Her reaction was indifferent, not at all surprised or distressed.
Rong Weiwei felt as if she had clenched her fist and thrown a heavy punch, only to hit cotton.
She took a deep breath, released the manâs hand she had been holding, walked to the side, and returned with two glasses of champagne, offering one to Rong Yan, âSister, can you bless me?â
Rong Yan looked at the champagne glass extended towards her and made no move to take it, her expression unchanged.
She would not drink anything Rong Weiwei handed her!
Rong Weiwei held the glass for three minutes, but the other party showed no intention of taking it. Unperturbed, Rong Weiwei turned to Qi Yue, who was standing beside Rong Yan, and spoke with a gentle expression, âYou are my sisterâs friend, right? Could you bless me and have a drink?â
The glass meant for Rong Yan quickly shifted direction, finding its way in front of Qi Yue.
Qi Yue, suddenly faced with this situation, hesitated and became flustered, first looking at Rong Yan for a reaction, as if asking for her opinion. Then she lowered her head, staring at the champagne now in front of her. Seemingly not wanting to inconvenience Rong Yan, she reached out her hand, âIâ¦â
A pale white wrist intercepted and took the glass first. Rong Yan tilted her head back and drained the glass in one gulp, then placed it back on the table. When she looked at Rong Weiwei again, her gaze had grown colder, âIs that enough for you? If it is, please go away, youâre burning my eyes!â
Rong Weiwei watched her finish the champagne, her eyes flickered, and she offered a shallow smile, âThank you, Sister.â
As if oblivious to Rong Yanâs unwelcoming tone, Weiwei walked away with Mufeng, smiling brightly.
â¦
âRong Yan, are you okay?â It was only after Rong Weiwei and the others had left that Qi Yue asked worriedly.
Clasping her own hands and hanging her head low, she said vulnerably, âYou didnât have to worry about me just now, I could have drunk that champagne. Did I⦠did I hold you back?â
She had heard about the relationship between Rong Yan and Rong Weiwei and regretted not accepting and drinking the champagne readily, making Rong Yan drink it for her instead.
It made her feel as if she had let Rong Yan down in terms of stature!
Qi Yue hung her head low like a child who had done something wrong, looking dejected. Seeing this, Rong Yan couldnât help but be exasperated; she pinched Qi Yueâs cheek and said with a smile, âIt was just a glass of champagne, not as serious as you think. She came all the way to ask for my blessing. If I didnât give it, she wouldnât have achieved her goal and left. Rather than continue to be disgusted, I preferred to drink the glass.â
Relieved to see that Rong Yan wasnât upset about the marriage news, Qi Yue moved on and started chatting with her about other topics.
As they talked, Rong Yan began to feel something was amiss with her body.
Her body gradually started heating up, especially around the lower abdomen, where an inexplicable stream of heat surged, making her breaths seem to carry a warmth as well.
There was something wrong with that champagne!
Rong Weiwei actually dared to drug her at such a public event!
Rong Yan, being an adult, was acutely aware of what the sudden change in her body meant. Her expression changed instantly; she grabbed her purse and said to Qi Yue, still conversing with her, âStay here and donât wander off until the celebration is over. If someone harasses you, call Estelle and then find the executives from the AQ platform. Estelle will notify the organizers to look out for you.â
In the short time it took her to speak, the heat inside her flared like wildfire.
Even Qi Yue, slow as she might be, realized something was wrong and supported Rong Yan by the arm, âRong Yan, are you leaving? Let me accompany you.â