Quick Wear Beauty

The curly-haired handsome guy looked very exotic at first glance, but his attitude was rather cold. He sat upright and looked at Zhao Chi with inquiring eyes.

"We probably don't know each other."

Zhao Chi quickly introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Zhao Chi, the president of Yunfan Group. I was wondering if I could get to know you."

The curly-haired handsome man raised an eyebrow and spoke fluent Chinese with a touch of elegance: "Oh? It's Mr. Zhao. Does your old friend look like me?"

Zhao Chi realized that this person was not tactful, but he continued, "Of course, he also has beautiful curly hair, like you, with an upright figure and tall stature. He is of Chinese and Western mixed blood."

"Haha, that's quite interesting. My name is Alan. I just came back from France, and I'm here to accompany my father." He swirled his glass, and the wine drew a shallow arc on the wall. "Mr. Zhao, you looked around just now, as if you were looking for someone important? Was it that old friend who looked like me?"

When Zhao Chi learned his identity, the tension in his back disappeared. This person was not Zhao Jingcheng.

He even thought his nervousness was a bit ridiculous. How could a man like Zhao Jingcheng be sitting in a corner drinking red wine in a casual suit? He must have been invited to the VIP room by Ruan Zhenhong for a private talk.

He wanted to leave immediately, but felt it was too deliberate, so he had to continue chatting.

In response to Allen's subsequent question, he smiled naturally, "No, I just thought the Ruan family's banquet was very grand, so I took a look around. Mr. Allen looks unfamiliar, what business are you in?"

"Art investment." Allen said concisely, his eyes sweeping across the scene of elegantly dressed people, and finally landing on the cultural relics on the wall.

"As expected of the richest man in S Province, Jiangcheng is a rare place where I can feast my eyes on treasures everywhere. Mr. Zhao, do you know how much that painting will fetch at the auction?"

Zhao Chi took a look and understood the origin of the painting.

"That's a famous painting from six hundred years ago. The Ruan family spent 200 million on it. But in the Ruan family, paintings like this wouldn't be on display for everyone to see."

After Zhao Chi finished speaking, he ignored Alan's exclamation and made an excuse to go somewhere else.

He had just turned and taken two steps when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure standing with its back to him at the entrance of the spiral staircase at the other end of the banquet hall.

The man was wearing a neatly tailored black suit, with an upright figure and soft silhouette. The movement of raising his hand to adjust his cuffs had an indescribable sense of familiarity - it looked very much like the way Zhao Jingcheng stood under the locust tree in the old house as a teenager, casually brushing off the fallen leaves on his shoulders.

Intuition! His intuition told him that the man was most likely Zhao Jingcheng!

Zhao Chi's heart suddenly clenched and blood rushed to his head.

If that person was Zhao Jingcheng, was he going upstairs to see Ruan Zhenhong? What was his purpose?

He almost instinctively took off running, knocking over the waiter's tray as he passed through the crowd. The crisp sound of shattering crystal glasses mixed with screams exploded behind him, but he didn't bother to look back.

"Make way! Let me pass!"

When he rushed to the stairs, there was no one there.

The spiral staircase, covered with dark red carpet, wound its way upwards. It was so quiet that the only sound I could hear was my own heavy breathing.

Zhao Chi gritted his teeth and ran up, the steps receding under his feet. He tried to find the man like a madman, but was stopped by the bodyguard.

"Sir, the second floor is not convenient for visiting. Please go somewhere else."

Zhao Chi quickly asked, "But that guy just came up, who is he?"

The bodyguard smiled and avoided the question, repeating what he had just said.

"I need to change my clothes, can I come in?"

"Wait a moment, my contact will take you to the annex to change clothes. You can rest there."

Zhao Chi tilted his head and looked into the corridor, but didn't see the man, so he had to go downstairs.

As soon as he went downstairs, someone was waiting for him.

"Mr. Zhao, right? Do you have a spare dress? If not, the Ruan family can provide you with one.

Zhao Chi took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. Zhao Jingcheng had lost his memory. Only he knew the truth. There was no need to panic. There was no need to panic! Really!

"Thank you for your hard work. Please take me there first. I'll ask my assistant to bring the clothes over later."

"You're welcome. This is what I should do. I'll take you to where you can change. Please follow me."

He followed the maid to the annex at the back. The Ruan family had two annex buildings that were often used, one for guests and the other for the housekeeper, cook, and others.

Passing by the sofa, Alan was chatting and laughing with others. Seeing the embarrassed Zhao Chi, he asked what happened.

Zhao Chi didn't bother to pay attention. He just said it was okay and disappeared from the guests' sight.

The banquet continued, and the melodious music covered up the previous turmoil.

In the shadow of the second-floor terrace, Ruan Li leaned against the railing, looking down at the sweaty Zhao Chi. A hint of sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Look at him, he looks like he's lost his soul."