NFBE Chapter 101 Her bed may be empty, but the bed of her favorite CP must be...!
Chapter 101 Her bed may be empty, but the bed of her favorite CP must be...!
Fan Wenran watched as Yan Zhuoyu's face, which was covered in light pink blush, gradually turned into a beautiful watery red.
hiss.
What did Sister Yan see? Why is she reacting so strongly?
As the music troupe and dancers took to the stage, the focus of the banquet instantly shifted to the magnificent opening dance in the center.
Yan Zhuoyu did not reply to the message; her gaze involuntarily drifted to the second floor.
In the lavish banquet hall, crystal chandeliers shone brightly, illuminating the excited faces of the people conversing animatedly.
In the VIP area on the second floor, bigwigs raised their glasses in celebration, exchanging toasts, while occasionally a few people with their female or male companions would walk by laughing.
Pei Weijin stood alone by the luxurious railing, seemingly isolated from the surrounding hustle and bustle, as serene as the cold moon, gazing at her for who knows how long.
Their eyes met in mid-air, and Pei Weijin slightly curved his lips, but made no other movements.
Yan Zhuoyu's heart trembled slightly, as if the entire world's crowds were bustling and flowing, while he alone remained still.
It wasn't until Fu Zhuchen darted up to the second floor like a monkey, breaking the atmosphere between the two, that his voice reached Pei Weijin's ears before he even got there.
The constant calling of "President Pei" was so loud it hurt my ears.
Yan Zhuoyu withdrew her gaze, while Fan Wenran beside her bit her lip, covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and her heart was bursting with joy.
Look at that, now that's what you call amazing chemistry between a couple!
That look in his eyes is so intense, it makes my face flush and my heart race just by looking at it!
Her bed can be empty, but the bed of her favorite couple must be...!
The organizer's voice came through the microphone, solemn and enthusiastic: "Qimeng, as a rising star in high-end luxury goods, we are always committed to combining outstanding craftsmanship and aesthetics with a sense of social responsibility. Thank you for your presence, distinguished guests..."
With the opening remarks from the organizers and the host, the charity auction officially began.
As the spokesperson for Qimeng, Yan Zhuoyu has been moved to a front-row exclusive position.
Most of the auction items were generously donated by celebrities and entrepreneurs from all walks of life, and all proceeds from the auction will be used for charity.
The auction went exceptionally smoothly; the auctioneer barely needed to say a word before one precious item after another was successfully sold.
When the last and most impressive piece was brought to the stage, the previously orderly crowd suddenly became chaotic.
"It's actually a painting by Professor Xie Fu! How did it end up here?"
"I remember that the Huo family member bought out all of Xie Fu's future paintings, right? Could this be a forgery?"
"Your internet is way too slow. Teacher Xie scolded that Huo family member last month, saying he's out of his mind for spending her money to buy her paintings. He worked hard for a month and got nothing in return, hahaha."
"Shut up! Can't you see that he's already got his eye on you?"
……
Yan Zhuoyu naturally heard their discussion as well.
Her red lips curved into a smile, and the thought of Xie Fu brought an uncontrollable joy to her face.
On the day of the wedding, Xie Fu gave the most gifts among all the guests. She was a rich woman, and a beautiful rich woman at that. Who wouldn't love her?
However, since they work in different fields, they don't have much contact except on holidays.
The charity auction came to a successful close. Those with busy schedules could leave now, while the rest of the attendees, if they had the leisure, would dance with their companions, and many others would use the time to network with the powerful and famous.
The second floor.
Pei Weijin got up from the sofa, and Secretary Meng asked habitually, "President Pei, are you preparing to return? I'll arrange a car right away."
He shook his head, his tone indifferent: "No rush, I'll go downstairs for a walk first, and then leave with my wife later."
Fu Zhuchen, standing next to him, shook his head and rolled his eyes: "Oh, no rush, I'm just taking a stroll~"
"Why don't you go and take on an ad for Zhuanzhuan?"
Pei Weijin didn't even glance at him, automatically ignoring his noisy voice.
Meng Yuting followed behind him, and a group of bodyguards also followed closely downstairs.
A blonde, blue-eyed, and elegant woman blocked Pei Weijin's path. She spoke fluent Chinese: "I remember you, that generous and wealthy Eastern gentleman in the media, who spends lavishly for his sweetheart. But tonight, you seem to be attending the banquet alone. Did your pursuit fail?"
She gracefully extended her hand, inviting, "Would I have the honor of dancing with you..."
Meng Yuting quickly and politely stepped between the two: "I'm very sorry, ma'am."
Pei Weijin didn't even slow down; his bodyguards naturally cleared a path for them.
The whole process took only a dozen seconds. It was very short and the sound was very quiet, so no one should have noticed this little incident.
However, the fact that both of these people were not ordinary attracted the attention and gossip of those around them.
"No way, that's France's number one beauty, the daughter of Mr. Ivan. The president invited her to dance, and she refused! Now she's invited President Pei, and he's rejected?"
"I think this person is a bit ungrateful."
The second young master of the Xu family happened to overhear this and rolled his eyes: "Are you crazy? You look like you don't know what's good for you. Watch your mouth. Do you know what it means to get into trouble from your words?"
"Both of them are outstanding individuals; they don't need your unwarranted comments!"
……
Diagonally opposite, Yan Zhuoyu was talking with the organizer.
The organizer suggested, "Ms. Yan, would you please sing a song to perfectly conclude the banquet?"
Yan Zhuoyu readily agreed: "No problem, it would be my honor."
However, the Hong Kong investor next to her, after a few drinks, noticed her somewhat familiar face, his mind wandering, and he smiled mischievously.
Slightly drunk, he flippantly suggested, "What's the point of singing? How about we have a duet? I have plenty of time. Miss Yan, will you do me the honor?"
The organizers quickly lowered their voices and advised, "This is a formal occasion, please be mindful of your behavior."
The investor, however, was unmoved. Reeking of alcohol, with a red nose and eyes fixed on Yan Zhuoyu, he reached out and touched her: "I'm giving you my opinion, Miss Yan, what do you think?"
Yan Zhuoyu nimbly dodged, turning her head to look at Qiao Xinyun. This person had suddenly gone crazy for no reason, and she felt a little itchy to touch her.
Qiao Xinyun wasn't too happy either: "This wasn't included in our previous cooperation agreement. Excuse me."
The organizers waved goodbye and stopped talking about singing.
But the investor suddenly went on a drunken rampage, rushing forward and trying to grab Yan Zhuoyu's wrist: "It's just a dance, don't spoil everyone's fun."
His words carried a clear threat: "Hmph, a mere actress dares to give me attitude? Be smart and don't embarrass me. Inviting you to dance tonight is an honor!"
Yan Zhuoyu kicked off her skirt, and her high heels landed precisely on the investor's foot, grinding it forcefully.
"If you've had too much to drink, take some cephalosporin to calm down, so you don't embarrass yourself here. Your two eyes together aren't even as big as your mouth."
The investor staggered to his knees in pain, instantly sobering up considerably.
The organizers were embarrassed and quickly ordered someone to help him away to sober up.
The investor continued to hurl insults, and several bodyguards suddenly appeared, knocked him to the ground, and stuffed a large wad of napkins into his mouth.
His eyes bulged slightly as he sobbed, "Waaah—!"
Pei Weijin walked up behind him, his face expressionless, but the aura he exuded made people feel inexplicably oppressed.
"It's blocking the way, clear it."
The investors who had been shouting moments before fell silent instantly.
"Yes, Mr. Pei." The bodyguards acted quickly, dragging the investor away from the scene.
Yan Zhuoyu looked at Pei Weijin with a puzzled expression.
But Pei Weijin ignored her gaze and walked straight to the organizer, asking calmly, "Mr. Qiu, you mentioned earlier that you wanted me to dance to promote charity and public welfare. Which lady were you asking me to dance with?"
The organizer looked stunned: "?"
Did he even mention it? How could he dare invite such a big shot!
On the second floor, Fu Zhuchen, in a rather unruly manner, leaned on the railing to watch the show: Wow, isn't this just like when he went to Xin Nanshan to inspect projects?