On Qin Chen's face was a mask—the mask of the Golden Cup Flower Prince, symbolizing purity and happiness. His dance partner, naturally, was the beautiful and noble princess—Zhou Zhibi. Tonight, she had shed her lace dress for a princess gown, still in that maddeningly bright pink, with a dazzling princess crown atop her head and an expensive string of pearls around her neck. The most exaggerated touch was the crystal dance shoes on her feet—Gu Qiqi had always thought only Cinderella types, those modest beauties, needed crystal shoes. Why would a young lady from a prestigious family like hers go through the trouble of forcing her feet into them?
Gu Qiqi thought bitterly: in terms of family background, tonight Qin Chen was the Cinderella, and Zhou Zhibi was the true aristocratic princess. And herself? She was nothing.
She sat down, gripping the chair back, staring blankly at the perfect pair gliding across the dance floor—the prince and princess, the crown and crystal shoes, such a flawless combination, such a harmonious society.
Zhou Yi pulled up a chair and sat beside Gu Qiqi, noticing her expression growing darker. He assumed she was jealous of Lu Wei, thinking to himself—this girl is no different from those vulgar women who cling to Lu Wei.
Yet, the sorrow in her eyes struck him. Her sadness seemed so real and profound that it was infectious, making his own mood heavy. Zhou Yi thought, a girl with such pure eyes must be somewhat unique, right? Maybe she truly loved Lu Wei?
So he leaned close to Qiqi's ear and whispered, "Miss Gu, don't be too upset. Look, Lu Wei does care about you—he keeps glancing your way, but he's stuck right now."
Gu Qiqi shifted her gaze and saw Lu Wei at the edge of the dance floor, surrounded by several beauties. Wu Xianxian had somehow left the dance floor, and now three or four other young women, dressed like proper ladies from noble families, were clustered around him.
Qiqi's sharp eyes noticed that those girls, including Wu Xianxian, had been sitting with Zhou Zhibi earlier. Their interactions seemed close.
She couldn't help it—she wasn't deliberately watching that fake loli, but since Zhou Zhibi had been glued to Qin Chen all night without leaving his side, Qiqi naturally noticed her every move, along with her clique of girlfriends.
Now, Zhou Zhibi's friends were taking turns, forming a pink army to launch a relentless assault on Lu Wei, making it even harder for him to break free.
Lu Wei kept a gentle smile, but his gaze frequently darted toward the rest area, gradually growing anxious.
Could it be that this pink army was sent by Zhou Zhibi, with the sole purpose of stopping Lu Wei from dancing with her tonight?
Gu Qiqi suddenly realized this and felt both amused and annoyed—fake loli, fake loli, you've already taken Qin Chen, and now you want to control Lu Wei too? You're really projecting your own pettiness onto others!
She sneered inwardly, deciding to ignore the pink army, and turned her eyes back to the dance floor, watching the graceful Golden Cup Flower Prince.
Just then, as if by some strange twist, Zhou Zhibi's gaze also fell on Qiqi—her eyes held a hint of hostility, a touch of tension, and even a flicker of fear. This left Qiqi momentarily stunned—why did the fake loli look like a protective mother hen again?