The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities

Chapter 922: 0900 Congratulations!

Wen Jichen’s thin lips curled into a subtle smile, almost imperceptible.

Things that are deeply ingrained, how could they change so easily. noveldrama

Abandon everything from the past? Can she really shake off those habits?

Halfway, Li Sheng joined in, smiling from start to finish, seemingly genuinely happy about her brother’s engagement.

Her presence made the room even livelier, as she held a wine glass in one hand and a bottle in the other, drinking with everyone present, including Ling Qingan.

Alcohol, once you start drinking, it’s hard to put down the glass.

Most of the people there knew her from before, especially with Mo Shangjie, always stirring up trouble, making the drinks flow freely.

Ling Qingan had a small alcohol tolerance and blushed easily; one glass of beer had her ears and neck turning red.

She didn’t usually drink, and never drank, but that was the past. Now Ling Qingan downed five or six shots of baijiu, without showing any sign of being drunk.

After making the rounds, she sat quietly in her seat, seemingly lost in thought. Though her face showed no signs of intoxication, her once brilliant eyes now looked slightly drunk, as if empty.

Her eyes were empty, her heart was empty, seemingly nothing and no one could find a place in her heart.

The room stayed lively, Yin Xiner sat properly beside Wen Jichen the entire time, as the Yin Family’s daughter and a prominent actress living as she pleased.

She was never one to accommodate others, only others accommodating her. But now, she was quietly peeling shrimp.

Only because Wen Jichen loves shrimp!

Placing the peeled shrimp into his bowl, Yin Xiner’s soft voice sounded beside him.

"Jichen, stop drinking so much, won’t your stomach bother you later? You like shrimp, try some?"

Wen Jichen glanced at her, Yin Xiner smiled gently, "Try some?"

He lowered his gaze to the peeled shrimp in the bowl, stayed silent for a few seconds, then picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.

He didn’t like shrimp; the one who liked shrimp was the woman across from him.

She liked eating them but never peeled them herself; every shrimp in the past was peeled by him and fed into her mouth, with him eating alongside her.

She seemed indifferent, but to him, using those chopsticks that had fed her to eat felt like she’d poisoned him.

Just as he didn’t enjoy eating shrimp, his addiction now was because he’d been poisoned by her.

He was poisoned, by a toxin called Ling Qingan!

Looking towards the other side, the woman he once knew hadn’t touched the shrimp she used to love.

He was addicted, but she didn’t like them anymore!

Wen Jichen’s expression darkened slightly.

"I couldn’t tell, Superstar Yin being so gentle and virtuous, quite resembling a future model wife and mother. Hey, Wen Jichen, now that Li Xu is engaged, when is it your turn?"

After several rounds of drinking, the dishes varied fivefold.

At this moment, someone was drunk enough to start joking around.

The men at this table, which one of them wasn’t an influential figure?

Even if they’re the big shots, they can only pick the easy targets.

The boss and the wife?

One can’t joke, nor dare to!

Chi Mu? Married, even with kids, nothing much to say.

Li Xu engaged today, not present, excluded!

Mo Shangjie? Just a single dog!

Mu Linhao? Another single dog!

Looking around, the only pair left is him and Yin Xiner.

"Yeah, I heard you guys were meant to be engaged, how come there’s still no news? And let Li Xu beat you to it?"

"Jichen, pluck the flowers when they can be plucked; don’t let our Superstar Yin wait too long! It’s about time to marry her home. Or follow Li Xu’s lead and get engaged first!"

Some uninformed people joined in the uproar.

The atmosphere in the room fell silent for a moment, many informed but drink-sodden people still glanced up at Ling Qingan.

Like Mo Shangjie, Feng Chiyan, Mu Linhao.

Ling Qingan’s eyes looked hazy, resting her face against her hand as she sat quietly, her slightly flushed face showing a trace of allure.

Noticing everyone’s gaze falling on her, and the pin-drop silence of the room, she slowly lifted her gaze, glimmering eyes watching the crowd.

Some puzzled, some embarrassed, some worried, some curious, and across from her Yin Xiner showing guarded vigilance, various complex expressions targeted her.

Finally, she smiled softly, her tone warm, eyes bright with a striking beauty.

"Ah, I’m not a star, nor is my last name Yin."

Her voice, tone, even that lazy smile suggested her casual indifference, as if it didn’t matter.

"Exactly, why are you all staring at this pretty lady? She’s not Superstar Yin."

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Pretty lady?

Looks like she’s quite drunk!

Though Ling Qingan was indeed beautiful, coming from a man’s mouth, calling her a "pretty lady" inevitably brought a shiver.

"Hey, pretty lady, why haven’t I seen you before? Are you single? Easy to chase? Missing a boyfriend?"

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The room instantly turned cold, plunging into a dead silence.

Ling Qingan’s lips curled into a game-like smile.

"Single, easily flirted!"

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"..."

Everyone’s gaze shifted to Wen Jichen; he leaned back casually in his chair, holding a wine glass, eyes of unfathomable depth tinged with an imperceptible smile, appearing dignified and graceful.

But the hand holding the glass tightened slightly, his knuckles pale, and a chilling coldness gradually extended from him.

The man’s eyes brightened suddenly, "Really? Then I... ugh..."

Mo Shangjie firmly covered the man’s mouth, "Damn it, it’s still about getting out of singleness for yourself! We agreed friends travel together for life; whoever goes first is a dog! You dare sneak off without me!"

What was he thinking chasing her!

Risking his life, wasn’t he? Didn’t he sense the wrong atmosphere?

The man clawed at Mo Shangjie’s hand, but Mo Shangjie held tight, refusing to let go.

Seeing the tense vibe, someone quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Hey hey hey, we’re drifting off topic, weren’t we discussing Jichen and Superstar Yin’s situation? Jichen, when are you marrying Superstar Yin? Don’t let us sneaky ones sneak in, hurry up and tie the knot so we can give up!"

Mo Shangjie: "..."

You sure know how to wrap things up!

"Right right right! The whole Yong City, no, the whole Hua Country knows about Superstar Yin being cherished by you. Since she’s so treasured, you should marry her soon. Come, let’s take this chance to congratulate the pair on their union and wish them happiness!"

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

Once more, everyone’s gaze fell on Ling Qingan.

Ling Qingan’s smile hadn’t changed from beginning to end, watching Yin Xiner look at her nervously, she raised her eyebrows, lounging relaxedly in her seat, her tone careless.

"Congrats!"

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Again, everyone’s gaze turned to Wen Jichen; his face where there had been three parts smile turned to seven parts, with the chilling aura deepening.

The smile grew deeper, the cold more intense!