Chapter 407: Ji Nuan Came Across the Dance Floor Deadpan
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After the celebration dinner, the studio’s staff dined near the new office building.
Since the studio paid the two hundred million dollars back to the Mo Corporation overnight, Xiao Ba and the others dared not ask anything Ji Nuan at all. Although the studio now had a lot of liquidity, they were still cooperating with other investors, but Ji Nuan suddenly paid back the money to the Mo Corporation… Even if they didn’t know exactly what happened, they could guess that there must be something wrong between Ji Nuan and CEO Mo.
And it must be a big problem.
Xiao Ba and other colleagues frequently looked at Ji Nuan. The calmer she looked, the more they worried about her.
“Boss, the studio has moved here anyway, and there are so many employees, including Sister Xia. If you are in a bad mood, you can rest for some time,” Xiao Ba said.
“The studio has independently developed to today’s situation. I’ll only be happy. How can I be in a bad mood?” Ji Nuan took a bottle of beer but didn’t drink it. Instead, she shook it gently in her hand and put it on the coffee table.
Xiao Ba still wanted to ask her, but Xia Tian kept winking at her. Under Xia Tian’s stare, she dared not ask anymore but took the wine out of Ji Nuan’s hand and brought her a glass of juice. “Now our studio is developing better and better. Sister Xia is a competent vice-president, and there are also department managers in charge. Boss, you need to relax. Why don’t you go out for a vacation? Let’s book a ticket for you to travel to H city, okay?”
“I came back from vacation just a few months ago,” Ji Nuan raised her eyebrows.
“What vacation did you take? Why don’t we know?”
“The week I disappeared for no apparent reason.” Ji Nuan held her chin in her hand, her finger gently touching her cheek, and she said with a faint smile, “I secretly went on vacation that week.”
But from Ji Nuan’s expression, they could tell she was not having a vacation. Xiao Ba and Xia Tian exchanged a glance.
Xia Tian didn’t speak but turned her eyes to her calm face and then her hand.
“You have been back from America for so long, but I haven’t asked you. Why is there a scar on your hand?” Xia Tian pointed to the burn on the back of her hand and wrist that still hadn’t completely gone. “The last time I asked you, you said nothing, and then you put concealer on your hand every day, and I forgot to ask again.”
With that, she held Ji Nuan’s hand and looked at it back and forth. “This scar seems to be pretty long. I remember the skin on your hand was white and tender before. This is obviously a burn scar. When did you get burned? Where? Why is this scar so big?”
“It’s okay. I just accidentally burned my hand.”
“Boss, don’t put concealer on your hand anymore. Use ointment to protect your skin and remove your scar. Fortunately, the scar is only a little red and isn’t very obvious. I think it will disappear soon. Concealer will affect the healing of your scar. Don’t use it again,” Xiao Ba said gently and stroked Ji Nuan’s hand. “Such a large scar. It must have hurt.”
Ji Nuan looked at her hands and remembered how miserable she had been. She had finally left that terrible place and returned to Hai City, only to jump from a strange fire pit into the one she was familiar with.
She had been looking forward to returning to Hai City as soon as possible.
And she had finally come back.
Ji Nuan changed the subject and brought it to Xia Tian’s recent relationship with her boyfriend. The atmosphere of the dinner was revived by her awkward emotional experience. Everyone was laughing and joking when Ji Nuan’s cell phone rang.
Ji Nuan took the phone, took a look at the caller ID, then picked up the call, saying flatly, “Hello?”
Hearing clearly what the person on the other side of the phone said, she said calmly, “I see.”
…
Jia Lan Bar in downtown, Hai City.
Elegant blues sounded, and the slow singer in the bar was singing with a guitar. Young men and women were embracing and caressing each other on the dance floor, and the atmosphere was ambiguous and sweet.
Ji Nuan, wearing the soft, long white dress she wore in the dinner party just now, crossed the dance floor deadpan. The bar was a combination of a pub and sober bar and was crowded and hot. She took down the scarf and threw it into the bag. Without the cover of the scarf, the V-shaped neckline exposed large areas of her white skin around the collarbone. Although she wasn’t overly nude, she still stood out on the dark dance floor and attracted the attention of many men around her.
However, she didn’t look like that kind of woman who came to this place to drink and hang out through the night.
Her cold and indifferent look attracted many people’s attention, and soon she went inside and reached the place Qin Siting said on the phone.
Qin Siting said Mo Jingshen was drunk and called Ji Nuan to pick him up.
Qin Siting wanted to drive away the bar girl who had been hanging around their room. However, as soon as Ji Nuan showed up, Mo Jingshen, who had been drinking quietly, suddenly dragged the bar girl who had just come up to him to the sofa beside him. Although he didn’t put his arm around the girl’s waist, he took the expensive bottle of wine in her hand, opened it himself, talked, and laughed affectionately with the girl, who was almost jumping for joy.
He was clearly not drunk, but if he was not drunk, why did he dragged the woman to his side and have her sit beside him although he didn’t even bother to look at her just now?
He never flirted with women.
Although An Shuyan invited him several times, he only went out with her once because Shine’s store in a shopping mall had a problem, and he went to deal with the problem and disputes.
A man who had no interest in any woman other than Ji Nuan was holding a strange bar girl remitting a pungent smell of cheap perfume by his side?
Did he really want to divorce Ji Nuan?
When Qin Siting was about to tell the bar girl who was leaning on Mo Jingshen to go away, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ji Nuan come across the dance floor deadpan. His hand paused and was surprised that Ji Nuan would come so soon.
Qin Siting rubbed between his eyebrows, then put down the glass in his hand and got up to stop Ji Nuan. “Wait a minute. Don’t go over there. He’s drunk. Come with me to the car to get some sobering pill.”