How dare she call him a complete idiot?
He was about to stride over when Yu Can walked up beside him, gently restraining his impulsive movements, and waved to everyone with a smile.
“Alright, it’s settled then. The manor will open at 6 PM the day after tomorrow, and the event will officially start at 7. Everyone, including Lin Shen and Lin Qing, should arrive around 6 so we can chat a bit beforehand. After the event, there will be an afterparty at a nightclub to help us bond.”
No one refused, and they all bid farewell to the Wei Sheng Clan with smiles.
Qiao Chuchu, after saying her goodbyes, lowered her head to look at the invitation, completely missing the displeased look in Weisheng Biehe’s eyes.
Weisheng Biehe walked out of the hospital ward, irritably shaking off Yu Can’s hand, his tone icy. “Since the day I was born, no one has ever called me an idiot.”
“That’s because you can’t hear what people are thinking. With your personality, how do you know no one’s cursing you behind your back?” Yu Can teased. “Qiao Chuchu’s words were actually quite polite. Who told you to be such a hopeless romantic?”
Biehe remained unmoved, his expression as cold as a winter storm, his voice firm. “I, Weisheng Biehe, am definitely not a hopeless romantic.”
Yu Can smiled meaningfully. “Oh, of course not.”
Weisheng Biehe: “...”
In his world, love was the most fragile thing.
His third sister had been married five times, each time to powerful figures who were neither above nor below their family’s status.
Yet, all five husbands had tried to kill her in staged accidents, only to be outsmarted and killed by her using the very schemes they had devised.
When she dated a bodyguard for fun, the man had tried to blackmail her with intimate videos, demanding a hundred million.
They spoke of love, but their hearts were full of schemes.
What a vile emotion.
Falling in love was a foolish thing, and he would never do it.
After all, he couldn’t cut open someone’s heart to see if their feelings were genuine.
So, when Qiao Chuchu said those words, she was clearly looking down on him!
Yu Can, noticing Weisheng Biehe’s dark expression, smirked. “Don’t worry, you’ll have a chance to prove yourself. At the banquet, I’ll make sure you have some alone time with Qiao Chuchu. Oh, and I’ve also arranged for Xia Xuechun to be there, to trigger your storyline.”
Weisheng Biehe’s mood grew heavier. “Sister, don’t worry. I’ll handle this perfectly.”
Yu Can didn’t respond, her eyes glinting with curiosity. “Oh, by the way, what’s your favorite color again?”
Weisheng Biehe: “? Black. Why are you asking?”
Yu Can picked up her phone and sent a message with a sly smile. “No reason. Life’s too boring. I like stirring up drama and adding fuel to the fire.”
Weisheng Biehe frowned, watching her silently.
He suspected his sister was playing a trick on him.
But he had no proof.
Meanwhile, Qiao Chuchu received a message from Yu Can: «Remember to wear a black evening gown!~»
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A day later, on the day of the banquet.
Qiao Chuchu stepped out of the car and onto the red carpet, shivering as the cold wind hit her. She quickly adjusted her dress and walked into the manor.
The birthday celebration was being held at the Wei Sheng Family estate.
Some of the guests were familiar faces, while others were foreigners, a clear indication that everyone invited to Weisheng Biehe’s birthday was either wealthy or influential.
She took a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous.
She was the only one representing the Pei Family.
Lin Shen, Lin Qing, Lou Tingsi, and Lou Yuejue hadn’t arrived yet. For some reason, it seemed like they had all coincidentally encountered important business partners right before leaving, forcing them to be an hour late.
She even wondered if those business partners had been sent to delay them on purpose.
Qiao Chuchu lifted her skirt and climbed the steps into the manor.
Yu Can stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Qiao Chuchu with a smile.
She had come alone.
Perfect.
It seemed the people she had asked had done their job well.
Yu Can glanced toward the side entrance.
Xia Xuechun, flustered, parked her electric scooter and rushed in through the side door with Qi Xiaojia, frantically adjusting her clothes. “We’re late, we’re late!”
Yu Can’s gentle smile turned mocking.
Biehe, holding a string of prayer beads, walked up behind her, his voice cold. “Are they all here?”
Yu Can tilted her chin, signaling him to look. “Your ‘white moonlight’ has arrived.”
Weisheng Biehe’s expression cracked the moment he saw Xia Xuechun. “This is her?”
He looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his voice eerily calm. “This is the woman I supposedly loved with all my heart?”
Yu Can lazily sat on the sofa. “Don’t ask me. Go talk to Qiao Chuchu. She knows how you fell for Xia Xuechun.”
Weisheng Biehe turned to leave.
Yu Can called after him. “Wait.”
Biehe turned back, frowning.
Yu Can, dressed in a high-slit emerald green gown, crossed her legs and spoke leisurely. “She’s timid. Be gentle.”
Weisheng Biehe snorted, his phoenix eyes filled with mockery. “I don’t know the meaning of ‘gentle.’”
He strode out of the room and headed to the banquet hall on the first floor.
Xia Xuechun and Qi Xiaojia, having just changed into their server uniforms, were about to enter the banquet hall when they suddenly stopped in their tracks upon seeing Weisheng Biehe.
Weisheng Biehe stood gracefully on the stairs, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his wolf-tail hair falling naturally over his shoulders.
He had sharp eyebrows, fox-like eyes that exuded charm, and a faint beauty mark under the left corner of his mouth.
He was a complex mix of beauty and severity.
Xia Xuechun and Qi Xiaojia were mesmerized.
Weisheng Biehe lazily glanced at them, his gaze settling on Xia Xuechun.
Xia Xuechun froze, suddenly nervous.
Weisheng Biehe spoke indifferently. “Xia Xuechun, right?”
Xia Xuechun: “!”
Such a cold man, yet his voice was a deep, resonant baritone!
She nodded. “Yes, sir. I’m Xia Xuechun.”
Weisheng Biehe let out a faint snort but said nothing more, stepping into the banquet hall.
Xia Xuechun stared blankly at his retreating figure.
Qi Xiaojia whispered excitedly, “Oh my god, Xuexue! Do you know who that is? That’s Weisheng Biehe, the fourth son of the Wei Sheng Clan! They say he’s a cold, ascetic monk who’s never had a girlfriend at 26, completely indifferent to women. He’s even taken a vow of celibacy! But he knows your name!~”
Xia Xuechun felt a strange, bubbling joy rise in her heart. “What do you think that means?”
“It means he’s noticed you!” Qi Xiaojia was practically bouncing. “What if he likes you? If he does, you’ll be climbing the social ladder in no time!”
Xia Xuechun blushed, shyly saying, “Don’t talk nonsense. Someone as amazing as him would never be interested in someone like me.”
But her eyes sparkled as she scanned the banquet hall, trying to catch another glimpse of Weisheng Biehe.
She wasn’t the only one looking for him.
A man wearing lip gloss glanced around and spotted Weisheng Biehe entering. “OMG! There he is! Weisheng Biehe, my idol!!”
The moment Weisheng Biehe entered the hall, he was surrounded by a crowd.
At 6’2”, he towered over the Mediterranean CEOs, his expression indifferent as he nodded occasionally in response to their flattery.
The man with lip gloss watched him, breathless. “Oh my god, I love his aloof, unapproachable vibe!”
He turned to his friend eagerly. “You put my note on Biehe’s table, right?”
His friend gave him a disgusted look. “I did. What you wrote was so cringy, it made me want to vomit.”
The man shrugged. “It’s how I express my passionate love for him. Besides, I only wrote the initial ‘Q.’ He won’t know who it’s from!”
His friend frowned. “Didn’t I tell you not to leave any clues? What if someone else’s name starts with ‘Q’? They’ll get blamed for it!”
The man paused. “I don’t think so. Besides me, who else here has a last name starting with ‘Q’?”
His friend rolled her eyes. “There are more names starting with ‘Q’ than just yours!”
Meanwhile, Qiao Chuchu, holding a champagne glass, wandered aimlessly around the venue.
Although there were familiar faces around, her relationships with them were merely casual acquaintances, so she was genuinely bored.
As she passed by a table, Qiao Chuchu accidentally knocked over a small, neatly folded piece of paper.
She quickly picked it up and placed it back where it belonged.
Weisheng Biehe's gaze swept across the room, eventually landing on Qiao Chuchu.
Qiao Chuchu placed something on his table and then turned to leave.
Weisheng Biehe narrowed his eyes and raised a hand to signal those around him to be silent.
"My apologies, I have something to attend to. Let's continue this later."
The executives fell silent, smiling as they made way for him.
Weisheng Biehe, twirling his prayer beads, walked straight to his table and picked up the note.
Did Qiao Chuchu really leave him a note?
The corners of his lips hinted at a smile.
This was rather intriguing.
