Jiang Qiwei was dressed in a red silk spaghetti - strap mermaid dress. Her waistline was exquisitely defined. She was half - reclined on the sofa in the private room, looking exactly like a charming mermaid.
The mermaid dress had a high slit. Coupled with her half - lying position, her two fair and toned thighs were fully exposed, extremely alluring.
She already had a strikingly beautiful face, and with her curvy figure, it would be hard for any man to resist if he saw this scene.
However, the "Lu Yan" in front of her was not a man.
"Lu Yan, take a seat," she said in an authoritative tone, like a host, motioning with her eyes for "Lu Yan" to sit on the sofa.
But there was hardly enough room for another person on the sofa.
After some consideration, "Lu Yan" chose to stand aside, with a calm look in her eyes. "Miss Jiang, what did you want to talk to me about?"
There was an obvious sense of distance in her tone.
Jiang Qiwei was not in a hurry. She just looked at him with a smile. "Lu Yan, don't be so rigid. I just wanted to invite you here to catch up."
Jiang Qiwei was actually quite surprised that "Lu Yan" had really come.
She had thought that the incident would not be a leverage against this man, but he still showed up. Did it mean that he was actually quite afraid of the truth from that year?
Thinking of this, she gained more confidence. "Since I returned to China, we haven't had a proper one - on - one conversation like this."
"I have nothing to talk to you about, Miss Jiang." "Lu Yan" drawled lazily, not even willing to spare her a second glance. "Let's cut to the chase. What happened that year."
What happened that year?
Jiang Qiwei's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect him to turn the tables and ask her instead. She couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. "What's there to talk about regarding what happened that year?"
Ning Anmiao's mind went blank for a few seconds.
She suddenly realized something was wrong.
In Jiang Qiwei's mind, the "real cause of Lu's father's death" should be something that both she and Lu Yan were well - aware of.
If she were to ask Jiang Qiwei to explain what happened that year now, it would be like writing "I'm not Lu Yan" on her forehead.
This would be quite disadvantageous to her.
"Isn't this something you should confess to me, Miss Jiang?" "Lu Yan" deliberately deepened his voice, with a serious expression. "What happened that year is definitely related to the Jiang family."
Ning Anmiao was taking a gamble.
Sure enough, after saying this, Jiang Qiwei's face visibly paled. She looked at "Lu Yan" in a panic. "L - Lu Yan, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
She had gambled right.
Judging from Jiang Qiwei's reaction, it was obvious that the one who was truly guilty was her, not Lu Yan.
This made things much easier to handle.
"Since that's the case, I don't have the time to beat around the bush with you."
"Lu Yan" said in a deep voice, pausing slightly before continuing calmly, "You'd better not use this to threaten me anymore, Jiang Qiwei."
Enunciating each word clearly, "Lu Yan" continued, "I believe I don't need to tell you which family, the Jiangs or the Lus, is more powerful now."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
The little wife of Lu Yan who was on her period was still waiting for her at home!
But before she could take a step, her wrist was grabbed by the other person. She was forced to turn around, and a soft body immediately nestled into her arms.
Which man could resist the temptation of a beauty in his arms?
"Lu Yan..."
Jiang Qiwei wrapped her arms around "Lu Yan"'s waist. She looked up with misty eyes. "Lu Yan, are you really going to be this heartless?"
Ning Anmiao:?
Jiang Qiwei continued, her voice tinged with sobs. "You know, I've been all alone abroad these years. Outsiders think I'm living a glamorous life, but in fact, I'm very lonely."
"I've always regretted not being able to marry into your family that year."
As she said this, Jiang Qiwei deliberately leaned closer to "Lu Yan"'s chest. "Not being able to become your wife is the biggest regret of my life."
"That is indeed quite a pity," "Lu Yan" frowned slightly and then unhesitatingly pushed her away from his arms, immediately creating a distance between them.
For some reason, when she heard Jiang Qiwei say "not being able to become his wife", a flash of jealousy welled up in her heart.
If Lu Yan had really married Jiang Qiwei that year, then she wouldn't have had the chance to marry Lu Yan later.
He would have held Jiang Qiwei's hand, cared for her every day, observed her preferences and habits, and silently prepared everything for her...
Thinking of this, Ning Anmiao felt a tightness in her throat. There was also a hint of disgust in her eyes when she looked at Jiang Qiwei. "Miss Jiang, the matter of the marriage alliance is in the past. Please respect yourself."
"I'm already married now. Please don't bother me anymore."
Seeing that "Lu Yan" was about to leave, a hint of unwillingness flashed across Jiang Qiwei's eyes. "Lu Yan, you're so heartless. You don't care about our past feelings at all, do you?"
"Lu Yan"'s back stiffened for a few seconds, and then he suddenly calmed down.
Although Ning Anmiao didn't like Jiang Qiwei, she had to admit that this was Lu Yan's social circle, not hers.
She could avoid Jiang Qiwei because she didn't like her, but Lu Yan couldn't.
Before she knew whether there were still business dealings between the Lu and Jiang families, she couldn't be so impulsive and make decisions for Lu Yan.
After thinking all this through, "Lu Yan" slowly turned around. Looking at Jiang Qiwei standing there, biting her lower lip tightly, she felt a twinge of hesitation.
She scanned the room and saw the wine bottles on the table.
"Okay, let's have one last drink. From now on, we'll only talk about business, not personal matters."
"As for the feelings you mentioned, they'll all be in this glass of wine, and there's no need to mention them again."
She guessed that for a young lady like Jiang Qiwei, her face and self - esteem were more important than being rejected.
If there was a good ending, maybe her attitude wouldn't be so extreme.
This was the best solution Ning Anmiao could come up with.
Jiang Qiwei didn't expect "Lu Yan" to say this suddenly. The unwillingness on her face gradually faded.
Without even letting others notice the fleeting malice in her eyes, she suddenly smiled. "Sure, let's drink this glass of wine. From now on, we'll part on good terms!"
Seeing her being so magnanimous, Ning Anmiao felt more at ease.
She walked over, picked up the wine glasses on one side, and poured two glasses of wine. She handed one to Jiang Qiwei.
"Part on good terms."
After saying this, she boldly downed the wine in one gulp.
When she tilted her head to drink the wine, she vaguely noticed that Jiang Qiwei didn't drink. Instead, she was looking at her with a smile.
Before she could react, her head suddenly started spinning. She couldn't even hold the wine glass steadily. Her legs went weak, and she fell directly to the ground.
She thought it was the same drug effect as what happened to Lu Yan last time, but she felt that it was different.
Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. She could hardly stay awake and just wanted to fall asleep.
In the last second before her consciousness faded, all she could see was the swaying ceiling and the soft whispers lingering in her ears.
"Lu Yan, I've finally waited for this."