Chapter 2

Yun Heng's dressing room is large, and everything on display at the moment is shoes and accessories.

Fatima watched Amina change the shoes on her feet from one pair to another. The beautiful ones were too uncomfortable, and the comfortable ones were too mismatched. She inserted them into her waist and angrily scolded the staff.

 "The pair of purple shoes you gave me before?!"

"Miss Amina, those are not haute couture. You rejected them before."

 "Then find a similar haute couture!"

"Everything we can find is already here." The staff member trembled, shrank his neck, and looked at Fatima who was entering as if asking for help.

She didn't think Fatima would help her at first. The girls in this circle were perfect and delicate on the outside, but very arrogant and domineering on the inside.

Unexpectedly, Fatima actually opened her mouth, with a gentle smile on her face and eyes, her chest was crossed, and she still had the same cold tone, "What, did Ahmed offend you again?"

Fatima understands her. Amina has a bad temper, but she is not such a person who throws anger at others for no reason, let alone such an important wedding day.

Sure enough, when she heard what she said, Amina simply sat on the sofa, crossing her arms and feeling angry.

"He told me that there was an important person he wanted to meet, so he left me alone. He also said that the engagement time would be delayed by fifteen minutes! What an important person, we are engaged!"

The more Amina talked, the angrier she became, and she almost wanted to pull off her veil, throw off her shoes, and walk away.

Fatima understood, and remembered what Aisha said just now, Omar invited Ali to come, in the room on the top floor.

He is probably the only one in the circle who can allow Ahmed to put aside his fiancée temporarily and go to chat.

 No wonder people in the hall are so restless tonight.

Fatima sat down and helped Amina straighten the veil that had just fallen off, "There are so many guests outside, you don't want everyone to see the joke."

One sentence struck a chord in Amina's mind. No matter how angry she was at the moment, she could only hold it back.

In their circle, bankruptcy and reorganization are not the most terrifying thing. Losing face is the biggest thing.

Seeing Amina deflated, Fatima patted her on the back, "Who knows who Helicopter Rose is chasing after Ahmed, he must be someone important."

 "That's how men are, career is always more important than wife, huh."

Fortunately, Ahmed came back quickly. Fatima and Amina briefly chatted about their future wedding plans. When they looked up, they saw Ahmed panting, with his hands on his hips, and his face turned red. He was not as calm as the groom.

Amina lost her temper in an instant. She came forward with a tissue and scolded her, "Look at you, why are you running? You're sweating profusely."

"I, I'm not afraid, phew, I'm afraid that the baby will be angry, Sister Fatima."

Fatima raised her chin as a response to him. Seeing the two young couples looking sweet again, she stood up and planned to return to the hall.

Ahmed watched her leave, coughed lightly as he remembered something, looked at Fatima, turned around, and whispered, "Ali is up there, I just told him you are here."

 Both of them thought she had some special relationship with Ali.

Fatima chuckled and shook her head, without explaining much, she waved her hand and went straight out of the dressing room door.

 When we returned to the lobby, all seats had been arranged.

As soon as Fatima sat down, she saw Layla rushing over in a hurry, sat down next to her, and took a breath.

 He was also wearing a neat suit, which was incompatible with the entire party.

 Fatima frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Don't mention it. The project in Beicheng is about to be sold. There was a temporary problem with the land. They refused to give it to us at any cost. Jamal slammed the table in anger."

Fatima listened to her tone and teased, "You still feel sorry for him."

Although the Sun family in Nancheng is not a top-notch wealthy family, it does have a big business. Layla was born in a serious financial class, just to go home to pick up Mr. Sun's class, but she didn't expect to meet Jamal suddenly, and immediately threw her away. He has gained millions of dollars and gone to work as a general assistant for others. He is so busy day by day that he never forgets to sympathize with the capitalists.

Fatima couldn't stand her willingness to go through fire and water for love, so she would scold her even if nothing happened.

"It's not Ali yet. The acquisition deal two days ago was so big that he took it as soon as he said it would happen. Now everyone who is not holding on to it wants to hold the project in hand and let him touch the gold."

Fatima hummed from deep in her mouth, looking unconcerned.

Ali returned to China with great fanfare. From the very beginning, he launched a project that Bo Yun had been planning for five years. This really shocked the financial circles of Donghai City and the whole country.

Layla glanced around the audience and burst into laughter, "You are so angry with Aisha again, that little white eyeball is almost rolling up to the sky."

 "She wants to crawl into Ali's bed, so what's the point of looking for me?"

"I'm afraid I want to ask you what kind of ecstasy soup you gave Ali to be able to enter and exit Xingyaju." Layla teased with a smile.

Fatima sneered, full of sarcasm, "If she really asked me so straightforwardly, maybe I could be kind enough to give her some advice."

She said this as if Fatima knew a lot about how to handle men, and she would make Ali laugh angrily if she heard her.

 Amina's engagement was lavish.

The host chose a celebrity from CCTV. Standing there, Kankan gave off a somewhat serious and solemn temperament to this romantic and gorgeous scene.

She spoke even more smoothly, which made the two young newcomers slow down. Amina was so full of pretentious and sweet words that she couldn't say them out. Finally she opened her mouth and said something dignified. Generous words like "I will spend the rest of my life with him".

Layla looked amused and teased in a low voice: "Amina's grandfather is still capable, a pedantic and stubborn decent person, and found such a way to treat Amina."

Amina used to be called Amina, but later her father gave her a baby name, which was Yan Yan. Amina was so angry that she immediately changed her name.

It's just that Fatima and Layla grew up together, and they still habitually call her Amina.

Fatima found it very boring. It was so rare that she got engaged and she had to compete with her elders. It was really sad in this world.

 He leaned back in his chair and almost fainted listening to the lengthy speech.

So much so that she didn't pay attention when the venue suddenly became agitated. Layla pinched her waist lightly. Before Fatima could even breathe out the word "pain", she was choked back by Ahmed's excited word "Ali". .

 The whole place was in an uproar instantly.

Tonight is a high-end venue, and most of the people who come are aristocratic. Seventy-percent of the country's most prestigious political and business figures are here, and all of them are role players who are not angry and self-respecting.

Despite this, the people here still stand out. As long as you look at it, you can't take your eyes away.

I saw that the leading man had a narrow waist and long legs, a tall figure, slightly narrowed eyes, deep and narrow eyes, and was dressed more casually. He only had a simple dark green silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He must have just come down from upstairs. , with a bit of laziness, and his appearance already had a bit of evil, which made him even more cynical.

 Not long after Ali returned to China, few people had seen him.

But Omar and Rami who were following him were famous young men in Donghai City, and they were usually praised and respected by others. It was obvious who was surrounded by them.

Ahmed almost jogged over, his eyes excited, and he shouted, "Ali" several times.

Ali had a faint smile in his eyes, and handed over a thick red envelope, "I'll give you a gift, and I'll leave now."

Although this engagement banquet was of the highest standard, it was really a great honor to have Ali, who was used to not appearing in public, come directly to congratulate her.

 He didn't need to send this red envelope himself.

Grandpa Amina walked over from one side with a cane on her, her eyes gleaming, but Ahmed knew Ali's temper and immediately stood in front of Ali, "Thank you, brother, I will take Amina to visit home another day."

Ali nodded, without saying much. His eyes slightly scanned the whole place, and landed on a certain warm yellow figure. He moved away without any trace, without any flaws.

Omar's gift money had already been handed over by someone, and he immediately asked his assistant to hand over a bag, a Hermès bag with a rare leather and gold buckle, a rare item even with top-quality goods.

Amina's eyes lit up, and she was trying to push it away when she took it away. But when she finally got it, she fumbled with it, and the corners of her eyes were full of joy.

Buying a bag is never difficult, but some bags cannot be bought with money, such as this one sent by Omar.

"Next time let Ahmed take you to play, call me..." Omar's eyes scanned the whole place, and when he saw Fatima, he smiled brightly, "Call Fatima, that little girl."

Fatima sat on the bench with her legs crossed and her chest crossed. She was watching them chatting with no expression at first. Suddenly she heard her name being called and gave him a helpless look.

She and Omar were not familiar with each other, and they didn't get along well with each other when they were students. He always called her a proud little fairy, so she just raised her head and didn't pay much attention to him.

 Later, when I went to study abroad, we lost contact with each other, and when we came back, we rarely saw each other.

Omar's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and many people around him listened, and their eyes turned to Fatima.

It's definitely not because of the relationship between Omar and Fatima. The person behind this is probably the speechless Ali in the crowd.

 But Amina was still excited, so she responded naturally.

 After saying a few more words to each other, they left naturally.

However, Ali's short arrival caused an uproar at the scene, and the noise did not subside for a long time.

Layla bumped Fatima's arm like a gossip, "Ali is so handsome again, no wonder you can't control it. I want to press him on the bed if you want me."

 "Jamal knows you are still thinking about other men's bodies."

"It's bad," Layla waved her hand. "With how he works overtime every day, there's a good chance he's not very good at that."

 "Sooner or later I have to find happiness in other men."

Fatima was so amused that her eyebrows were filled with smiles and she was so beautiful that Layla was stunned for a moment and then clicked her tongue twice.

"No wonder Ali can't control himself. Let's get a room together one day, and you can let me sleep there too."

"Layla, if you use your ability to tease me against Jamal, you won't still be the general assistant now."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, no wonder men like stupid beauties, Fatima, the reason why you were born single is because of your mouth."

"The reason why I was single is because I don't want to fall in love, so why do I have to do such boring things." Fatima snorted and said disdainfully.

 The two of them were bickering, and suddenly they heard their phone vibrate.

 A WeChat message.

 Ali: [Wait for me in the front hall after the end]

 The top of this WeChat message was sent by Ali twenty minutes ago.

 Ali: [Are you downstairs? ]

If Fatima hadn't known Ali's personality, she might have thought that he was going to the scene just to confirm whether he was present.