The music festival was lively, with the boisterous drum beats and frenetic music plunging everyone into an unstoppable frenzy. Naturally, no one noticed how tense the atmosphere was in this corner.
"Clink."
Chloe crooked her finger and tapped the cocktail glass, easily drawing everyone's attention back.
She raised her eyes to look at Feng Xi with composure, then glanced at Anderson, who for some reason seemed very confrontational, and said:
"I can't always wear the same pendant, can I? It wouldn't quite suit my status."
Chloe narrowed her eyes, looking beautiful in a not-so-proper way: "After all, there are so many temptations in this dazzling world. There are too many beautiful pieces of jewelry, I have to make room for new arrivals."
Feng Xi's body stiffened. "Yes..."
Realizing this wasn't the right place to speak, he could only clench his jaw in frustration.
This Anderson... was truly a nuisance.
At best, he was just a bodyguard. Yet, relying on a bit of Chloe's favor, he dared to be so arrogant in front of him.
Anyone who didn't know better might think he was someone important to Chloe.
Feng Xi's face darkened, his lowered eyes full of hostility.
Daniel stretched his neck to look at him, then quickly withdrew, patting Chloe's shoulder:
"I don't think Feng Xi is any good either. After you stopped talking to him, his expression became particularly terrifying."
Daniel said, "It's like we owe him eight million dollars or something."
Chloe: "Only eight million? That's so little?"
Daniel: "..."
He gazed at Chloe for a while, then said, "If one day you go out and get beaten to death, I wouldn't be surprised at all."
With this kind of show-off attitude, she was really asking for trouble.
Chloe didn't care in the slightest.
There was a designated rest area in the corner of the music festival, which was relatively quieter.
Feeling a bit tired after bouncing around for so long, Chloe looked around and headed towards the rest area.
Qu Yan noticed Chloe's movement and called out, "Where are you going?"
"Tired," Chloe waved her hand with her back to her, "Going to rest."
Hearing this, Qu Yan instinctively looked at her terminal and clicked her tongue, "It's only this early?"
Daniel elegantly smoothed his skirt with a raised pinky finger: "She's been a bit weak these past few years, don't worry about her."
Qu Yan: "?"
As soon as Chloe left, Anderson followed.
Feng Xi seemed to want to follow as well, but couldn't find a suitable reason, so he had to leave for another place.
The neon lights radiated from the center of the stage, shining on every frenzied, entranced face.
In such an environment, it's easy to stimulate the excitement factors in people's nerves, making them indulge in overwhelming pleasure.
But not Chloe.
To be precise, she was only excited for a short while before quickly calming down.
The slightly intoxicating cocktail made Chloe's head a bit dizzy. Her alcohol tolerance was far from good; normally, she had to be extremely cautious even with drinks containing just a little alcohol.
Xavier said this wouldn't do. As the Vampire Clan Heir, she would face more and more social obligations in the future.
Chloe then retorted that it was bullshit. Who said you must drink alcohol at social events?
If anyone forced her to drink in the future, she'd smash both the alcohol and the glass on their head.
It was a rebellious statement, but after pondering for a moment, Xavier readily agreed.
He thought this approach might not be so bad after all.
Chloe fiddled with the cocktail in her hand, thinking aimlessly — besides, there was still Anderson.
Would Anderson let those who forced her to drink have an easy time?
Obviously not.
She looked up at the man standing in front of her.
Five years had passed, and Anderson had grown increasingly sharp and handsome, with a highly aggressive appearance.
High nose, deep-set eyes, fair skin, and thin lips — even in the bizarre lights of the nighttime music festival, he was an extremely attractive presence.
Just like now.
There was a girl dressed in a hot and daring outfit, with a bold and sexy appearance.
She seemed to have hesitated for a long time before being pushed out by her companions. She then walked up and boldly tapped Anderson's shoulder:
"Hello sir, can we exchange terminal numbers?"
Hearing this, Chloe raised an eyebrow slightly.
There wasn't a ripple in Anderson's eyes. Realizing the girl's intention, his expression became even colder:
"No."
Hearing this, the girl wasn't discouraged and asked again:
"Not even just to be friends?"
Anderson pressed his lips together, his brow showing signs of impatience: "No."
From beginning to end, it was just these two words.
But the girl clearly didn't want to let go of such a high-quality male catch. She pouted and asked again, "Can I ask why? You... don't have a girlfriend, right?"
Anderson: "I don't like giving my terminal number to people I'm not familiar with."
Not giving his terminal number to unfamiliar strangers meant there wouldn't be any social relationships deviating from his actual life, right?
Not even the possibility of a fleeting romantic encounter.
The girl muttered "spoilsport" under her breath, no longer paying attention to Anderson as she turned back to the crowd.
After getting rid of the admirer, Anderson looked much more relaxed.
He took the nearly empty cocktail glass from Chloe's hand and handed her a bowl of hangover soup from the nearby table.
Chloe didn't like drinking this and held the bowl, dawdling and refusing to drink.
Anderson didn't rush her. After standing beside her for a while, he sat down next to Chloe.
Chloe was absent-minded, still thinking about what had just happened.
This was the first time she had seen Anderson being approached.
In daily life, Anderson always stuck close to her side, as if he had no social life beyond her.
So much so that she hadn't realized Anderson had such an attractive face that drew so much attention.
Thinking of this, the tipsy Chloe suddenly turned around and reached out to grasp Anderson's jaw.
For Anderson, this wasn't an unfamiliar gesture.
Chloe often unconsciously made these roguish moves towards him.
So this time, Anderson also appeared particularly docile.
That face, usually so tense, and those eyes, normally cold as ice, completely softened at this moment, like a fierce beast willingly accepting domestication.
Only the look in those eyes remained profound, staring straight at Chloe's face, intense and greedy.
The person in question was completely oblivious to this.
Chloe gazed intently at Anderson's face, then exclaimed with admiration, "How did you end up so beautiful?"
Anderson, in truth, had little awareness of his own appearance. He cared about only one thing:
"Do you like it, Miss?"
As soon as he spoke, Anderson's heart began to race at an unnatural speed, the sound thundering so loudly it nearly deafened him.
Suddenly, he felt a twinge of panic, fearing that Chloe might hear his pounding heartbeat.
Chloe pondered carefully for a moment before finally giving her response:
"It's not bad."
