After being kicked out of the rich family, she had morning sickness, and the chaebol heir went crazy

But before the party started, she handed her handbag to the waiter for safekeeping out of caution, and her cell phone lay quietly in the bag.

At this moment, she was isolated and helpless, with no one to turn to, and no one to help. It seemed that she could only succumb to Lu Huaijin's playful arrangement.

Seeing her eyes faintly red, and trying hard to hold back the anger that was about to burst out, Lu Huaijin's mischievous intention seemed to be restrained, and there was a hint of gentleness in his words: "Just wait for me here."

After leaving this brief instruction, he turned around, opened the bathroom door neatly, strode out, and his figure quickly disappeared outside the door.

Not far outside the door, Liu Kuan had been waiting for a long time, holding a brand new, unopened shirt tightly in his hand.

A moment later, Lu Huaijin returned wearing a new shirt, buttoning his collar leisurely.

At the same time, he gave the next instruction: "Go to the passenger side of my car and get the spare skirt."

Zhu Feiwan, who was left alone in the men's bathroom, was extremely anxious and tried her best to think of how to repair the torn skirt.

She tried to solve the problem by using a knot, but was sad to find that this method was of no use and her key parts were still exposed.

In the end, she realized that the most practical solution might be to temporarily borrow Lu Huaijin's shirt as an emergency measure.

Lu Huaijin's shirt was of excellent quality and the perfect length, enough to cover all the discomfort in her lower body.

When she had carefully buttoned every button of her shirt, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Lu Huaijin, carrying a paper bag, walked straight into this private space.

The first thing that caught his eye was Zhu Feiwan in the mirror, wearing his burgundy shirt. For some reason, he looked even more charming.

The loose shirt not only perfectly wrapped her upper body, but also brought out her two straight and slender legs, unexpectedly coinciding with the current popular "missing bottom" trend.

But in Lu Huaijin's eyes, no one can control this casual yet elegant beauty better than Zhu Feiwan at this moment.

She is neither vulgar nor cunning, yet reveals a cunning wildness, like a little wild cat that may show its claws at any time.

This seemingly confrontational attitude made Lu Huaijin feel that she was even more charming.

He stared, as if time had stopped at this moment, and his heart was full of confusion - could a person's attire change his temperament so profoundly?

Compared with five years ago, she is completely different.

"Put on this dress. I wanted to give it to you, but I was worried that you would throw it away because it wasn't valuable enough."

Lu Huaijin's voice was gentle and delicate, and he gently placed the bag in his hand on the sink.

His eyes accidentally swept over Zhu Feiwan again. Although he had thousands of words in his heart, he finally chose to remain silent. The words "Actually, you look more charming in a shirt" were never uttered.

……

After putting down his things, Lu Huaijin didn't stay for long and strode away.

Zhu Feiwan hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked towards the sink on the right.

When she opened the paper bag, a snow-white long dress came into view. The familiarity made her suddenly remember that this was exactly the same dress that Lu Huaijin had given her five years ago.

Unfortunately, the skirt that carried the memories was torn to pieces by his own hands during their cold and stalemate days, and turned into nothing.

Such styles are hard to find in today's market. How could Lu Huaijin find such a similar alternative?

Zhu Feiwan shook his head slightly, a bitter smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Has he been secretly probing her thoughts to verify whether she is still the same Zhu Feiwan from the past?

Soon, Zhu Feiwan opened the door of the men's restroom and walked out.

Zhao Huai was still panting, and hurriedly stood in front of her, with his hands on his knees, his cheeks flushed: "Junior sister, what happened just now? Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road, and I am late."

As soon as he entered the venue, he was surrounded by a noisy discussion. He hurried here without having time to ask for details.

"Where did you get this men's shirt you are wearing?" Zhao Huai asked curiously.

"Lu Huaijin's." Zhu Feiwan replied.

"What? That bastard?"

Zhao Huai wanted to continue asking, but Zhu Feiwan had already flashed past him without stopping.

She did not stay at the party any longer. She picked up her handbag and left this place of trouble resolutely.

"You see, I told you she wanted to find a hole to crawl into, and now she's too embarrassed to see anyone to see her. She's ready to run away."

Lisa held up a red wine glass, her eyes following Zhu Feiwan, her tone full of sarcasm.

Just as Zhu Feiwan was about to disappear from sight, Han Xiaowen's assistant quickly caught up with him and asked loudly, "Master Lisa, where do you live? Do you need me to give you a ride?"

Earlier, when Zhu Feiwan's clothes were torn, Han Xiaowen had not yet reacted, but Lu Huaijin had already taken the lead. At this moment, he was drinking with his friends, feeling depressed.

Not only him, but everyone at the scene was extremely surprised when they heard the assistant call her "Goddess Lisa". Han Xiaowen even exclaimed, jumped up from the sofa, and quickly ran out the door.

"…What's going on? Who is she?"

His voice echoed in the corridor, full of doubt and confusion.

"Boss, she is the legendary goddess Lisa."

Han Xiaowen couldn't help but burst out with a surprised curse. This sudden news was like a bolt from the blue, leaving him at a loss for a moment.

He thought today was just an ordinary party, but he didn't expect to meet such an important figure here.

Not only him, but all the guests around him were extremely shocked after learning about this, and it seemed that their jaws were about to drop.

Lisa, this name is well-known in the global fashion industry. Although her fame has only grown in recent years, since she entered this industry, she has quickly climbed to the top like a legend and has become an unmatched existence.

Paris, New York, Tokyo, these global fashion centers, always reserve special space when hosting grand fashion weeks, just to exhibit her creative and spiritual design masterpieces.

Even top brands have extended olive branches to her and invited her to be chief designer, but she declined them one by one, as if what she was pursuing was a higher level of artistic freedom and independence.

"That's impossible. She's Lisa? I've always imagined Lisa to be an older, experienced, stable and mature middle-aged lady."

Someone was muttering quietly, his words full of surprise and confusion.

"I think so too. After all, her designs are always so sophisticated and steady, and she loves to use retro elements, giving people a profound sense of time."

Another person echoed, his brows also filled with disbelief.

"Lisa's idol is Lisa, so she even chose an English name similar to her to chase her idol."