Just as Lu Xing was about to explode, the staff member responsible for hosting Chen Enci, due to uncertainty about how much of their conversation Qin Jie had overheard, nervously began to speak again, "Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin, I and Chen Enci ..."
Before the word "master" was even spoken, Qin Jie had bypassed Chen Enci and others, striding towards the photography studio.
His demeanor suggested he was completely uninterested in whatever they had just been discussing.
His steps were fast, and in Chen Enci's eyes, it seemed he couldn't wait to put distance between them.
A mocking smile flashed in Chen Enci's eyes. The moment Qin Jie passed by her, she also lifted her foot and, in high heels, walked forward without a sideways glance.
Swiftly, a considerable distance grew between the two individuals.
Very quickly, one figure disappeared at the photography studio's door, and another figure vanished at the entrance of the public makeup room.
In the hallway, the remaining two groups of people gave each other polite nods. Then Lu Xing clattered into the makeup room, Tang Jiu hotfooted it into the photography studio, each rushing to find their own ancestors.
…
Upon hearing the door open, Chen Enci, sitting in front of the makeup mirror with the makeup artist evenly spreading foundation on her face, turned to look. Seeing it was Lu Xing, Chen Enci weariedly turned away.
"Look at you, always being so impatient, what kind of curse words were you hurling just now, I wonder if he heard..." Lu Xing moved towards Chen Enci, pulled up a chair and sat down, "I reckon he must have heard, at the moment when you cursed, the door was already open. The makeup room's door is just a thin piece of wood, it doesn't block sound at all. Probably he could clearly hear everything the young fellow was saying as he brought us over…"
"Most people would become friends or strangers after breaking up, but look at you, you're treating him as if he's a mortal enemy. I think you would happily skin him alive… If you hadn't never mentioned him all these years, I would have thought you've yet to move on from him..."
Usually when Lu Xing grumbled at Chen Enci, Chen would remain silent, but when she did reply, it would be a stunner that left Lu speechless. However, today, Chen didn't utter a word despite all her beratement, Lu Xing, finding her silence unusually agreeable, chatted to her heart's content before settling in a chair to fiddle with her phone while waiting for Chen Enci to finish her makeup.
After applying the base makeup, drawing her eyebrows, and putting on eyeshadow, while the makeup artist was sticking eyelashes on Chen Enci, she finally spoke, "Xingxing, what was the last thing you said?"
"Huh?" Lu Xing looked up, glanced at Chen Enci, and after a dozen or so seconds, reacted, "I said... I thought you hadn't yet moved on from him…"
"Why are you asking this? Could it be you really haven't moved on yet? The reason you don't mention it is because you dare not?"
Chen Enci laughed. Her eyes were bright and sparkling as she said, "Xingxing, you underestimate me. I'm Chen Enci, who slept with all the tycoon investors, reputable directors, and somewhat popular male stars. With so many men, would I remember him?"
Lu Xing's face immediately darkened, "Alright, it's one thing when others say that, but who speaks about themselves like that!"
Chen Enci stopped talking, the smile at the corner of her lips lingering. She looked as dazzling as a pearl, but in the depths of her beautiful black eyes, emptiness slowly crept in.