Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

The flickering spots of light from the wine were reflected in her cunning eyes, just like the ice crystals sparkling on the crab shell just now.

Zhou Qi raised his head and drank the wine in the cup. As his Adam's apple rolled, he caught a glimpse of Lin Xindie arranging the last piece of frosted salmon into the shape of a rose.

He suddenly felt that perhaps losing occasionally was also a different kind of enjoyment.

As the glasses clinked, the banquet hall was filled with laughter.

As the wine in the glass continued to drop, Qiao Xuying picked up the king crab leg meat with a silver fork and talked about the past with a glance:

"That year, Hai City issued stock subscription certificates. I was so worried that I couldn't sleep at the bank counter. Suddenly, a young man in a white shirt came..."

She tapped Zhou Qi with her fingertips: "Mr. Zhou sat down on the swivel chair and bought ten subscription certificates without blinking an eye."

"I was counting the money and wondering, how could such a handsome guy be so good-looking and just throw money around?"

She deliberately dragged out the last word: "I didn't expect him to come back the next day. Later, the market price went up like crazy, and I realized that this was a Midas touch. When I wanted to buy, he had already disappeared."

Holding the red wine glass with her slender fingers and shaking it gently, Qiao Xuying said angrily: "When we met again in the Cantonese restaurant, I specially handed over my gold-plated business card, but our President Zhou was like an iceberg. I was so angry..."

He suddenly changed the subject and laughed, "Later on the phone he was quite attentive."

Zhou Qi raised his glass to greet the audience and was about to explain when Li Jiaxin took over the conversation:

"As for the business card story, I remember it clearly. That year, I reached out for his contact information, but Mr. Zhou said, 'I don't have a business card with me.'"

She swayed a half-full glass of Merlot red wine, and the crystal chandelier refracted tiny starlight on the wall of the glass.

Du Qianqian added at the right time: "What's that? Mr. Zhou and I first met on a green train. He was chewing chicken legs and drinking white wine from a bottle. He took away my factory shares with just a few words."

After saying that, he knocked on the ice bucket with a silver spoon, and the crisp sound made everyone laugh.

After three rounds of drinks, Qiao Xueying's cheeks flushed and her voice suddenly rose: "You have never seen President Zhou's majesty! That time when he was surrounded by hooligans, he snapped his fingers to summon dozens of people, and crushed the other party's face with the tip of his leather shoes and said..."

She suddenly fell silent and drew a circle on the back of Zhou Qi's hand with her fingertips: "The original words are too overbearing. I can't learn them."

Zhou Qi smiled as he added more wine, and the amber liquid surged in the decanter. Under the crystal chandelier, the laughter of the three women and the clinking of the cups intertwined into a fun scene, as if they were reenacting the stories they had missed all those years ago.

"I've never met such a bossy person in my life."

The crystal glass reflects an amber halo under the light.

"I longed to escape from that cold house, and Mr. Zhou gave me a new life. My hands were shaking when I was planning to build Hualong, and it was he who taught me how to gain a foothold in the business world."

Qiao Xuying stroked the rim of the cup with her fingertips, her voice choked with drunken sobs.

Du Qianqian shook the remaining wine in the glass and suddenly grabbed the other person's wrist.

Alcohol broke through the defense of reason, and this usually calm female executive in the garment factory revealed the identity of her illegitimate daughter that she had hidden for twenty years.

The Cinderella who once curled up in front of a sewing machine has now become a female entrepreneur with three high-end brands.

"do you know?"

Li Jiaxin suddenly knocked the goblet heavily on the marble table, and the Hong Kong socialite's iconic pearl earrings dangled around her neck:

"When President Zhou handed over the management of the four listed companies of the Huo Group to me, the eyes of those old fogies on the board of directors almost popped out of their heads."

She smiled and drank the champagne, but the traces of tears on her collarbone shone like broken diamonds.

Lin Xindie listened quietly the whole time and only raised her glass when her name was called.

This woman, once known as the "Night Club Butterfly," now told me in the corridor outside her sister's ward: "What Mr. Zhou gave me was not only medical expenses, but also an indulgence that allowed two souls to regain their dignity."

Alcohol heated up the conversation, and complaints turned into confessions.

The four women were laughing together on the leather sofa, and no one paid any attention to Qiao Xuying's platinum bag sliding to the ground.

When Li Jiaxin suddenly fell into the fruit plate, Zhou Qi walked out from the darkness with two buttons loose on the collar of his black shirt.

"It's time for the heir of the Li family to change his drinking capacity."

He picked up the drunken Pearl of Hong Kong, and the girl in his arms rubbed against his chest like a cat, murmuring a Cantonese tune.

When they turned back, they found that Du Qianqian was drawing a little turtle on the back of Qiao Xuying's hand with lipstick, and Lin Xindie was actually teaching the waiter to solve the Riemann hypothesis.

The moonlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dividing absurdity and warmth. Zhou Qi rubs his temples and chuckles.

This unexpected truth or dare game allowed him to hear the softest thoughts of these businesswomen that had never been revealed to others.

The sky-blue gauze curtain swayed gently, and Lin Xindie reached out to support Qiao Xuying's shaky body.

Zhou Qi paused as he held the red wine glass: "You are actually awake?"

"Wine is to me..."

Lin Xindie's fingertips slid across the cold wall of the cup: "It's just warm water."

She watched Zhou Qi pick up the drunk Du Qianqian and carry her horizontally, then walked up the spiral staircase.

Just as she was about to help her bestie to the guest room, the man stopped her with his eyes.

Qiao Xuying's soft body suddenly fell into Zhou Qi's arms, and she lay side by side with Du Qianqian on the big bed in the master bedroom.

The crystal chandelier reflected Lin Xindie's stunned expression - three people were lying side by side on the velvet bedding.

He took a half step back and bumped into the carved door frame. Just as he was about to turn around, a hot palm grabbed his wrist and he fell into an embrace mixed with the scent of cedar.

The "ticking" sound of the door lock closing is particularly clear late at night.

The morning light shone through the gauze curtains, outlining three silhouettes.

Li Jiaxin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt her heartbeat steadily against the chest where her forehead was resting, but the arm around her waist was so unfamiliar that it was frightening.

She slowly turned her aching neck. Qiao Xuying's sleeping face was close at hand. Her hair was wrapped around her shoulders, and her snow-white skin was glowing with a pearly luster in the morning light.

The moment she lifted the thin blanket, her pupils suddenly contracted - the honey-colored and porcelain-white limbs were like intertwined vines, and Qiao Xuying's slender legs were resting on her knees.

The phone next to the bed showed 09:17, three dresses of different styles were hanging on the hanger, and several overturned champagne glasses were scattered on the carpet.

When the morning light penetrated the gauze curtain, scattered fragments of memory suddenly flooded into Li Jiaxin's nerves.

My fingertips unconsciously clutched the sheets, and the chaotic scenes of last night were replayed on my retina.

The shaking ceiling chandelier, Zhou Qi's drunken embrace, Du Qianqian's faint laughter, and that damp dream that was hard to distinguish between reality and illusion.

She bit her lower lip hard, and the tip of her ear began to feel hot. The remaining warm touch on her waist reminded her of the current situation, and Qiao Xuying's arm was still across her waist.

He held his breath and gently pushed away the arm that was resting on his waist, but gasped when he propped up his upper body.

Lin Xindie's sleeping face curled up in Zhou Qi's arms was close at hand, and on the other side, Du Qianqian's curly hair was scattered on his pillow.

"do not move."

A low, hoarse voice suddenly came from behind her neck, and a palm with thin calluses precisely grasped her waist as she tried to escape.

Li Jiaxin jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, but fell back into the warm chest due to the sudden tightening of the other party's force.