'Well, I'm screwed. What is *she* doing here?'
Su Yuhan hid behind a table, sneaking a peek at Miss Li, who was a short distance away in a bright red gown, raising her glass and chatting with someone. A sharp headache began to throb in her temples.
She had only herself to blame for being too complacent. She'd figured that since the male leads' business circles didn't overlap much, she wouldn't run into any trouble here. But she'd forgotten that even if they didn't show up themselves, the high-society circles of the Imperial City were full of people who were good friends with Jiang Yuxi and also knew the other men.
She recalled their last meeting. While Li Qingzhi hadn't detected her illicit relationship with Qi Lianxiu, they had, at the very least, met face-to-face.
Besides, the woman was the heiress to a famous cosmetics brand; she wasn't some practically blind, face-blind man like Qi Lianxiu.
