Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Chapter 442 The Male Protagonists’ White Moonlight 4

The dice stopped at "one" for the seventh time, and Ji Nange's slender fingers froze in mid-air.

This pianist, who has always been elegant and reserved, was now forced to play "Little Apple" on a Steinway grand piano. The passionate melody mixed with the out-of-tune improvisation made the crystal chandelier in the box tremble.

Meng Qiqi laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back, and the red wine spilled down the rim of the glass onto Fu Chenzhou's suit pants. Instead of being angry, the man took out a napkin to wipe away her tears of laughter.

"Next!" Meng Qiqi raised the dice cup and shook it. The sound of metal collision sounded like a death warrant.

Jiang Xu pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, which had been sliding down, and drank the whiskey in the glass with a rolling Adam's apple. Half an hour ago, he had just said to the board of directors in a conference call, "The core of this merger and acquisition is as pure as first love." At this moment, the tips of his ears were still unnaturally red.

Xu Mingyuan was asked to confess his love to the cleaning lady using Texas Hold'em terms. He stood in the corridor holding the Ace of Clubs and said to the burly man in black who was passing by, "Your temperament is rarer than a straight flush", in return for a puzzled look from the other party.

Gu Nanzhou was forced to speak sweet words using medical terms, and said to Fu Chenzhou seriously: "You are the plaque in my coronary artery. Once formed, it can never be reversed." This caused the whole audience to laugh, and Fu Chenzhou directly picked up the pillow and threw it at him.

The worst off was Zhou Lin, a notoriously bad-tempered player in the e-sports circle, who was currently dancing a girl group dance live on his phone.

The number of people in the live broadcast room soared from three digits to 100,000, and the barrage of comments filled the screen with comments like: "Zhou Shen's waist!"

"My wife, be so close!" He blushed as he stole a glance at Meng Qiqi, only to see the culprit lying on the sofa, curled up like a shrimp with a smile on his face, and his diamond necklace shone brightly as it shook.

"Come again!" Meng Qiqi wiped the tears from her laughter and suddenly pushed the dice cup towards Fu Chenzhou.

The man's bony fingers gripped the lid of the cup, his eyes dark. "If I lose, what punishment do you want, Miss Meng?"

"Simple." She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath sweeping across his face, "Say it in front of everyone—'I, Fu Chenzhou, am willing to be Dream Qiqi's servant.'"

The box instantly became quiet, and the other five people all looked over, not even noticing that Zhou Lin had forgotten to turn off the camera during the live broadcast.

Fu Chenzhou chuckled softly, suddenly held her hand, and poured the dice into his palm.

The six dice rolled out, all six points facing up.

Meng Qiqi's eyes widened, and the man took the opportunity to hug her in his arms. In front of everyone's astonished gaze, he whispered to her lips, "You don't have to lose. I can tell you now."

The expressions of the other five male protagonists were instantly wonderful: Jiang Xu's cigar fell on his suit and burned it, Xu Mingyuan's playing cards were scattered all over the floor, and Gu Nanzhou's stethoscope chain was tangled in his tie.

Meng Qiqi's cheeks flushed, and she reached out to punch him in the chest: "Cheating! It doesn't count!"

"Okay, okay, it doesn't count." Fu Chenzhou held her troublesome hand and rubbed her wrist bone with his thumb.

Amidst the protests in the box, Meng Qiqi suddenly realized that compared to the bloody entanglements in the original novel, the group of flustered and embarrassed men in front of her were the most vivid scenery.

She picked up the refilled champagne and shook it at everyone: "Don't worry, there's still a long night - our show is only halfway through!"

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The morning light seeped in through the gaps in the lounge's heavy blackout curtains, cutting tiny golden threads on the Persian carpet.

Meng Qiqi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the headache of a hangover came like a tide. She subconsciously pulled at the thin blanket that had slipped off her shoulders, but felt unfamiliar folds under the fabric - the hem of the black velvet skirt was twisted around her waist, two pearl buttons were broken, and there was a bright red mark on her collarbone that was not sure whether it was wine stains or lipstick.

She sat up suddenly, and her movement was so big that she knocked over the champagne glass on the coffee table.

Amidst the crisp sound of shattering, she turned her head and looked around - Fu Chenzhou's suit jacket was draped on the chandelier, and his tie hung on the piano keys like a dead snake; Jiang Xu's gold-rimmed glasses were stuck in the air vent, and the hem of his shirt was stained with red wine; Ji Nange's white shirt buttons were wrongly buttoned, and the expensive watch was worn on his right hand; Zhou Lin's e-sports team uniform was worn inside out, and the hood of his sweatshirt hung crookedly on his head; one of Xu Mingyuan's custom-made leather shoes was under the sofa, and the other was upside down in the fruit bowl; even the usually serious Gu Nanzhou had half of a lady's lace glove sticking out of the pocket of his white coat.

Meng Qiqi's temples were throbbing, and her brain refused to recall what happened last night.

She bit her lip and fumbled for her phone. The cold light of the screen at 4:17 in the morning reflected her pale face.

The snoring in the box suddenly became shrill. She grabbed her high heels barefoot, stepped on the playing cards and ice cubes on the floor, and rushed to the door like a frightened deer.

Meng Qiqi was still breathing heavily until the nanny car drove into the villa area halfway up the mountain.

She looked at her messy makeup and ambiguous wrinkles in the mirror, and her fingers unconsciously touched her collarbone - there was a fresh red mark there, like the mark left by a strong grip.

Fragments of memory suddenly flashed back: Fu Chenzhou's hot breath sprayed on her neck, Jiang Xu's hoarse laughter mixed with the smell of whiskey, Ji Nange's trembling fingertips brushed against the back of her hand as he played the piano... She shook her head violently, rushed into the bathroom and turned on the cold water shower.

At the same time, in the VIP8 box of the Night Lounge, curses broke the silence.

"My limited edition leather shoes! Who poured red wine into them?" Xu Mingyuan was furious, holding up the wine-soaked leather shoes.

Fu Chenzhou pulled off the tie wrapped around his neck, glanced at the mess on the floor, and frowned. "Where's the surveillance? Pull up the footage from last night."

"No need to check." Jiang Xu pulled out his glasses from the vent. Half of his false eyelashes were still stuck on the lenses. "Looking at this situation, I'm afraid we got into a fight."

He pushed his glasses up, but found the temples were too crooked to put them on. "Where's my tie?"

Zhou Lin stared at the live broadcast playback on his phone and suddenly let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered: "I actually danced to 'Love Cycle' in front of millions of viewers?! How can I face people in the future!"

Ji Nange gently stroked the scratches on the piano, his fingertips trembling slightly - that Steinway piano was worth tens of millions, but now there were lipstick marks on the keys.

Gu Nanzhou pinched the lace gloves he took out of his pocket, his ears flushed, and he threw the gloves away: "Can someone explain why I have this thing?"

Everyone looked at each other, all with confused expressions.

Fu Chenzhou looked at the rising sun outside the window and recalled the last scene before he fell into a coma: Meng Qiqi held the dice cup, tilted her head and smiled softly, and champagne slid down the corner of her lips.

He took out his phone and found a text message from an unsaved number in his address book: "Let's just treat what happened last night as a ridiculous dream."

The hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, and a dangerous arc appeared at the corner of Fu Chenzhou's lips.

A ridiculous dream? No, this game has just begun.

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Even with the cold water washing over her body, Meng Qiqi still felt hot and unbearable.

She curled up in the corner of the bathtub, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the red mark on her collarbone, which felt like a burning sensation.

Her memory was shattered by the erosion of alcohol, leaving only fragmented images - Fu Chenzhou's aggressive eyes, Jiang Xu's subtle touch, Ji Nange's trembling fingertips... These images flashed in her mind like a kaleidoscope, making her upset.

"Damn it!" Meng Qiqi grabbed the sponge ball and threw it into the water, splashing water on her face.

She slapped her head in frustration. If she had known earlier, she would not have drunk so much. The human body is simply vulnerable to alcohol.

At this moment, she only felt sore all over, as if she had been torn apart and reassembled, especially the vague soreness and swelling in her waist, which made her feel uneasy.

Drops of water dripped down the ends of her hair. She stared at her blurry reflection in the water, her heart full of anxiety.

Six male protagonists, last night's chaotic scene, she didn't dare to think about who she had sex with.

If something really happens, how will the plot develop?

She suddenly remembered that there had never been such a plot in the original novel, and she had completely turned the plot upside down.

Meng Qiqi picked up the phone next to her, and when she turned it on, the social software had exploded.

The live clip of Zhou Lin dancing a girl group dance went viral, and the photo of Fu Chenzhou's suit jacket hanging on the chandelier also sparked heated discussion in the financial forum. Someone also took a picture of Jiang Xu wearing crooked glasses and Xu Mingyuan walking out of the lounge barefoot.

The comment section was in an uproar, with everyone speculating about what these usually high-ranking figures had experienced in the lounge.

Meng Qiqi bit her lower lip and quickly scrolled through the messages. Suddenly, an anonymous private message made her pupils shrink: "Did you enjoy the game last night?" There was no avatar, no notes, but this simple sentence sent a chill down her spine.

She immediately checked the call logs and text messages, but found nothing unusual.

"Who is it?" Meng Qiqi murmured softly, her heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst out of her chest.

The first person she thought of was Fu Chenzhou, the man with a strong desire for control. The look in his eyes last night when he looked at her contained too many emotions that she could not understand.

But then she thought again, the other male protagonists were not easy to deal with either. If any one of them found out that something was wrong, it might put her in an irretrievable situation.

Just as I was daydreaming, my cell phone suddenly rang. It was Xiao Zhou calling.

Meng Qiqi took a deep breath and answered the phone, trying to make her voice sound calm: "Hello?"

"Miss! Have you seen the news? It's going viral online!" Xiao Zhou's voice was filled with undisguised anxiety. "The master just called and asked you to come home immediately!"