Jiang Cuo stared intently at Su Qianqian's almond-shaped eyes. Unlike the sweet, seemingly smiling almond-shaped eyes she remembered, Su Qianqian's eyes were now filled with cold indifference and emotions she couldn't understand.
Su Qianqian's tone was completely different from the coquettish and charming one she remembered. Jiang Cuo thought of what Hua Kongque had said to her.
Jiang Cuoxin started to ache again. At that moment, she suddenly realized that the reason why her heart had been involuntarily aching and feeling unbearable that day was because of Su Qianqian.
Seeing that Jiang Cuo's eyes were somewhat dazed and he seemed to be lost in thought, Su Qianqian tightened her grip on Jiang Cuo's chin, leaving faint red marks on his fair skin.
"Why isn't President Jiang saying anything? Did you suddenly realize your guilt and not know what to say in response?"
"No." Jiang Cuo came back to her senses and felt Su Qianqian's breath mingling with hers. Already feeling a bit tipsy, Jiang Cuo felt even more dizzy and just wanted to get closer to Su Qianqian.
"How could she suddenly stop liking me? Su Su used to like me so much. Su Su said she would love me for a lifetime. Su Su said I was the most beautiful, no one could compare to me, and she would never let anyone who hurt a single hair on my head get away with it."
Jiang Cuo's voice was hoarse, and his phoenix eyes suddenly stared intently into Su Qianqian's eyes. His tone was choked with emotion, and he spoke each word as if pleading for the truth of what he was saying.
Su Qianqian seemed unable to hold back and suddenly chuckled, "President Jiang is as confident as ever. But that makes sense. After all, President Jiang has always been the best since childhood. She has excellent academic performance and is extremely beautiful. She has never lacked suitors. It's also my fault for praising President Jiang too highly, making her out of touch with reality and always trying to reach for the clouds."
It's a pity that after Mr. Jiang left, and I entered the entertainment industry after graduating from university, I suddenly realized that there were so many different kinds of women, and that being fixated on one person was a huge loss.
Jiang Cuo pursed her lips, listening to Su Qianqian's heartless words, which felt like countless small knives stabbing into her heart, cutting away at her heart.
"President Jiang seems very sad right now, but is his sadness due to the stark contrast with his past self, or is it a genuine feeling of remorse?"
Jiang Cuo paused, "I..."
"When I love you, whatever you say goes. When I don't love you, what are you?" Su Qianqian's eyes sharpened.
He bent down and stared directly into Jiang Cuo's eyes.
The sweet aroma of ginger and alcohol kept wafting into her nostrils, as if challenging her sanity.
Jiang Cuo suddenly felt that it was better to be like this now than to be ignored by Su Qianqian like before.
Even when Su Qianqian questioned him angrily.
This at least shows that Su Qianqian still harbors resentment towards her decision to go abroad for two years. Even if she hates her, she hasn't forgotten her and doesn't treat her like a stranger.
Jiang Cuo offered her lips, gently tracing Su Qianqian's lip shape. Her clear, cold phoenix eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she had offered herself completely, awaiting Su Qianqian's judgment.
Jiang Cuo wrapped his arm around Su Qianqian's neck, trying to find his own balance.
Su Qianqian remained motionless, maintaining her original posture, without offering any response, which only served to highlight Jiang Cuo's current actions as an attempt to please him.
Jiang Cuo stood tall, her wine-red fitted fishtail dress accentuating her extremely sexy curves.
After Jiang Cuo's initial attempts to please Su Qianqian failed to elicit a response from her kisses, he seemed to urgently seek an outlet for his emotions, increasing the intensity of his kisses. Even her trembling eyelashes began to tremble more rapidly, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Su Su…”
Jiang Cuo's voice was very soft, but very deep, with a slight hoarseness. In the dim and quiet room, even this faint sound could be caught in the ear, and even the rapid breathing that accompanied it was fully captured.
"Mr. Jiang, is there a need for this? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Jiang Cuo was forced to be lifted up by Su Qianqian, her long, wavy hair was a little messy, with strands sticking to her mouth, giving her an indescribably sexy and alluring look.
"I'm willing to accept anything Su Su gives me."
Upon hearing this, Su Qianqian froze, the smile on her lips vanished, and she became even more ruthless, but she released Jiang Cuo's chin with her fingers.
"It seems that President Jiang doesn't like being pampered, but rather prefers to be trampled on."
As Su Qianqian spoke sarcastically, she placed her hand behind Jiang Cuo's back and slid it down his spine.
Jiang Cuo just looked up and stared blankly, and that look only made Su Qianqian even angrier.
Su Qianqian lowered her head and, as if punishing him, bit Jiang Cuo's lips fiercely until both of them tasted of rust.
Moonlight streamed into the room through the French windows, one of which had a small crack. A gentle breeze occasionally blew in, widening the gap and carrying a slightly damp scent, along with the faint smell of dust and flowers from the garden.
The floor-length curtains on both sides of the window swayed occasionally in the breeze, and the outer layer of sheer fabric fluttered in the wind.
The sofa where the two fell wasn't too far from the floor-to-ceiling window. A strong breeze suddenly blew up the outermost layer of white sand on the curtains, covering the two of them. The cool white sand made them feel the chill.
The only sounds in the quiet room were occasional low gasps and suppressed breathing.
The two of them were having a passionate encounter in the room.
Wang Sisi was extremely anxious, unable to find her CEO anywhere, and the charity gala was about to begin.
All the celebrities and company executives who will be there will be taking photos together. Jiang Cuo is here and is on the guest list. If he doesn't end up in the photo, those marketing accounts might write all sorts of nonsense.
They've just returned to their country; they can't afford to be accused of being arrogant if they squander money right away.
Lu Rong glanced at his watch and realized that Su Qianqian hadn't appeared in public for almost half an hour. He understood what was going on and saw Wang Sisi pacing anxiously at the door of the room.
Wearing a pink princess dress, Jiu Cuo strolled leisurely to Lu Rong's side. "Minister Lu, where is President Su? It's starting tonight, and I'm going to walk with President Su."
"Mr. Su has some things to attend to and will be back in a few minutes. Don't worry. You have a new drama starting filming, so please take leave to attend the charity gala. Remember to avoid the media except for the final group photo. Don't get photographed too many times, so that marketing accounts don't use the pictures to spread rumors that you're filming multiple dramas at once."
Deer Antler has a pair of wolf-like eyes, and speaks with extreme seriousness, which is very intimidating.
Jiu Cuo also realized that he was on the rise in his career, and immediately nodded in agreement.
"Remember to call me when President Su returns."
Lu Rong nodded, then put his hands in his suit pockets.
Only then did Wang Sisi, who had been hiding in the back, dare to step forward and speak, "Minister Lu? President Su is also missing?"
Lu Rong glanced at Wang Sisi and remembered that she was Jiang Cuo's secretary.
There are eight minutes left before the charity gala begins.
"Go and prepare your makeup tools, and wait at the far end of the corridor in a bit."
"Oh? Okay."
Although Wang Sisi didn't understand why Lu Rong had instructed her to do this, Lu Rong was, after all, the head of the publicity department of Weicuo Entertainment, and also the person she had fallen in love with at first sight. Of course, she had to do what the person she liked said, and of course, it was also for the safety of their CEO, Jiang.
Wang Sisi: "What did Minister Lu go to do? Wasn't he going to see President Su?"
Lu Rong had already turned around. After hearing Wang Sisi's question, he turned half his face slightly to reply, "I'll block the stairwell. At least for five minutes, no one will be able to come this way."
Wang Sisi nodded, then immediately ran to get her makeup bag and headed towards the corner room at the far end of the second floor.
Wang Sisi didn't expect that as soon as she ran there, she looked up and saw that the room was marked as Su Qianqian's VIP exclusive lounge.
Suddenly the doorknob clicked, the door opened a crack, and a man in a dark red suit walked out.
Upon closer inspection, Wang Sisi realized it was Su Qianqian, the president of Weicuo Entertainment.
Su Qianqian was impeccably dressed, showing no trace of the earlier disarray. Even her hair remained perfectly styled, and her expression showed no sign of easing. She was simply gently wiping each of her fingers with a tissue.
Wang Sisi was stunned, "President Su..."
Su Qianqian looked up and focused her gaze on Wang Sisi. She walked out of the room and threw the tissue she had used to wipe her hands into the trash can. "Your CEO Jiang is in there too."
After saying that, he turned and left without any hesitation.
Wang Sisi was now extremely anxious, wanting to know exactly what had just happened.
The room was dark and stuffy, with no lights on.
"Come in."
Jiang Cuo's suppressed voice came through, and only then did Wang Sisi dare to push the door open and go in, then close the door.
"President Jiang..."
Wang Sisi kept her head down, not daring to look up or turn on the light, and placed her makeup bag on the table next to the sofa.
Jiang Cuo lay lazily on the sofa, somewhat lost in thought. His fishtail dress was a little wrinkled, and the neckline had slipped down, as if he had just put it on.
"President Jiang, the banquet is about to start in six minutes. If you don't show up, it might cause a stir."
Jiang Cuo's cold phoenix eyes paused for a moment, then she came back to her senses. "You go out first, wait for me for two minutes."
"Okay, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Cuo took out the small mirror from her makeup bag and looked at her neck and collarbone, only to find that there wasn't a single hickey.
After tidying up her slightly messy big waves, applying lipstick, and covering up her red eyes with foundation, Jiang Cuo lifted the collar of her fishtail dress, and then pushed open the door.
Just then, the charity gala staff were checking to make sure no celebrities, artists, or executives had forgotten to attend before the gala began.
So she was about to remind them one by one when she saw Jiang Cuo just coming out of the room. She was a little stunned because she vaguely remembered that this room seemed to be the high-end VIP lounge prepared by President Su of Weicuo Entertainment.
The staff member looked up and saw the four characters "Weicuo Entertainment" prominently displayed on the door.
So why did CEO Jiang of Wuwangchuxin Entertainment suddenly emerge from CEO Su's room at Weicuo Entertainment, and why did he look like this...?
The staff member acted as if they had stumbled upon some earth-shattering news, saying, "Mr. Jiang, the charity gala will start in five minutes. Please proceed to the main hall so you don't miss the start time."
Jiang Cuo slightly raised his chin, exuding an unapproachable aura. His cold gaze fell on the staff member, and he pursed his lips, saying, "You should know in your heart what to say and what not to say. As a staff member, the most taboo thing is to speak carelessly."
Wang Sisi was stunned.
Because if their CEO Jiang said that, it would be very easy for her to be trying to cover something up.
The staff member turned pale with fright, quickly took a step back, and bowed apologetically, "Okay, Mr. Jiang, I didn't see anything."
Wang Sisi wanted to beat her chest and stamp her feet, and think of a reason for Jiang Cuo, such as saying that he accidentally dropped something here.
However, Jiang accidentally tossed her long, wavy hair and walked towards the main venue of the charity gala.
The media flocked to take photos, and every celebrity wanted to present their best side to the media cameras in order to increase their popularity.
Jiu Cuo held Su Qianqian's arm, one sweet and the other magnanimous.
Jiu Cuo's appearance isn't the type that's stunning at first glance, but rather the type that grows on you and becomes more pleasing to the eye the more you look at her. To put it simply, compared to a group of stunning women, her appearance is slightly ordinary, but she has a gentle temperament that makes people feel inexplicably approachable.
To put it bluntly, it's probably just the female lead's halo.
Because the charity gala was broadcast live and filmed throughout, many viewers outside the venue were watching on their phones.
Everyone felt that Jiu Cuo and Su Qianqian were somewhat of a good match.
Su Qianqian and Jiu Cuo were classmates in college. In their sophomore year, Su Qianqian took a liking to Jiu Cuo at first sight and spent a lot of money to promote him. After graduating from college, she immediately established a company and cultivated Jiu Cuo as the company's top female star.
Moreover, she devotes all her resources to Jiu Cuo, which makes her the quintessential domineering CEO's pampered little wife.
One is gentle and sweet, the other is domineering and sophisticated; they are a perfect match.
The comments section started flooded with messages, but suddenly some sharp-eyed netizens noticed what looked like a red lipstick mark on the left collar of Su Qianqian's white shirt.
One netizen commented, "Oh my god, look what I found! There's a red lipstick mark on the collar of Su Qianqian, the president of Weicuo Entertainment, but she's wearing nude pink lipstick, which isn't the same color as the mark. Sisters, let's not ship them together!"
Netizen 2: "What? I had just written a 1000-word erotic essay in my mind, and you're telling me I shipped the wrong couple? Then whose lip print is this?"