Chapter 5 Yao Qing, You're Still Alive?

She emerged from the restroom, and everything before her eyes was double-visioned.

Director Wang had been feeding her high proof alcohol in an attempt to get her drunk, and now with the alcohol hitting her hard, she felt uncomfortable all over.

It had been two years since she had barely touched alcohol, and even though she had a good tolerance, suddenly consuming so much was still too much.

The woman with a flushed complexion walked carelessly, her black hair draped over her arm like threads, each one wrapping around the heart of anyone who laid eyes on her.

The glances of passersby landed on her.

Yao Qing seemed to notice these gazes, or perhaps not, as she leisurely took out her phone to call Ruan Qiu.

Just as she unlocked her phone, a hand snatched it away.

"Beautiful lady, are you alone?"

Yao Qing squinted at the uninvited guest before her.

Ah, an acquaintance.

"Oh, Xiang Yanghong?" She retrieved her phone, her eyes brimming with profound meaning.

The man whose name was called was startled for a moment, "You know me?"

"More than know, we're old acquaintances, don't you remember?" Yao Qing suddenly laughed, her eyes watery as she stared straight at the man in front of her.

Xiang Yanghong looked at Yao Qing blankly, first drowning in her beauty... and then he realized the content of her words.

"Could it be that you and I share some unresolved fate...?"

He was always a playboy, and it wouldn't be surprising if he had forgotten any trysts with women, but the woman in front of him was not the type one could just forget.

Yao Qing played with the hair by her ear, and Xiang Yanghong's gaze tightened once again.

All she did was raise her hand, and under Xiang Yanghong's expectant look, she smacked the cold screen of her phone against his face twice.

"Your face, it's dirtied my hand twice, don't you remember?"

Her face was tinged with a faint pink, her gaze fixated on him, unwavering.

Xiang Yanghong was stunned in place, his expression changing from confusion to astonishment, and then to an indescribable malice.

Looking at the woman's face before him, he suddenly thought of something—

"Yao Qing?"

"Weren't you put in prison? You're still alive?!"

Yao Qing laughed mockingly as though she had heard a joke, "Seeing me alive and well must be killing you, isn't it?"

Xiang Yanghong clenched his fist as memories surged in his mind like a tidal wave.

Four years ago, this woman was not so arrogant.

He could still remember, her eyes brimming with tears as that man grabbed her hand and she fiercely slapped his face left and right, an image he would never forget for as long as he lived.

Yao Qing's sudden disappearance had everyone in the circle believing that she went to prison along with her father.

The daughter of a corrupt businessman and a rapist, with her father in jail, how could she roam free and live a joyful life?

Who would have guessed... she was still alive, and living... like this...

Xiang Yanghong bit down on his back teeth fiercely and suddenly grabbed Yao Qing's wrist.

"You dead woman, four years ago someone was protecting you, but not anymore! It's just tit for tat, I'm not the bad guy here!"

It was unclear which word had struck a nerve in Yao Qing, but her eyes reddened, and she lifted her foot aiming for his most vulnerable spot.

Yao Qing had learned some self-defense techniques for women, and she put strength into this kick.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a black shadow at the corner.

As her thoughts were racing, the crisp sound of high heels echoed as they hit the ground.

She kicked into the air.