The time of the city

Chapter 194 Banquet 2

"you can help me?"

Leng Xiyan's face was full of suspicion, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned down slightly, and her eyes were full of contempt.

She had been classmates with Ni Jiamu for several years, and had even followed him abroad. In those years, she had racked her brains and used every trick in her book to get closer to him, but she had never been able to achieve her wish. Now, He Qingqing's casual words about being able to help her sounded completely absurd to her, and she couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

"Sister Xiyan, people in the upper class value face the most. If you want to pursue Ni Jiamu, you have to do it openly. This is for you." He Qingqing said, handing over a small bottle filled with fine white powder.

"What is this?" Leng Xiyan frowned, her eyes filled with vigilance, and she did not immediately reach out to take it.

"Aphrodisiac." He Qingqing's tone was flat, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

"You...why are you giving me this?" Leng Xiyan widened her eyes, and her face instantly flushed all the way to her ears. She felt as if she was scalded, and quickly grasped the medicine bottle in her palm, fearing that others would see this shameful thing.

"Put the drug in the wine glass, and wait for Ni Jiamu to drink it. Then you have done what you wanted. Call some reporters tomorrow morning, and the whole world will know that Ni Jiamu slept with you. He is a man who cares about his reputation, so he will definitely take responsibility for you, and the Ni family will let you in." He Qingqing moved closer and spoke in a low voice.

"But Jiamu will hate me..." Leng Xiyan bit her lower lip so hard that her teeth almost made it bleed, and she was in extreme struggle inside.

"You decide for yourself. I'm just giving you a suggestion. If you want to take it slow and steady with Ni Jiamu, then just ignore what I said. When you've made up your mind, send me a message and I'll help you anytime." After saying that, He Qingqing gently lifted the hem of her skirt and turned to leave.

Leng Xiyan looked at Ni Jiamu who was chatting with others not far away. The light shone on him, outlining his tall and straight figure, which was the look she had loved for many years.

Her hands were tightly gripping the medicine bottle, her nails turning white. The sharp edges of the bottle hurt her palms, but the pain was far less than the conflict in her heart.

After pondering for a long time, she finally raised her hand to call a waiter, secretly handed him the bottle of medicine, then took out her mobile phone and sent a message to He Qingqing.

At this time, He Qingqing, who was sitting in the distance and observing secretly, saw the mobile phone screen light up and a smug smile appeared on her face. She slowly adjusted the hem of her skirt and walked towards Ni Jiamu with elegant steps.

"Mr. Ni, you and Lin's project were completed quite successfully some time ago. That's amazing. Congratulations." He Qingqing walked up to Ni Jiamu with just the right smile on her face and her voice was soft and pleasant.

Ni Jiamu smiled politely in return and said modestly, "It was just good luck. The success of the project depends on everyone's hard work."

At this time, a waiter came over with a tray with two glasses of red wine on it. He Qingqing quickly picked up the two glasses and handed one to Ni Jiamu.

"How could it be just luck? Mr. Ni's outstanding abilities are obvious to all. I wonder when there will be an opportunity for Mr. Ni to cooperate with us, the He Group?"

Ni Jiamu took the red wine, took a sip, and nodded, "I will definitely have it if there is a chance."

"Then I'm really looking forward to it."

He Qingqing's lips curled up into a wide smile, and at the same time, she subtly extended her foot a little further out. Coincidentally, a wealthy woman was passing by with a glass of wine in her hand. She tripped and fell forward, the red wine in her hand drawing an arc in the air, pouring all over Ni Jiamu's suit.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Mrs. Fu looked up and saw that it was He Qingqing and Ni Jiamu. The anger in her heart disappeared instantly, and was replaced by panic on her face. She hurriedly apologized.

"It's my fault. I accidentally tripped you. Mr. Ni, please go to the room upstairs and change your clothes." He Qingqing said apologetically, but there was a subtle hint of triumph in her eyes.

Ni Jiamu didn't care. He just frowned, looked at his wet suit, said "It's okay", and walked upstairs in a hurry.

Leng Xiyan watched all of this from the side. When she saw Ni Jiamu going upstairs, she suppressed her inner nervousness and excitement, waited for a while, looked around pretending to be calm, and after making sure that no one was paying attention to her, she quietly followed him.

However, just as she reached the corner of the stairs, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out from the darkness. Before she could react, a strong hand covered her mouth and another hand tightly gripped her body.

Leng Xiyan struggled desperately, but she only felt a pungent smell entering her nostrils. After just a few seconds, her consciousness gradually became blurred, her eyes went black, and she lost consciousness and fainted.

Mo Yu sat in a corner, staring boredly at the clock on the opposite wall. It wasn't even an hour yet, but she was already on pins and needles, unable to sit still any longer. She stood up and paced back and forth a few times, her high heels making a crisp sound as they clattered against the floor.

At this time, a waiter passed by with juice. Mo Yu called him, took a glass of juice and took a sip. The sweet and sour taste spread on the tip of her tongue. She thought it tasted good, so she drank a few more sips.

"Sister Mo Yu, you were hiding here."

Mo Yu instinctively stiffened at the sound of the voice. She knew who it was without even looking up. She looked up, her eyes filled with resistance, and she unconsciously took a few steps back, asking cautiously, "What do you want?"

He Qingqing approached with a smile on her face. "I came here specifically to find you, Mo Yu. Don't you want to know why A Feng doesn't recognize you anymore?"

"Could it be related to you?" Mo Yu had a bad premonition in her heart, and her tone unconsciously became sharp.

"Don't think so badly of me." He Qingqing pretended to be wronged and said, "This matter has something to do with your brother. He didn't want A Feng to get close to you, so he asked someone to hypnotize him. Naturally, A Feng didn't remember you."

"What nonsense are you talking about! How could my brother do this? I don't believe it!" Mo Yu's face was full of anger, her hands were clenched into fists, and she didn't even notice that her nails were digging into her palms.

"If you don't believe me, go ask him. He just went upstairs." He Qingqing shrugged, looking as if it was none of her business.

Mo Yu glared at He Qingqing, her eyes red, then turned and ran towards the stairs.