Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

The neon lights of Manhattan's Fifth Avenue lit up one after another in the twilight. Meng Qiqi stood in front of the gilded revolving door of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, her fingertips gently running across the ostrich feather hem of her custom-made dress.

The champagne-colored satin fits her graceful curves, and the shoulder straps embellished with Swarovski crystals sparkle like broken diamonds under the light. The South Sea pearls on her earlobes sway slightly with her movements, making her skin look whiter than snow.

"Miss, an invitation." The waiter in a tuxedo bowed and blocked her way.

She took out a gold-stamped invitation from her handbag, and the cat-eye nail polish on her nails reflected a mysterious halo under the light.

The moment the encryption chip on the invitation letter came into contact with the scanner, the crystal chandelier suddenly dimmed for a moment, and then burst into a brighter light - this was the welcome effect specially set up by Xiaojiu after he hacked into the security system.

The moment you step into the banquet hall, the sound of orchestral music comes like a tide.

Beneath the crystal chandeliers, celebrities from all walks of life chatted and laughed while holding champagne. The sound of Italian handmade leather shoes stepping on the marble floor and the clinking of silver cutlery intertwined into a unique rhythm.

Meng Qiqi picked up a glass of mojito and glanced at the antique piano inlaid with enamel in the corner - it was the key exhibit that attracted Ji Nange.

"Beautiful lady, would you please dance with me?" A French-accented English voice rang in my ears.

When I turned around, a gentleman with silver hair and blue eyes was extending his hand elegantly. The family emblem on his chest shone coldly under the light. It was the organizer of this art exhibition - Alexander Luo, the heir of the Luo family chaebol.

"It's my honor." She placed her hand in the other's palm and spun it to the melody of "The Blue Danube".

She caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flashing at the entrance of the banquet hall. Ji Nange was wearing a black haute couture suit and standing in the shadows, staring at her and Alexander's hand in hand with sharp eyes.

When the dance reached its climax, Meng Qiqi suddenly stepped on the hem of her skirt and fell forward with a cry.

Alexander quickly took her into his arms, and the scene of their noses almost touching was captured by the paparazzi in the corner.

"Thank you, Mr. Luo." She raised her eyes and said, "May I have a moment to talk? I'm concerned about that piano..."

Before he could finish his words, a dark shadow suddenly inserted itself between them.

Ji Nange's white shirt collar was slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone. He stared at Alexander's hand clasped around Meng Qiqi's waist, his voice cold enough to freeze: "Sorry, this lady is my dance partner."

Alexander raised his eyebrows and chuckled. When he released her hand, he deliberately placed a kiss on the back of Meng Qiqi's hand. "I see. Then I won't disturb you two from reminiscing about the past."

Before leaving, he gave Ji Nange a meaningful look and turned to blend into the crowd.

"Come with me." Ji Nange grabbed her wrist with such force that it almost left a red mark.

Walking through the carved corridor, he pressed her against the pillar next to the antique piano. "Why did you come here? Do you know how dangerous it is?"

Meng Qiqi looked up at his red eyes and suddenly reached out to touch his burning cheek: "Because I know you will come."

She brushed her fingertips across his lips, and when his breath hitched, she tiptoed to whisper in his ear, "Besides, I want to make someone anxious."

The sound of camera shutters could be heard from a distance, and the flash illuminated the ambiguous postures of the two people.

Meng Qiqi raised the corners of her lips - this carefully designed encounter would not only anger the pursuers behind Ji Nange, but also push her to the headlines of global entertainment.

When the photo appears in tomorrow's New York Times, Fu Chenzhou, Jiang Xu...how quickly will they rush to the United States?

The music in the banquet hall changed to a passionate tango. Meng Qiqi broke free from Ji Nange's shackles, lifted her skirt and turned away.

Before turning around, she blinked at the camera in the dark, and the diamond necklace drew a dazzling arc of light around her neck.

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the next day.

Manhattan's afternoon sun pours in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor ballroom, creating a mosaic of light and dark on the Italian marble floor.

Meng Qiqi leaned against the priceless antique piano, casually plucking the keys with her fingertips, making a few crisp ding-dong sounds.

Six figures gathered from different directions, forming an invisible encirclement - Fu Chenzhou was dressed in a suit and tie, with a cold aura; Jiang Xu wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were like knives; Ji Nange's white shirt was slightly open at the collar, and his tie hung loosely around his neck; Xu Mingyuan was playing with playing cards, with a dangerous curve at the corner of his mouth; Zhou Lin wore a black baseball cap, and his fists were clenched tightly under his sweatshirt; Gu Nanzhou had his hands in his pockets, and a medical mask covered half of his face, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle.

"Miss Meng, you're in a good mood." Fu Chenzhou spoke first, his leather shoes making a steady sound on the ground, and every step seemed to step on people's hearts. "You disappeared in Hokkaido, and then showed up at Luo's private party in the blink of an eye. Do you think we are easy to play with?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air froze instantly, and even the champagne glass held by the waiter not far away trembled slightly.

Meng Qiqi blinked and tilted her head innocently: "Mr. Fu, what are you talking about? I just came to Piaoliang International Travel for a trip, why does it seem like I've committed some heinous crime?"

She turned and picked up the champagne on the table, the amber liquid swirling gently in the goblet. "Could it be that a few busy people, with all sorts of things to do, came all the way across the country to chat with me about their travel experiences?"

Jiang Xu pushed up his glasses, the glare from the lenses masking the emotions in his eyes. "Travel? Do you need to hack into the airline system to tamper with flight information? Do you need the heir of the Luo family to publicly rescue the damsel in distress?"

He flipped open the tablet in his hand, and the screen was densely packed with her itinerary for the past few days. "Ms. Meng, isn't this drama of yours too much?"

"Young Master Jiang, are you checking on me?" Meng Qiqi suddenly leaned in close, the scent of perfume carrying a dangerous aura wafting towards her face. "As far as I can remember, we weren't that close yet, were we?"

She turned to look at Ji Nange, who was staring at the photo of her dancing with Alexander, his eyes sinister. "And Mr. Ji, all that tenderness you showed me in front of the piano last night has turned into questioning now?"

Zhou Lin suddenly pulled off his baseball cap, revealing his flamboyant red hair, a mess like a bird's nest. "Don't change the subject! Do you know how many followers I lost during my live stream? It's all your fault for making me do that girl group dance!"

He was so angry that his cheeks turned red, but when he met Meng Qiqi's half-smile, his voice became smaller and smaller.

Xu Mingyuan threw out an Ace of Spades and nailed it precisely on the piano. "Ms. Meng, why don't you play truth with us? What is your purpose in approaching the heir of the Luo family?"

The edge of the playing card cut through the enamel of the guitar, making a harsh sound.

Gu Nanzhou remained silent the entire time, but at this moment he suddenly stepped forward and clasped her wrist with his slender fingers.

Through the medical mask, the voice was low and dangerous: "Come with me to the hospital for a check-up."

His eyes swept over the faint red marks on her neck, "Make sure you don't have any sequelae."

Meng Qiqi suddenly laughed out loud, and the crisp laughter echoed in the huge banquet hall.

She broke free from Gu Nanzhou's hand, stepped onto the piano bench in her high heels, and looked down at the six people: "So? What do you want? Take me back and lock me up? Or do you want to take turns questioning me?"

She raised her champagne glass and shook it in the sunlight. "I'll say this one last time—I came to the beautiful country just to have fun. As for you, if you want to play with me, then follow the rules. If you don't want to play, you can get out now."

The wind from the floor-to-ceiling window blew up her skirt, and the diamond necklace reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

The six men looked at her unbridled appearance and suddenly realized that in this chasing game, the initiative was in the hands of this woman from the beginning to the end.

And they have already been deeply trapped in it without realizing it.

Meng Qiqi stood on the piano bench, looking at the six men below. They looked at each other, opened their mouths, but said nothing.

Fu Chenzhou frowned, his hands in his pockets, looking like he wanted to get angry but was holding it back; Jiang Xu took off his glasses and put them on again, obviously struggling with what to say; Ji Nange stared at her intently, but his ears turned red; Zhou Lin kicked the carpet angrily, muttering under his breath; Xu Mingyuan's hands were slow to turn the playing cards, and Gu Nanzhou's expression was unclear under the mask, but his shoulders were tense.

She was secretly delighted, but pretended to be impatient on the surface: "If you have something to say, please say it quickly. I'm still waiting to see the Broadway show."

In fact, he was feeling quite proud: "Little guys, can't I deal with you? You're still too young to fight me!"

These people, on the surface, are all well-known figures, but now they are being fooled by her.

Fu Chenzhou was the first to lose his temper. He took a step forward and said, "Stop messing around and come back with me."

Although the voice was hard, it lacked the fierceness it had just had.

Meng Qiqi raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Fu, I'm not your pet, why should I listen to you?"

He turned to the others and said, "What about you? You want to control me too?"

Jiang Xu coughed, trying to put on his usual business attitude, but his words faltered when they reached his lips: "I'm unfamiliar with this place, and you're a girl..."

Before he could finish, Meng Qiqi interrupted him: "Mr. Jiang, are you looking down on me? I'm having much more fun here than you guys!"

Zhou Lin was so anxious that he jumped up and down: "You always make people angry! Last time you made me…"

He didn't finish his words, but when he saw Meng Qiqi's half-smile, he swallowed the rest of his words.

Ji Nange opened his mouth and finally just whispered, "Be careful."

Meng Qiqi jumped off the piano stool and tossed her skirt. "Alright, alright, I know you care about me. If you want to play together, come along. If you don't want to play, just go away."

After saying that, she walked towards the door of the banquet hall without looking back, her high heels making clicking sounds on the ground.

After walking a few steps, she secretly glanced back and saw that the six people had caught up with her. Although they still had anger on their faces, they did not stop.

She almost couldn't help laughing out loud - this scene was much funnier than she had imagined.