223 Pitiful As Always

Lin Jiao smiled. “Gu Quan, the past is in the past.”

Her voice was very soft, like the night breeze blowing around, enough to calm one’s heart.

Gu Quan stubbed out his cigarette. “Yes.” The gloom that had accumulated in his heart dissipated with the smoke. “Thank you for chatting with me.”

“It’s fine.” Lin Jiao played with the balloon string and saw He Qi from the corner of her eye. “He’s here.”

“Ignore him.”

“Brother Quan.” As soon as Gu Quan finished speaking, someone said, “What are you guys talking about?”

“Does it have anything to do with you?”

“Don’t be so aggressive.” He Qi had no intention of avoiding Lin Jiao. He smiled and asked, “Do you want to know about me and Tian?”

“No.”

“We’ve slept together many times.” He observed Gu Quan’s reaction. “The first time it was at my house,”

His gloating face made Jiaojiao extremely disgusted.

She sneered, “Being secret lovers with her must be very painful, right? You’re still as pitiful as ever.”

He Qi looked at Lin Jiao hatefully. “No matter how pitiful I am, I’m not as cheap as you, understand? You plaything.”

Bang—

Gu Quan kicked his chair.

Just as he grabbed He Qi’s collar and was about to teach him a lesson, Lin Jiao slapped He Qi. “You’re disgusting.”

He Qi blew the hair on his forehead away, not caring about the burning pain. “You’ll forever be a plaything.”

“Watch your mouth!” Gu Quan punched him in the face. He was angrier than when he found out that He Qi and Su Tian had slept together.

The moment they fought, Pei Yilan rushed over with the dice cup and smashed He Qi’s back.

She scolded as she smashed, “Idiot!”

The scene was chaotic. The tables and chairs that had fallen to the ground were kicked far away. All kinds of sounds mixed together, making it extremely noisy.

Qu Wenhao and the two other men who came up to stop the fight were accidentally punched a few times in order to separate them.

“That’s enough.” He stood between them. “It’s Qian Yongjun and his wife’s engagement banquet after all. Show some respect and stop fooling around.”

“Heh.” He Qi sneered.

He looked at the man standing opposite him and said meaningfully, “Brother Quan, her voice sounds especially nice when she’s under me.”

Song Zhen frowned.

He retracted his gaze and held Gu Quan’s shoulder. In order to comfort him, he did not mention Su Tian at all.

“Brother Quan.” He handed him a cigarette. “You’re bleeding from the corner of your mouth. Shall I go with you to get some medicine?”

Only then did Gu Quan feel the pain at the corner of his mouth.

He patted the dust on his shoulders and pants and turned to look at Lin Jiao on his left. “Jiaojiao, are you injured?”

“No.”

“How are you going to go back? Do you want me to send you back?”

Lin Jiao refused bluntly. “No need.” She put down the champagne glass and pulled Pei Yilan to sit down. “Go to the hospital first.”

“Okay.” Gu Quan and Song Zhen left together.

Not long after they left, Pei Yilan, who was still angry, asked, “What did that idiot He Qi say?”

“I’ll tell you when we get back.”

“Ask Uncle where he is.” She couldn’t wait to hear the gossip.

Lin Jiao opened her unread WeChat message. Before she could reply, a call came in.

“Honey.” Pei Zhi’s unique gentle voice came from the other end of the line. “Why didn’t you reply to me?”