Inside the high-end bar of the Empire Grand Hotel, slow dance music played, a passionate DJ spun records, wild dancers led the crowd, the lights were hypnotic, the air was filled with the smell of smoke, various fragrances mixed with faint smells of alcohol and sweat… Men and women, either embracing intimately or dancing closely, were scattered throughout the bar. Ye Ye approached the bar counter, surrounded by purple and silver cold lights, mysterious like a lurking beast… She sat down on a round bar stool, crossing her elegant legs, tapping the counter with her small hand, and spoke to the young bartender in fluent Italian, “Excuse me, Absolut Vodka, please.” Ye Ye, who usually preferred red wine, surprisingly ordered a 40% alcohol spirit, aiming to get drunk, thereby allowing herself not to think about unnecessary things… The bartender glanced at Ye Ye, surprised by her beautiful yet lonely and cold expression, and smiled. For those who had seen all sorts of romantic entanglements, Ye Ye’s expression was easily understood—troubled by love! Without saying a word, he handed her a bottle of Absolut Vodka, opened it, and passed her a glass. For those who wanted to drown their sorrows in alcohol, they never spoke much… She filled her glass to the brim, downing it in one gulp. Her capacity for alcohol wasn’t great, but she certainly wasn’t the type to get drunk easily. After her second drink, the spicy sensation rose in her throat, and a burning surge rose in her stomach. Ye Ye smiled, stood up, and entered the dance floor, with a hint of drunkenness… beginning to sway freely…
Dean confirmed that Misha had returned to her room, then he headed straight back to his own. He knew that Ye Ye, who had been hastily taken away by Nangong Xun, had nothing on her except his shirt. Entering the bedroom, he picked up Ye Ye’s small handbag placed on the chaise lounge by the window, where her keys, phone, and wallet were. He had to go to her. He knew that Ye Ye must be heartbroken right now because she was a proud little wildcat, and such an embarrassing exit would leave her strong heart feeling helpless and suppressed. For some unknown reason, Dean, who never cared about women, furrowed his brows at this thought, looking at the small handbag in his hands, his heart filled with complex emotions, a strange feeling he didn’t recognize creeping up on him…
Jones went upstairs, knocked on the door, and upon receiving Dean’s permission, entered. “Sir, I just received a call from Ximen saying that the lady is resting in your suite at the Empire…” Jones said with his usual composure. “Is she… okay?” Dean didn’t turn around, looking out the window, not letting Jones see the complexity and reluctance in his eyes—perhaps he hadn’t even noticed such emotions appearing on his face. “Ximen said she hasn’t spoken a word since she left.” Jones frowned, nodding. “Hmm… prepare the car, to the Empire.” “Yes.” Jones turned to leave. “Wait…” “Yes, sir, please speak.” “Bring out Ye Ye’s Bugatti!” Dean thought for a moment and said. That Bugatti, due to her injuries, she hadn’t been allowed to drive yet. But now, out of compensation or guilt, or some complex emotion, Dean wanted to do something that would make her happy… “Understood! Sir!” …Ten minutes later, Dean, holding Ye Ye’s small handbag, was escorted by bodyguards and Jones, personally driving the Bugatti towards the Empire Grand Hotel…
Misha stood at the window of the guest room on the second floor, watching four black Chrysler vehicles escorting a Bugatti Veyron speeding away… Tears fell, her heart ached, she loved him, destined to receive less than she gave… more helpless than consoled… Dear—will you come back tonight? When will you truly look back at me? … Can’t you feel my pain, my love? Or do you choose not to feel it?…
Upon receiving the report from the front desk, Ximen Xi hurriedly went to the next room where Nangong Xun was staying: “Xun, Ye Ye had clothes sent to her by the front desk, and now it seems she’s gone out!” “What?! She has nothing on her! Where could she go?” Nangong Xun, who was looking at documents, stood up abruptly, his usual elegance and indifference replaced by wide, beautiful eyes. “Xun, don’t you think you’ve been a bit too harsh on Ye Ye?” Ximen Xi raised an eyebrow, looking at his friend’s overreaction, and asked quietly. “Xi, if you hadn’t followed us out of the villa, you would have the right to ask me this, but since you did follow, you’ve lost that right! Because, my heart is as yours!” Nangong Xun hid his surprise from earlier, coldly speaking to Ximen Xi, revealing some deep-seated truths between them. Ximen Xi gave a bitter smile, “Hehe, Xun, sigh… let’s not talk about it anymore, shall we check if she’s in her room?” Faced with a question that clearly touched on a sore point, smart people would choose to avoid it. “Hmm.” The two went to Ye Ye’s room, not surprisingly, to find it empty… They exchanged a surprised look—she had nothing, where could she go? “Surveillance, check the 50th floor’s surveillance, yes, within the last thirty-five minutes, see where the lady from the Duke’s room went?” Ximen Xi immediately called the security room to check the footage, wanting to confirm if Ye Ye was still in the hotel. …Five minutes later… “The hotel’s internal nightclub? Are you sure?” Ximen Xi asked. …After hanging up the phone, Ximen Xi told Nangong Xun, “She’s at the bar on the 8th floor.” They immediately headed towards the bar…
