Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 308 Because I Miss You

On the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, light snow was falling in the capital city on the eve of the Chinese New Year.

The red lanterns on both sides of the street swayed gently in the cold wind, turning the falling snowflakes into a warm orange-red color.

Shen Qianhe stood in front of the studio door, the white breath he exhaled floating in the cold air.

She looked up at the workers hanging up a brand new gilded sign. The two large gold-plated characters "Yunjian" on the sign sparkled brightly in the snow.

Zheng Huan, wrapped in a thick cashmere scarf, was directing several young assistants to arrange the New Year decorations, with joy unconcealed in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Inside the studio, Shen Qianhe clapped his hands lightly, and the crisp applause quieted the noisy crowd.

She stood in the center, with year-end gift boxes tied with red ribbons piled up behind her.

"Thank you all for your hard work this year. This year's studio performance has increased by 40 percent compared to last year."

The crowd burst into cheers.

Shen Qianhe signaled to his assistant to start distributing red envelopes. The thick envelopes made everyone who received one open their eyes wide in surprise.

"I think everyone knows that from now on, this studio will be handed over to Huanhuan."

She extended her hand in Zheng Huan's direction, "I believe that under her leadership, Yunjian will get better and better."

Zheng Huan stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes slightly reddened when he heard this.

"Sister Qianhe, where are you going?"

The assistant with a bun on her hair couldn't help but ask, her eyes full of reluctance.

Xiao Lin, who was in charge of the exhibition, squeezed to the front and winked mischievously, "Yes, yes? I heard that you and Mr. Xie haven't had your wedding yet. Are you going to have a honeymoon wedding this time?"

Shen Qianhe's ears turned red. She pursed her lips and smiled softly, her eyebrows curved into beautiful crescents: "Yes, I'll bring you wedding candies when the time comes!"

The crowd cheered again.

Amid laughter, Zheng Huan walked through the crowd and gave Shen Qianhe a tight hug.

The two girls smiled at each other, and all the unspoken words were melted in this hug.

"Everyone, to celebrate the New Year and the good results our studio has achieved this year, I'm inviting everyone to Yunhai Pavilion for a feast tonight!"

Zheng Huan stood in the middle of the studio with a bright smile on his face, "Unlimited drinks, and any signature dishes you want!"

"Wow! Long live Sister Huanhuan!"

"I want to order their signature lobster!"

"Sister Huanhuan is so generous!"

Finance Sister Wang pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and said in a serious tone, "Director Zheng is so generous. It looks like our team-building budget will exceed the budget next year!"

Before he could finish his words, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zheng Huan looked around at every familiar smiling face, and his voice suddenly choked up: "Thank you all for all these years."

She took a deep breath and regained her vitality: "We won't go home until we are drunk tonight!"

Shen Qianhe stood aside, looking at Zheng Huan being surrounded by the crowd, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

She quietly retreated to a corner and sent a message to Xie Jincheng: [I won't be back for dinner tonight. Huanhuan will treat you to a big meal.]

The phone vibrated quickly, and the reply was brief but gentle: [Okay, I'll pick you up after this. ]

Outside the window, someone was setting off firecrackers to welcome the spring. The crackling sound mixed with everyone's laughter raised the temperature in the studio a little higher.

In the aisle not far away, there was a thin figure wearing a black mask, watching everything with a fierce look.

......

Yunhai Pavilion.

In the VIP box, there was constant laughter and joy as people drank and chatted.

The crystal chandelier illuminated the box with a golden and magnificent look, and the dining table was filled with exquisite dishes and half-empty bottles of red wine.

While everyone was toasting to celebrate, Shen Qianhe quietly stood up and left.

She tiptoed to the front desk, took out a black card from her purse and handed it to the waiter: "Check out, please put it in the name of Miss Zheng Huan."

"Okay ma'am."

The young waiter took the black card with both hands and operated it skillfully on the POS machine.

The machine made a slight printing sound and a long bill slowly came out.

He handed the card back respectfully, "The total is 98,400 yuan. This is your card. Please keep it."

Shen Qianhe nodded slightly. Just as she put the black card back into her bag, her cell phone vibrated.

She looked down and saw a message pop up on the lock screen

Xie Jincheng: [When will it end? ]

The corners of her lips curled up unconsciously, and her fingertips tapped on the screen: [It should take a while. ]

As soon as the message is sent, “The other party is typing…” is displayed above the dialog box.

The next second, a new message popped up.

Xie Jincheng: [Shall I come pick you up now? ]

Shen Qianhe raised his eyebrows and replied slowly and deliberately: [Why are you in such a hurry? ]

The phone buzzed and the screen lit up.

Xie Jincheng: [Because I miss you. ]

These four simple words made her ears suddenly feel hot.

She bit her lower lip, her fingertips hovered above the screen for two seconds, and then she pretended to be calm and replied: [That... is not impossible. ]

Just as I pressed send, I caught a glimpse of a slender figure at the corner of the hall.

Xie Jincheng had arrived quietly without anyone noticing, his slender figure leaning against the relief marble column in the hall.

He was wearing a custom-made dark gray cashmere coat, the neat cut of which outlined the perfect proportion of broad shoulders and narrow waist, and he looked particularly noble under the dazzling crystal chandelier.

He lowered his head slightly, and his bony right hand nonchalantly played with the car keys.

As if sensing her gaze, he suddenly raised his eyes, and his gaze penetrated the crowd and locked onto her accurately.

Those eyes that were always deep and indifferent, now slightly raised at the corners, filled with a gentle smile.

Shen Qianhe's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, Zheng Huan's drunken voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Chizuru-sister! Come back soon for the photo!"

So, Shen Qianhe typed a few more words: [We are going to take a group photo. You go to the car and wait for me. I will come when I am done.]

As soon as the message was sent, she saw Xie Jincheng looking down at the screen.

Her slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, and soon, her phone vibrated.

【it is good. 】

Half an hour later, Shen Qianhe staggered out of the box, holding onto the door frame, his cheeks flushed unnaturally.

"Sister Chizuru!"

Zheng Huan stumbled out, her lipstick smudged to the corners of her mouth, "I...I'll take you down..."

She reached out to help, but was gently pushed away by Shen Qianhe.

“No…No need!”

Shen Qianhe waved her hands with her tongue sticking out, her fingers drawing a vague arc in the air, "My husband... is waiting in the parking lot..."

She suddenly burped and giggled, "He...he is so handsome!"

Zheng Huan narrowed his drunken eyes and reluctantly took out his phone: "Then... send me a message when you get home..."

She tried hard to focus her vision, but saw that Shen Qianhe's figure had split into two images.

“I know…I know!”

Shen Qianhe almost bumped into the vase when he turned around, but he staggered to steady himself, "You...you should be careful too! Call...call a designated driver!"