Chapter Two, how can one know the joy of fish if one is not a fish (2)

Qin Mo let out a low sigh, grasped her hand and pulled it down, then leaned in and bit heavily on her lips, saying, "Vixen."

Qin Mo, in a fit of anger, sneered, staring at her face with his lips pressed even tighter, "You remember this, I will deal with you when we get home tonight"

Sensing the smell of alcohol on her, he realized that she must be somewhat drunk at this moment and did not wish to argue with her. He simply wrapped his arms around her and intended to lead her outside, but unexpectedly, as soon as he embraced her, she pushed him away with a strength he did not anticipate and turned to lean over the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably.

He frowned slightly, stepped forward to help her catch her breath, but his brow furrowed even more tightly. "Who told you to drink so much?"

However, regarding Cheng An'an, this person is strangely popular, and their manner of conduct is also exceedingly peculiar.

Who said that she and Qin Mo do not have an affair? Given the current situation, their relationship is clearly very close, isn't it

The man standing outside the door had a sullen expression, his lips tightly pressed, exuding an air of chilling authority.

An accident is referred to as such precisely because it involves events that one could not have anticipated, or even dared to imagine, occurring right before one's eyes, so vividly that it leaves no room for denial

Seeing her sitting on the toilet lid yet refusing to open the door, Qin Mo stepped forward in anger and lifted her up, "Why won't you open the door?"

Cheng An'an understood that he meant they would return to the banquet he had with Su Xintong. She immediately straightened up, a charming smile playing on her lips as she said, "Why not have President Qin execute me on the spot?" As she spoke, her hand instinctively climbed up, wrapping around his neck as she slowly leaned in closer.

Just when everyone thought Cheng An'an would either charge forward directly, smile and congratulate Qin Mo, or coldly issue a challenge to Qin Mo's fiancée, no one expected that this woman would dare to completely ignore Qin Mo and go to greet her "cuckold" from the play.

Cheng An'an looked at his slightly squinted eyes and knew that he was quite angry at the moment, yet he stubbornly refused to back down, saying, "I just can't stand you."

After half a bottle of wine, Cheng An'an felt slightly overwhelmed. Noticing her gaze becoming a bit unfocused, George quickly intervened, preventing her from taking another drop and skillfully diverted the situation.

His lips, which were originally tightly pressed together, now mercilessly kissed hers, grinding against them fiercely until she let out a muffled moan, at which point he slowly released her.

Cheng An'an had just finished her performance, and she felt quite cheerful. Although she was aware that the next time she saw Qin Mo, she would undoubtedly face a harsh reprimand, at this moment, she still felt a sense of relief that brought her joy. With a charming smile, she went to greet the guests.

He hooked his finger on her thin shoulder strap, squinting as he advised: "Stay away from Su Qiancheng, I will go back to give some instructions and wait for you at the back door, hurry up and come out"

Her series of actions were very conspicuous, and Qin Mo had plenty of opportunities to stop her, yet he allowed her to act recklessly. By taking no action whatsoever, this behavior completely pleased Cheng An'an

Su Qiancheng was momentarily taken aback, but after being sharply pinched at the waist by Cheng An'an, he quickly regained his composure. He cooperatively wrapped his arm around Cheng An'an's shoulder, while fending off the reporters who were closing in on them, and in a low, gritted voice said: "I say, could you please give me a heads-up when you plan to do something?"

Cheng An'an raised her eyes to look at him, her smile not reaching her eyes, "I have always thought you were best suited for improvisation."

Cheng An'an, however, paid no attention to these matters; once her objective was achieved, she would not linger in battle. At that moment, she brushed aside his hand and walked out.

It was only when they arrived at the venue that Cheng An'an finally released Su Qiancheng's hand, casting him a lazy glance that seemed quite indifferent, "Sorry about that"

Cheng An'an, however, was not swayed by this. She tugged at his tie, pulling him closer to herself, and playfully applied a thick layer of bright lipstick to her lips, leaving an extremely conspicuous red lip print on the collar of his white shirt

Her demeanor is naturally the kind that makes people uncomfortable, yet they have to swallow their displeasure because of the name Cheng An'an. Being late is a frequent occurrence, acting like a diva is not a coincidence, and having a bad temper is inevitable. Nevertheless, even so, because she is a top-tier celebrity, she is Cheng An'an, she is her own brand, her own trend, there are still thousands upon thousands of people who flock to adore her and pursue her

As soon as these words were spoken, the reporters present were completely taken aback, a multitude of questions on the tip of their tongues, yet upon sensing the chilling and almost explosive aura emanating from Cheng An'an, who stood at the center of the storm, they all prudently held back their inquiries.

Upon hearing this, Su Qiancheng was taken aback for a moment, then he couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You are quite something."

Cheng An'an was amused by his mysterious tone, yet confidently replied: "Tomorrow's newspaper headline will only read how Cheng An'an is flourishing with success."

Although the facts were shocking, they still allowed the keen-eyed reporters present to catch a whiff of gunpowder.

After sitting in the corner for a moment, Cheng An'an felt the effects of the alcohol surging even more. Having drunk for quite a while without consuming any food, she now felt as if a fire was burning in her stomach, both bloated and painful

Su Qiancheng was rather unconcerned, curling the corners of his lips and mischievously winking at her, "Guess what tomorrow's newspaper headline will say"

Cheng An'an felt her stomach churning again, but she did not want to yield to the man outside the door at this moment. After taking a few deep breaths, she replied:

Qin Mo raised his eyes to glance at Su Qiancheng beside him and said coldly: "Miss Cheng only has Mr. Su in her eyes, so naturally she cannot see someone like me, Qin."

Seeing the clarity in her eyes at this moment, he raised his hand and gently tucked the hair that had fallen down, using his thumb to softly wipe away the moisture from her lips, and said in a low voice: "Good girl, little fox"

Even though Qin Mo had good self-control, at this moment, he feared that he could no longer restrain himself if he did not take action. He tightly embraced her and pressed her against the wall. The legs that had been rubbing against him shifted from a passive role to an active one, as he took the initiative to hold down her restless legs.

In fact, everyone in the circle lives by observing the expressions of those above them. When Cheng An'an was still a newcomer, she was specifically chosen by Xu Ziyuan to be the leading actress, which led to her instant rise to fame, followed by a smooth and continuous stream of advertising offers.

Who is Qin Mo? Qin Mo's grandfather was an old general, and his father is a central government official. At a young age, he became a lieutenant general in the military. After being injured during a secret mission, he retired and resolutely left politics to enter business. But who does not know how much power he holds in his hands? With a single word, he can shake City A, and everyone looks to his expression to decide their actions

She loves to throw little tantrums, and he indulges her. He raised his eyebrows and asked in response to her words, "So what do you want to do?" His tone was deep, and at that moment, he slightly lowered his voice, making it even more pleasant to hear

Cheng An'an, seeing the effect achieved, let out a cold snort and cast a glance at the young lady from a wealthy family, then walked straight in with Su Qiancheng, not looking sideways.

In this instance, the two successfully stole the spotlight, while over there, Qin Mo turned around to see Cheng An'an smiling brightly as she leaned against Su Qiancheng, exuding a distinctly feminine charm. He raised an eyebrow, and a fleeting shadow of darkness passed through his eyes.

Mr. Qin, don't you think you are a bit abnormal, shouting loudly at the entrance of the women's restroom

Only after she had emptied her stomach did she begin to feel a little better

Otherwise, even if one were given a hundred chances, they would not dare to speak provocatively like this in front of Qin Mo

Feeling much better after throwing up completely, Cheng An'an took out a tissue to wipe her mouth. Unable to bear her current disheveled appearance, she pushed him away and went to the sink to splash cold water on her face, "What business is it of yours?"

Alright, I digressed.

This cannot be denied as the source of her charm

These four characters, however, captivated Cheng An'an's attention.

Seeing him silent, his body tensed slightly. Noticing these small movements of his, Cheng An'an smiled even more radiantly, and gently bit his neck as she lowered her head

A knocking sound came from the restroom stall, followed by a somewhat impatient voice of a man, "An An, open the door."

Cheng An'an, however, did not respond, merely gazing at him with a smile and saying, "What President Qin says is what it is, how can there be such reasoning?"

Seeing her smile charmingly, her small face radiated the essence of spring, making it difficult for him to look away at that moment

The man outside the door was exasperated, gritting his teeth as he warned: "I will say it once more, open the door."

She rarely smiled at last, and with a flourish, she stuffed the Dior lipstick she was holding into his pocket, then finally said: "Mr. Qin, take care."

Clearly, his gaze was somewhat piercing. Cheng An'an shivered all over from the coldness frozen in his eyes as she glanced over. However, under such an obvious provocation, Cheng An'an seemed completely unfazed by his stare. She raised the corners of her lips and walked over as if she had just noticed him, covering her mouth in surprise as she exclaimed: "Oh, when did Mr. Qin arrive? I didn't even see him."

Noticing that no one was paying attention, she quietly slipped out from the side. Just as she reached the corner of the restroom, she unexpectedly bumped into someone. In her daze, she did not see who it was, only murmuring an apology before turning to head towards the restroom.

Cheng An'an's gaze momentarily froze, her eyes looking at him with a blend of charm and allure, "It would be best if I could become a spirit, so that I could make you, President Qin, infatuated with me, indulging in spring nights every night." As she spoke, she lifted her leg and gently rubbed against his calf, like a cat's paw, scratching lightly and playfully.

Openly disregarding the company contract, he switched to the current Q-Star Light Company under the Qin family and changed to George as his agent. The breach of contract initially caused quite a stir, but somehow it was eventually suppressed, leaving no trace to be found. After that, he became increasingly uncontrollable, receiving so many film offers that his hands became sore from accepting them, and the scripts he casually rejected were all excellent projects that others could only dream of.

The straightened back and the graceful walk of the woman reveal nothing of her true emotions, which may be tumultuous and complex. One can only secretly lament that even a woman like Cheng An'an, who appears to be untouched by the mundane world, will eventually face her own downfall.

Cheng An'an could not discern his emotions, but her intuition told her that it was best not to provoke him at this moment. Unfortunately, her rationality lagged behind her emotions. The words she intended to say in a polite manner instantly changed when she saw him smiling gently at the woman in his arms. "President Qin truly enjoys joking. When I first held President Qin in my heart, I never saw him pay as much attention as he does now."

Having successfully heard the silence outside the door, Cheng An'an had just let out a sigh of relief when, in the next moment, she was startled by a loud crashing sound, her face turning pale as she looked over.

Recognizing that it was Qin Mo's voice, Cheng An'an's hand, which had just grasped the doorknob, paused for a moment before decisively retracting it, stating, "I won't open it."

He should have guessed long ago that when it comes to matters concerning Qin Mo, no magazine or newspaper would dare to write recklessly, so there is no need for him to concern himself with tomorrow's reports, as the answer is self-evident