Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 300 Couple Suite

"What happened?"

Gu Wanwan put down the champagne glass in her hand, saw Shen Qianhe's panicked expression, and quickly followed her gaze towards Xie Jincheng's direction.

"what?"

She blinked her big eyes with delicate eye makeup, "Where are the people?"

The seats where two people originally sat are now empty.

Gu Wanwan bent down to help Shen Qianhe pick up the dropped phone, "What happened just now?"

She handed over the phone and explained, "I just sent a message to Song Yubai to ask what was going on. I didn't notice what was going on over here."

"He seemed to have discovered me."

"Huh? Who?"

Gu Wanwan looked confused, and looked around again, her long eyelashes coated with mascara fluttering, "Why are Xie Jincheng and Tang Yining gone?"

"Xie Jincheng, he just saw me."

Shen Qianhe bit her lower lip and looked down at the call interface that had been hung up. The call record of Xie Jincheng was still on the screen.

"Well," Shen Qianhe suddenly stood up and adjusted the hem of her skirt, "You eat first, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Are you okay on your own? How about I accompany you?"

"No need, I'll just go by myself."

"Okay then," Gu Wanwan made a phone call gesture, "Good sister, remember to call me if anything happens, I'm always here!"

......

Shen Qianhe came out of the bathroom, stood in front of the gilded sink, and washed his hands slowly.

The warm water washed over her fingertips painted with rose-colored nail polish, and her delicate face with a slightly frown was reflected in the mirror.

She was muttering to herself.

Xie Jincheng clearly spotted her just now, so why did she suddenly disappear?

Could it be that he was guilty and ran away?

"Chizuru, you're here."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded behind me.

Shen Qianhe looked up suddenly and saw Fu Huaizhi standing behind him in the mirror.

He was wearing a dark blue suit today, which made him look tall and slender. There was a faint smile in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"I knew you would definitely come."

Fu Huaizhi took a step forward and stood beside her.

Slender fingers pulled out a silk handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed it to her, "Wipe your hands?"

Only then did Shen Qianhe notice that his hand was still suspended under the water, with water droplets dripping from his fingertips.

Shen Qianhe did not take his handkerchief, but took a tissue and wiped his hands slowly.

"Thank you for reminding me about what happened today."

She squeezed some hand cream and rubbed her hands gently, and the scent of roses spread between them.

"But this is a misunderstanding. My husband has explained it to me. He is having dinner with a client."

Her voice was brisk, but she deliberately avoided Fu Huaizhi's inquiring gaze.

"Misunderstand?"

Fu Huaizhi leaned on the marble sink, his eyes slightly narrowed behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"If it was a misunderstanding, why didn't he report it to you in advance?"

Shen Qianhe paused while applying hand cream.

"Also," Fu Huaizhi suddenly leaned closer, the faint scent of sandalwood mixed with amber lingering around him, "Why did you have to come upstairs after arguing with the waiter for so long?"

Shen Qianhe raised his head suddenly, his peach blossom eyes widened slightly.

How could he know?

Could it be that... he saw me downstairs just now?

Shen Qianhe pretended to be calm and fiddled with the hair beside her ear: "He is usually so busy, how can he report everything to me?"

"Oh, so you don't actually care?"

Fu Huaizhi pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and the look behind the lenses was meaningful.

"Why do you care? It's just a meal, it's normal! Haven't you ever had a meal with a client before..."

"They went to the couple's suite downstairs."

Fu Huaizhi suddenly interrupted her, his voice as calm as if he was talking about today's weather, "Do you want me to take you down to have a look?"

what?

Couples suite?

!!!

Fu Huaizhi said nothing, but just took out his cell phone from his suit pocket and sent photos to Shen Qianhe.

The photo clearly showed the backs of Xie Jincheng and Tang Yining entering the suite one after another.

Shen Qianhe flipped through the photos, biting her lips, her clear and lively eyes moved slightly.

Xie Jincheng, you touched my weak spot!

Fu Huaizhi leaned forward slightly and approached Shen Qianhe.

"Qianhe, if I hadn't discovered that he was cheating on me this time, how long would you have continued to be stubborn?"

Shen Qianhe took a half step back, and leaned his back against the cold mirror: "Wait a minute, let me smooth it out!"

"Don't be so stubborn, just follow me."

Fu Huaizhi reached out to tidy up the scattered hair on her temples.

"Why should I follow you?"

Ye Xiangan suddenly strode over from the corner and slapped Fu Huaizhi's hand away, "Who the hell are you? Even if we queue up, we have to follow a first-come, first-served basis, right?"

Ye Xiangan was so angry that he even undid two buttons of his suit jacket.

I didn't expect that I was just a little late, and Fu Huaizhi, who suddenly showed up, would seize the initiative.

What he just said were all his words!

Shen Qianhe felt his head buzzing as he looked at Ye Xiangan who had come uninvited.

Why is this second-generation rich guy haunting us like a ghost? He's everywhere.

Fu Huaizhi slowly straightened his wrinkled cuffs, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Master Ye, why are you so angry? Can't you just talk it out nicely?"

"I have nothing to say to you."

Ye Xiangan snorted coldly, and when he turned to look at Shen Qianhe, he immediately put on an attentive expression.

"Come with me, I'll take you to a nice place."

Shen Qianhe looked at him with disdain: "Where are we going? You don't want to take me to see the couple's suite opened by Xie Jincheng, do you?"

"Wow, you guessed this, you're really smart."

Ye Xiangan grinned, revealing eight dazzlingly white teeth.

He pretended to be elegant and made a gesture of invitation to Shen Qianhe, and the limited edition Patek Philippe on his wrist sparkled under the light.

"Come on, I'll take you to catch the adulterer."

Hearing the word "catching an adulterer" from Ye Xiangan again, Shen Qianhe's temples began to throb with anger.

She raised her head suddenly, her usually clear and lively peach blossom eyes burning with anger, and she squeezed out three words from between her teeth:

"Catch, you, mom—"