Starlight Has No Past - Chapter 6 Part 3

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.

Starlight Has No Past

Chapter 6 Part 3

Zheng Xishuo hurriedly wiped his hand dry, picked up a pack of wet towelettes
and rushed out. He saw Ye Qiao in the hallway: “Why did you let go all of a
sudden.  You really startled me. How are you, are you alright?”

He torn open the wet wipe and handed it to her.

Xu Yinshan, with a pale face, also came out of the banquet room to get some
fresh air. She happened to see Zheng Xishuo and Ye Qiao. A flash of resentment
in her eyes, she sneered and her chilling voice echoed in the hallway: “I was
wondering who that was. Ye Qiao, what happened to the man this morning? How
can you switch to another man in a day? You have a pretty big appetite.”

She was wearing a white, short strapless dress and her false eyelashes were
longer than the legs of a spider. She peered at them like a white butterfly that had
too many feelers.  Zheng Xishuo raised his head to take a look. Xu Yinshan then
pretended to have just recognized him: “Yo, isn’t this young master Zheng? Excuse
me, I didn’t realize it’s you just now.” She softly blinked, quite confident that Zheng
Xishuo wouldn’t do anything to her since she had already apologized. Xu Yinshan
turned around, ready to go back to the party.

But, Zheng Xishuo wasn’t going to let it pass so easily. He stepped forward with a
big stride and blocked her way.

Xu Yinshan was taken back by his sudden move. The red wine in her hand spilled
onto her custom made white dress. Xu Yinshan frowned: “What are you doing?”

Ye Qiao pulled the tail of Zheng Xishuo’s suit, singling for him to take it easy. Xu
Yinshan only knew that Zheng Xishuo had some connection to the Huasheng
Recording Company. The company had done a lot to promote his popularity since
he had background as well as talent. People in the business, therefore, referred
him as young master Zheng. Xu Yinshan thought a person with such kind of
background would know how to deal with people and how to act appropriately.

But Ye Qiao knew otherwise, Zheng Xishuo wasn’t like that at all.

The 22 years old young master Zheng had a mental age of a 12 year old. He
challenged her: “What did I do?”

Xu Yinshan didn’t quite get it yet and grumbled in a flirtish manner while pointing to
the stain on her dress: “You spilled wine on me-- --”

Before she could finish, the wine glass in her hand was pulled away and the half
emptied glass was in Zheng Xishuo’s hand. The cold reddish liquid began to pour
over the top of her head, through her chest, all the way down her curvy body.

The reddish liquid drew the outline of her slim and hourglass figure, even the color
of her underwear was faintly discernible.

Zheng Xishuo put the wine glass on top of the fire hose box and wiped his hand:
“What did you say earlier, what did I do to you? Was it like this?”

Xu Yinshan was shocked, stunned, incredulous, and then finally flew into a rage
out of humiliation. Yet, she didn’t yelled at Zheng Xishuo, instead, she resentfully
turned to Ye Qiao: “Bitch.”

“Shit.” Zheng Xishuo threw the wet wipe he had just used upward, hitting half of
Xu Yinshan’s face before it fell down to the ground. “Take that to wipe your face
clean, then look in the mirror to see what kind of face you have.”

Xu Yinshan felt all the people she met today was going crazy; everyone of them
was against her on behalf of Ye Qiao. She mumbled and was dragged away by
her assistant who had just come to check on the commotion.

Gu Jin, as one of the hosts of tonight’s banquet, also heard the news and came
out to check. He gave Ye Qiao a scornful look when passing her by, then went
straight ahead to comfort Xu Yinshan.

Ye Qiao, who had been silent up till now, suddenly straightened up and called Gu Jin.

He didn’t respond. She called once again. Gu Jin heard her, but only slightly turned
his head sideways. His furrowed eyebrows obviously showed that he blamed her
for causing him more trouble. Showing restraint, he didn’t say anything but
continued to comfort Xu Yinshan.

Ye Qiao raised her hand and threw the wine glass at his feet.

The sound of glass shattering was crisp.

There were several seconds of silence.

Gu Jin finally turned around, facing her cold and stubborn eyes. Though he was
furious, he still found an excuse for her: “You’re drunk?”

Ye Qiao was stubborn as an iron plate: “I’m not drunk.”

With her foggy eyes and red cheeks, she was speaking like a drunk.

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.