Chapter 1

The night in Donghai City in July is sultry and the cicadas are noisy. The air is sticky and stringy, with a sense of humidity and depression before a rainstorm.

The famous Yunheng Winery on the outskirts of the city opened two halls tonight. The main hall was the engagement ceremony of Amina and Ahmed, and all the well-known people from Donghai were invited.

Luxury cars came and went one after another, and the smell of tobacco and perfume left by the crowd still lingered on the outdoor carpet.

The boy at the door straightened his back, fearing that he would make the slightest mistake.

The manager's voice in the headset was irritable and serious, "Read the invitation card clearly and divide the guests in the main hall and the top floor. We can't bear any mistakes!"

Dozens of doormen immediately became more energetic and personally led the guests to the main hall. Occasionally, a few people holding black cards for the top floor were even more humble and protected the guests on the special ladder all the way up.

Most of the guests who came to the engagement banquet frowned and looked at the location of the special elevator, but didn't say much.

There is no one who can compare with Amina and Ahmed's engagement party.

The marriage of Amina and Ahmed can be regarded as a major event in the East China Sea in recent times.

The dinner was lively, and the newlyweds had not yet come out. The guests gathered together in twos and threes. The male guests chatted about the financial situation and the overall international situation, while the female family members mostly talked about the latest fashion information and gossip.

 Fragrant clothes and shadow on the temples, flashy and luxurious.

Fatima is very tired of this kind of occasion. If Amina hadn't told her so many times, she would not have wasted her time participating in such a boring activity.

 Being surrounded by a crowd, I lacked interest.

"Is there any important person coming to the top floor today? I see that Manager Hassan's suit is almost soaked with sweat. He is so nervous."

 "It seems that Omar invited Ali."

 "Ali??!"

 "It seems so, but I'm not sure, you know?"

Fatima heard her name and raised her eyes slightly to look at the speaker.

The visitors tonight are either rich or noble, almost all of them who are famous in Donghai City have been invited.

The people around them are all real and well-known families, and they have been from aristocratic families for three generations.

It's just that famous families have to be divided into three, six or nine levels. Although Mohammadi has declined in recent years, it is still a skinny camel bigger than a horse, and it holds a chief position.

The Aisha who spoke is considered to be a new generation. Her parents caught up with the good times of reform and made a fortune through real estate. In recent years, they can really be called prosperous.

So Aisha was a little proud. Although she was smiling, the light in her eyes was tentative. She had been holding it in for a long time and finally found a reason to ask.

Ever since it was reported that Ali and Fatima had stepped into Xingyaju more than three months ago, there have been rumors in the circle of people with noses and eyes, all kinds of people, but no one dared to ask a question in front of the rightful owner.

 Aisha felt that her timing was perfect.

Fatima smiled rarely tonight, but with an obvious sarcastic intention, which made people feel very cold.

 She is naturally white, she has been carefully cared for since she was a child, and she is completely white.

Wearing a warm gold haute couture dress by elie saab, paired with long curly hair styled by a stylist, she stood out among the dazzling crowd.

Then he glanced at Aisha with a stern look and asked, "Why do I know?"

 "The day Ali came back, I heard that you..."

 The last words were not spoken, but Fatima understood.

She caressed the pink diamond on her index finger casually. It seemed that Yusuf had taken a photo of it from South Africa one year, and it made headlines because of its high price.

She didn't usually like such fancy things, just like she didn't like these people who were thinking about things.

"Aisha, if you are interested in Ali, you can go upstairs and have a look. Maybe you can actually catch him and climb into bed, just to fulfill your wishful dream."

Fatima's words were cold, but there was a smile in her eyes. Against the backdrop of the huge crystal lamp on the ceiling, her eyes seemed to be shining.

 The beauty is dazzling.

 "Fatima!"

Aisha almost said these three words through gritted teeth, but the other party was so calm that he didn't even give her the peripheral vision, and just watched Amina wave to her and take the person backstage.

A circle of people looked at Aisha, wanting to laugh but holding back. Watching Fatima leave, they all dispersed after exchanging pleasantries.

Aisha is not easy to mess with, but Mohammadi is even more prestigious, especially when they heard that Fatima had fallen in love with Ali. Everyone present was worried about their little ones and would not dare to offend her in any case.

However, a somewhat unfamiliar little girl stayed, leaned next to Aisha, and whispered, "Sister Aisha, there is no need. If Fatima really had something to do with Ali, she would still be here now."

 "Omar, you don't have to bring a female companion with you every time."

 Aisha's expression relaxed.

 But my teeth still hurt from biting them.

 The little girl is right, Omar must bring a female companion to the scene.

The Omar family started out in the entertainment industry. They were involved in casinos when they were in Hong Kong and Macao. Later, they returned to China, washed their hands, and started the business of cultivating stars and investing in film and television.

 He brought a third-tier actress tonight.

She introduced herself as Layla. She is pretty and delicate. You can see the traces of fine-tuning on her face, but she is more refined. She is very thin, not too fleshy, but her eyes are bright.

The top floor of Yunheng is half glass suite and half open-air balcony. It is equipped with outdoor DJ and indoor mixing station, which is the ultimate luxury experience.

There are not many friends to call, they are all childhood and close friends, and there are only about 20 female companions.

 What I am playing with is flowers.

This group of people grew up with silver spoons in their mouths, and they know how to maximize entertainment projects.

Omar gathered people to play mahjong, adding some flips, and he won a lot of money in one round. He turned around and shouted for Ali to come to the table.

"Quickly, come and touch Ali. Hussein can't do it. I don't have the passion to win."

 Layla's breathing picked up instantly.

 She knew from the moment she walked in that this man was special.

At first, he was hiding in the semi-darkness, leaning back on the sofa. He didn't talk much and was deserted. Everyone who came through the door had to say "Ali" when they saw him, which was very polite.

Most of the time, he would respond with a nonchalant "hmm". Occasionally, a few close friends would respond with a few words.

 The voice is deep.

Before she came tonight, she was told by Omar that no one could offend the protagonist tonight.

She originally thought he was a middle-aged man in his late forties, but when he got up and went to the table, Layla saw his appearance clearly.

It turned out to be a young face with a bit of evil and handsomeness, the eyes were deep and narrow with emotion, the bridge of the nose was high and the lips had no curvature, making the whole person look more and more inaccessible.

 That kind of dignity is something that even the most popular people in the circle cannot show off.

Layla believes that she has seen many handsome men and beautiful women in this circle. When she first saw Omar, she was shocked that there was such a handsome second-generation rich man. Only after seeing Ali did she know what excellence means.

It's not just the three-dimensional facial features and the exquisite eyebrows, but the calmness and ruthlessness of having the whole world under his control that comes from his bones.

Ali sat directly next to Omar, and naturally sat across the table from Layla.

The little girl was so intimidated by the aura of the person opposite her that she wanted to look but didn't dare to. When the cards were played, she groaned and didn't dare to breathe.

 He even made the wrong cards in a row.

Seeing that his little girlfriend was so frightened, Omar pinched her waist and teased with a smile, "As long as you beat Ali today, I will give you the second female lead in Yuxin's project."

When the little girl heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up, her back straightened, and she suddenly felt confident when she spoke.

She struggled to climb the big tree Omar, not just for resources. So with a hint of pretentiousness, he said, "Ali, this is what Master Omar said, don't blame me."

 Ali didn't even raise his eyelids, "Stick your tongue out and speak."

 In an instant, the little girl who had been smiling just now turned pale.

After hearing this, Rami came up to him, shook his wine glass, and smiled wildly, "Little girl, Ali hates other people's pretentiousness the most. You should do it yourself."

Layla felt her whole body soften and held up her face not to cry.

Omar still laughed, pulled her into his arms, pinched her pale face, and grabbed her butt dishonestly with his other hand. He didn't pat her until he heard her moaning. He patted her and comforted her: "Don't worry, you can't get into Ali's eyes yet, let him take care of it."

 Ali stood up and Rami sat in the vacant seat.

He casually sat on the sofa near the glass wall, leaning against the back of the chair with one leg crossed, watching them draw and play cards one by one, and chatting about recent government policies and economic conditions.

 I was very tired of hearing it, but there was nothing more interesting.

But it was Omar who said, "Ahmed is engaged in the hall downstairs, to that little girl Amina."

Ali suddenly became interested when he heard this, "Ahmed is so old-fashioned, and he still plays this crappy thing about marriage."

"Ahmed was the one he chased after him. He chased her for several years before marrying her. It is true love."

Rami smiled openly, "Let's wait three to five years before saying whether it's true love or not. Khalid also said true love when he got married, so divorce him before the child is born. What a piece of shit."

But as he said this, Ahmed actually appeared, with a big furry head on his head and a grin on his face.

Wearing a serious black suit and white shirt, tailor-made, the youthfulness has faded a lot, and he looks dignified and mature.

 At first glance, it looked like he had slipped out of a serious occasion.

His eyes shrewdly landed on the people present one by one, and he called them sweetly. Finally, when he arrived at Ali, he almost jumped up with excitement, "Brother, long time no see."

It's not a secret that Ali is here tonight, but he doesn't like to socialize, so the security level at the door is set higher, so ordinary people can't get in.

Ahmed still called Omar and he was brought in personally.

When he saw Ali, he rubbed his hands in excitement, "Omar, the time is so coincidental, it's not a good day to invite you, but today I am engaged, so I want to come and say hello."

 "With Amina?"

"Yes," Ahmed was a little excited when he heard Ali say his wife's name. "Ali still remembers her. I wasn't afraid that you would be bothered by attending such an occasion, so I didn't call you."

 "By the way, Fatima is here too, just downstairs."

Rami Hearing the snap on the tip of his tongue, he smiled brightly, "Fatima? I haven't seen this girl for many years. Is she still so beautiful?"

 "That's for sure. If you don't believe me, just ask Ali."

"Hey," it was Omar's turn to raise an eyebrow, "What, Ali, do you have anything to do with this girl?"

Ali did not speak, his eyes narrowed, and the corner of his mouth raised a faint smile. He remembered Fatima's beautiful eyes looking at him that night. The room was obviously full of beauty, and her exposed neck and shoulders were slender and white. , but his words were cold and seductive.

"Ali, we are all grown men and women. I am not responsible, and I will not be responsible for you."

Ali immediately looked at Omar, shook the wine glass in his hand, and chuckled, "Nothing, not too familiar."