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Han qiqing was dressed in a long champagne-colored dress. The slim design made her waist look very small, and there were fine diamonds on the hem of the dress, which was even more dazzling under the spotlight.
Song Shijun was dressed in a dark-colored suit. He had his arm around her waist and the smile on his face was a little yuppie.
Han qiqing was the heiress of the Han family, one of the big four families. She had attended all sorts of important events since she was young, so she was completely calm and composed in such a small situation.
The two of them released their auras and immediately shocked everyone present.
Everyone was staring at them.
After the song, the opening dance ended.
As the emcee announced the start of the Christmas ball, the thunderous applause sounded again.
Jiang ranxi stood at the edge, gritting her teeth in hatred.
Originally, all the light belonged to her!
She was the one standing under the spotlight, enjoying the applause and envy of the crowd.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Everything that had happened tonight was like a nightmare. It made her feel that it was fake. Everything was fake.
âJiang ranxi.â Suddenly, someone patted her on the shoulder.
Jiang ranxi had a stomach full of anger and was looking for an outlet to vent, so she turned around to scold someone.
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She had just turned her face when something hit her in the face.
It was sticky ...
It was cake!
&Quot; hahahahaha ... &Quot; the girls standing in front of her laughed so hard that their backs were bent.
Jiang ranxiâs face stiffened, and she could almost see the flames of anger burning from the top of her head.
The few girls in front of her were her classmates.
The girl who had just thrown her cake said with a fake look, â Iâm sorry, I didnât hold it properly. However, I was carrying the cake for you and wanted to let you try this cake. I heard from the people at shangde that it was made by a pastry chef at a Michelin restaurant. Itâs delicious, right? â Thatâs why weâre sharing it with you.â
Jiang ranxi glared at her through gritted teeth, her hands clenched tightly by her sides.
âYo, are you angry? Donât be angry, youâre not such a petty person, are you? The most important thing in life is to be happy!â The girl said with a smile.
Jiang ranxi was so angry that her chest heaved up and down. &Quot; then let me see if youâll be happy! &Quot; she said ruthlessly.
The girl shrugged, spread her hands, and said, â I said Iâm happy. Iâm really happy now! Letâs go and dance!â
The girls left, leaving behind Jiang ranxi, who was on the verge of exploding from anger.
Han qiqing and song Shijun stood together, watching this scene from a distance.
Han qiqing smiled and said, â it looks like she wonât have a good time even without me doing anything. &Quot;
It was Jiang ranxiâs fault for being so smug and causing public anger.
She could only say,âserves you right!â
Song Shijun smiled at the side without saying a word and only served her a glass of fruit juice.
âJuice? Weâre so happy today, letâs drink!â Han qiqing pushed away the glass he handed her and shook her head.
Song Shijun glanced at her. &Quot; how can there be wine? â
This was the schoolâs Christmas ball, and most of the people present were students. There were only a few teachers, so alcohol was not provided.
Han qiqing looked disappointed. &Quot; you donât even have champagne? â
âYou should just drink juice!â Song Shijun stuffed the cup into her hand.
Han qiqing looked at the orange juice in her hand and was a little disgusted. &Quot; donât you have any other juice? I donât feel like drinking orange juice. Do you have watermelon juice?â
Song Shijun took his cup and left.
â?!âHan qiqing had no choice but to catch up with him with the orange juice.
On the dance floor, boys and girls were dancing.
Although many people didnât know how to dance and were moving around randomly, which made them look particularly clumsy, everyone seemed very happy.