Transmigration: The Life Winner's Ex-Girlfriend Chapter 8

Translated by fairishalie
Edited by RandomAlex

Chunshen City, Linjiang. When the curtain of night fell, hundreds of lights illuminated, the light and shadow reflected in the water, the whole city embellished like a dream. In the middle of town, near the s.h.i.+k.u.men old buildings, there was a world-famous bar street. Here, where the cla.s.sical and modern style melts together in harmony, brick carvings with the green roof-tiles, beneath was the city that full of red lanterns and green wine.

(full of red lanterns and green wine = feasting and pleasure-seeking atmosphere.)

Inside the nightingale bar, a group of handsome men and beautiful women swayed on the dance floor to the music, and the music was warm. Three men were sitting in the VIP table of the bar; Li Ming was on the left sofa. He wore a burgundy leather suit, black trousers, and rivet boots on his lower body. On a closer look, his long black hair reached his shoulders and lingered behind his head, and his hair was even more supple than a woman's. With earrings on his right ear, set with a crystal blue jewel, sparkled under the reflection of the light.

His facial features were sophisticated, his eyes were leprechaun purple, they seemed like water crystals. The bridge of his nose was more st.u.r.dy than other Chinese people, and there was an evil smile on the corners of his mouth. He rolled the dice and said filthy words at the same time. This att.i.tude was obscene to others, but thanks to his handsome appearance, when the words came out of his mouth, and even the staidest woman would regard it as flirtatious.

Sat across from Li Ming, was Zhang Mingyu. He dressed in a gray-striped suit, wore a pair of gold-rimmed gla.s.ses, with a straight face, and ignoring Li Ming. Li Ming would have said ten or eight sentences before he replied with a short particle word. Li Ming didn't mind either; that face was smiling all the time.

The man between the two of them bend down his head slightly, his facial features hidden in the dark, and no one could see him clearly. That person was wearing a navy blue suit, the fabric was soft and smooth, and the texture was excellent. People who understood fas.h.i.+on will know that the percentage of wool was very high, the price wasn't cheap. During this, he didn't speak a word. Li Ming and Zhang Mingyu were very respectful to him.

Li Ming's dice were shaken halfway, the dancing crowd in front of him suddenly dispersed and spontaneously gave way. The music continued, the lights flickered, and someone came up to singing, the pace of which was precisely in tune with the beat. She had a beautiful posture, and the fishtail skirt sparkled with her dancing. Her face was flirtatious, her makeup bold and novel, her lips red as the raging flames, and her eyes rippled like spring water. She crossed the crowd and came straight to the VIP table.

When she reached the three men, she staggered and was about to fall into the arms of the man in the middle. The man suddenly got up to avoid her; his movement was vigorous. The woman was not as quick as he was, not only fell on the sofa but also turned over the wine on the table and splashed people around her.

She screamed: “Ah! Yunqing, why didn't you catch me?”

Zhou Yunqing looked down at her, his eyes as cold as frost: “Who told you I was here?”

He stood up, and others could see his face. He was handsome, angular, and sharp like a knife, and his facial features as delicate as a painting. The most attractive thing was his black obsidian eyes. It was as bright as the moon as he could see through other people's intention at a glance.

Zhou Yunqing voice couldn't be calmer, but people could hear his question. Li Ming felt a little guilty: “Boss, I'm the one who told her. I really can't stand any of this anymore ah! How many years has it been? You always refused to accept other people's love for a sn.o.bbish woman who abandoned you, and closed your heart to other women, is it worth it? You still couldn't get out from your emotional injury, that woman might have changed a dozen men a long time ago!” At the end of his speech, his courage grew a little, and his voice rose.

Zhang Mingyu advised him: “Li Ming couldn't bear to see you always being single, he has good intentions. Ah Yun, giving a chance for other people means to give a change of pace for yourself. In terms of beauty, Lin Wanrong maybe not be as good as her. But apart from that, what else is better than her?”

“No more next time!” Zhou Yunqing opened his thin lips, threw this sentence, and hurriedly walked away. His clothing was splashed with wine and needed to be changed as soon as possible.

Looking at Zhou Yunqing's back, Li Ming hugged his head and howled: “If I knew it would be like this, I wouldn't tell you to come. We spent a lot of effort to get the boss come to the bar to relax. He works overtime all day. I want to make him happy, but now I messed up everything!”

Lin Wanrong leaned back on the sofa, her skirt slid inward along her thighs, revealing her glittering skin. The eyes of the pa.s.sers-by were on her legs. She supported her head with her hand, her hair hanging leisurely. Her long black hair and fair-skinned wrists intertwined, and asked seductively, “Is she more beautiful than me?”

Li Ming never saw Zhou Yunqing's first love, Zhang Mingyu was very familiar with her, but smiled helplessly: “When you had a chance to meet her, you will naturally understand it.”

Ren Qiao was in a cafe with a book spread out on the table. In front of her, there were notes taken by her. Today, she stayed outside all day. She was so tired that her feet were about to break when she surveyed the companies provided by Tang Tianyang.

At present, she had three preferred companies. One was a clothing company, it had been established for three years; all aspects had been on track. After she took over, if she only wanted to succeed, there would be no problem with the steady growth of the profits. But if she wanted to go further, she has neither management skills nor design talent, coupled with the clothing industry, it was too premature. The market share had long been divided up neatly.

She would pull down the Tang Clan's ident.i.ty, following an ordinary person's way to do business. It was challenging to be an upper-cla.s.s person!

The second was an Internet company that was focusing on the direction of the gaming industry, and each quarter profit was envious. The game was a profiteering industry, and there was a famous saying in the circle: “If you know how much money you make from playing games, you feel that other sectors were crooked.” Ren Qiao had tried out the company's game products over the years, and the conclusions were not optimistic. In the past, the company's position was on webpage gaming, the picture quality was exquisite, but the core gameplay and storyline were plagiarism from other games. On the surface, the company was profitable; in the long run, if there were no talented person to take the lead, there would be insufficient enthusiasm.

The third was an entertainment company, which had been losing money for several years in a row, but this was one of Ren Qiao's favorite. Just because she was familiar with this book's storyline, which actor will be popular, which play will sell well, she knew it like the back of her hand! Also, the male lead would buy the entertainment company and found out the root cause of its loss. If Ren Qiao chose this company, it would be like taking a copy of a divine strategy.

Unfortunately, the male lead also had plans to buy the company and became one of the most significant shareholders a few days ago. If Ren Qiao was one of the board chairmen, she needed to deal with the male lead. She hadn't done her plastic surgery, if she directly met the male lead, that was likely to deliver him her head!

She looked at the doc.u.ments of other companies. Ren Qiao opened the file and looked at it. A fit of drowsiness came, and she dozed on the table. The waiter refilled her cup, and the fragrance of the coffee lightened her drowsiness. It's getting late, and she should get back.

When she got up, her cellphone rang. When the phone was connected, it was from Tang Ya: “Sister, I left my things in the hotel. Please get it back for me.”

Tang Ya was in charge of Ren Da couple's life and death, and Ren Qiao could only run errands for her. After she hung up the phone, Ren Qiao brought the doc.u.ments into the car. She gave the address from Tang Ya to the driver.

On the top floor of the Jialan Hotel, the presidential suite, Ren Qiao took out the room card given by the lobby manager, swiped it, and the door opened. She was shocked by what she saw in front of her!

“Zhou, Zhou, Zhou Yunqing!” She was too nervous, and Ren Qiao stuttered directly.

Zhou Yunqing, who was supposed to be in the shower, just got up from the bathtub, his body was wet. She recognized him at a glance, even without seeing him for seven years. This person was Zhou Yunqing. When she was still Xie Anran, she loved the man until she couldn't extricate herself from him. The image she painted with pen and ink was not as amazing as the one in front of her.

Under the polis.h.i.+ng of time, the gentle and softness from his face were faded, and his sharpness became more distinct. His tall body, smooth lines as made by heaven, his muscles weren't too exaggerated, but full of strength. Water droplets along with his tight abdominal muscles, all the way down was worthy for the male lead, the size was a little amazing ah!

He picked up a towel, wrapped it around him, obscured Ren Qiao's line of sight, and asked coolly, “How long do you plan to look? Jialan Hotel was always well-known for its service, but I didn't expect the staff could be so unprofessional.”

The cold voice called back Ren Qiao's thoughts and realized who was standing in front of her, and she almost rushed out the door. Fortunately, her mind was one step ahead of the body. Wait! listening to what he said, she didn't seem to recognize her. Zhou Yunqing thought she was a hotel employee? 

At first, Ren Qiao felt depressed. She reunited with her ex-boyfriend after seven years of breakup. She even recognized him at a glance, but he didn't recognize her. Thinking about it, it had been seven years after all. How much impact was seven years in one person's life? Ren Qiao's face has changed more or less from seven years ago. The original baby fat was gone, the steamed bun face became pointed, and the body figure began to shape up. Not to mention her appearance had changed, even if it didn't change, a person who didn't meet up for seven years, would they forget all about seven years ago?

Then this was an advantage, and since the male lead didn't recognize her, she didn't have to do plastic surgery. It was also troublesome enough for her to fly abroad to pretend to have plastic surgery. To make some confirmation, Ren Qiao tentatively said, “My name is Tang Shu. Don't you think I look familiar?”

Zhou Yunqing's tone was as light as the clouds in the sky: “Tang Shu? Can get a room card for the presidential suite at the Jialan Hotel, so Tang Tianyang is your father? I know the Tang Family wants me to marry their daughter, but don't you have a brain? Using this trick to talk to someone about familiar looks is already an old excuse from the last century! In three seconds, get out of here, and next time, I'll talk to Tang Tianyang myself.”

Ren Qiao rushed out of the room as fast as she could and stood in the hallway! She was so happy until the phone rang like a bell. Ren Qiao glanced at the caller ID, which was Tang Ya.

“Hey, what exactly do you want me to get back for you? When I got into the hotel and opened the door, it was Zhou Yunqing inside! Is he holding on to your stuff?”

Tang Ya couldn't understand a word that Ren Qiao said, “When did I ask you to get things back for me?”

Now Ren Qiao was the one who confused: “Ah, you just called me and told me to come to the Jialan Hotel, and asked the lobby manager to give me the room card.”