Bian Xin deliberately walk faster than Yun Feiwu, wanting to sit next to Xia Shutong. “Hello, President Xia, good ev…”
The words “good evening” had not yet left her lips when Bian Xin’s hand, which was pulling out the chair, froze.
Xia Shutong crossed her arms and glanced at her.
In her gaze seemed to have a layer of ancient, unmelting ice, sending a shiver down her spine.
Then Xia Shutong glanced at Yun Feiwu behind her and shifted her gaze to the seat beside her.
The message was clear, this was Yun Feiwu’s seat, and Bian Xin should roll away as far as possible.
“Heh… hehe, good evening, President Xia,” Bian Xin forced a smile, and after uttering these words, she obediently took a seat nearby.
However, Yun Feiwu hesitated for a moment. She walked over to Xia Shutong, pulled out the chair, and sat down. “President Xiao Xia, good evening.”
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President Xia was warning her, telling her not to overthink things?
Well, after all, Yun Feiwu was the artist of President Xia’s company. Naturally, she would protect her.
And as for Bian Xin, what did she even count as?
Bian Xin’s nails dug into her flesh, yet her face still maintained a smile. She continued chatting and exchanging pleasantries with the other.
…
As soon as Yun Feiwu took the sit beside her, Xia Shutong caught a faint, delicate fragrance emanating from her.
She couldn’t tell the brand of the perfume but even though the scent was subtle at first, after a prolonged exposure, the icy scent dissipated, leaving behind warmth and allure.
It exuded a sense of security.
Xia Shutong instinctively wanted to take in the scent a bit more, but immediately, her thoughts jumped to that embarrassing situation in the restroom where she was pressed against the door.
At that time, she had been enveloped by this very fragrance.
Her body unconsciously stiffened slightly. Fortunately, after Yun Feiwu sat down, he didn’t speak to Xia Shutong again. She behaved properly without any unnecessary actions.
Gradually relaxing, Xia Shutong began contemplating how to approach Yun Feiwu after the dinner.
Directly asking her, “Did we know each other before?”
No, she could not ask her that way.
They clearly knew each other. The question was about the depth of their “interactions”.
Then should she ask, “what kind of relationship did we have before?”
That wasn’t right either, blurting it out felt off.
While Xia Shutong’s mind was caught in this internal struggle, the dishes and drinks had been served.
The area around the film studio wasn’t known for its upscale environment, so the alcohol served was only basic, with low-end liquor and canned beer.
“President Xia, would you like white wine or yellow wine?” Bian Xin took the initiative, picking up a bottle and pouring a glass for Xia Shutong.
However, Xia Shutong shook her head. “No need, I’ll have orange juice.”
Since her memory loss, she hadn’t consumed alcohol yet, unsure about how high her tolerance is. If she were to drink too much at the table and accidentally reveal something, it would outweigh the benefits.
Bian Xin’s hand trembled slightly, almost spilling the contents of the bottle. She forced herself to stay composed as she poured the orange juice for Xia Shutong, then proceeded to pour wine for Director Dai Su.
After pouring wine, she returned to her sit next to Yun Feiwu.
Bian Xin scanned the surroundings, noticing that Director Dai Su was engrossed in conversation with the on-set screenwriter, and the other actors were engaged in their own discussions. Xia Shutong sat with a stern expression, seemingly focused on listening to Director Dai Su, apparently not paying attention to their side.
“Yun Yun, would you like white wine or beer?” Bian Xin asked softly, while taking a glass for Yun Feiwu.
When Xia Shutong, who had been lost in thought heard it, her face immediately darkened. She remembered Qian Lingling mentioning that Yun Feiwu was allergic to alcohol, and Bian Xin should have known about it too.
So, was Bian Xin doing this intentionally?
“I don’t drink,” Yun Feiwu said in a calm tone.
However, Bian Xin persisted, her voice soft, “Oh, come on, Yun Yun. It’s the opening party today, how can you not have a drink? It’ll ruin the atmosphere.”
While saying these words, Bian Xin intentionally lowered her voice, afraid that President Xia might hear.
Little did she know, Xia Shutong’s attention was fully focused on them; every word she uttered, Xia Shutong heard it crystal clear.
Bian Xin picked up a wine glass for Yun Feiwu, and took the initiative to pour wine into it. “Yun Yun, how about we drink white wine today?”
Just as she filled the glass full with wine, and was about to hand the wine glass to her.
She noticed there’s already a glass of orange juice placed in front of Yun Feiwu.
But in front of Xia Shutong, there was nothing.
Bian Xin immediately realized that President Xia had given her orange juice to Yun Feiwu. Which means… President Xia hear their conversation?
Bian Xin quickly glanced at Xia Shutong and realized that something was off, President Xia was clearly smiling, not wearing the cold expression from earlier.
However, this smile, strangely enough, was even more chilling than before.
Bian Xin, in a fluster, poured another glass of orange juice for Xia Shutong, while the glass of white wine naturally remained in front of her.
Bian Xin wasn’t unfamiliar with drinking, after all, she had spent many years in the entertainment industry and had done her fair share of accompanying drinks. It’s just that, under normal circumstances, who would drink low-grade liquor like “Er Guo Tou” for accompanying drinks?
She simply couldn’t get used to the pungent taste of this kind of liquor and was planning to take a few sips later and be done with it.
However, Xia Shutong suddenly raised her glass and clinked it against her own, saying, “Miss Bian.”
The smile in Xia Shutong’s eyes grew more pronounced, the corners of her crimson lips forming an attractive curve. Despite its undeniable beauty, it failed to evoke any sense of appreciation instead, it created a disturbing sensation.
“Cheers,” Xia Shutong said, still smiling.
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Bian cin clearly a collateral damage