As if she were an eagle trying to ambush her own chick? Now that Qin Chen is by your side and Lu Wei is too far away to intervene, I’m left all alone, sitting up high drinking the northwest wind—what’s there for you, old hen, to worry about? Isn’t this exactly the situation you wanted?
Qiqi glanced around and felt something was off—ah, right, she wasn’t actually alone; Zhou Yi was sitting beside her. Oh, she got it now. The old hen still had one chick left behind—Zhou Yi was that little chick, and a genuine Zhou-brand one at that. No wonder Zhou Zhibi was nervous! If she managed to drive a wedge between Lu Wei but ended up losing her own big brother, that would be a loss outweighing the gain!
Pseudo-loli, oh pseudo-loli, you really think too highly of me! Since that’s the case, how could I not accommodate your kind intentions?
Gu Qiqi stood up with a smile and said to Zhou Yi, “Young Master Zhou, didn’t you want to ask me to dance? You’re not afraid I’ll step on your feet, are you?”
Zhou Yi was taken aback, then burst into laughter. “Of course not! It’s my honor!”
The two put on their masks and headed to the dance floor—Zhou Yi’s was a flirtatious old fox, while Qiqi’s was an adorable little rabbit.
Gu Qiqi thought tragically that fate had long since arranged this—her dance partner tonight wasn’t the Golden Cup Flower Prince, nor Piggy Peter, but this flirtatious old fox before her.
The old fox was an excellent dancer and had plenty of experience guiding a novice on the dance floor, clearly having led many innocent young ladies astray before. He considerately adjusted to Qiqi’s pace, slowing down the rhythm, so their dance was fairly harmonious.
As the dance deepened, Gu Qiqi gradually let her guard down, unconsciously thinking that even a playboy was still a scion—like Zhou Yi. Though he might harbor ill intentions toward her, at least he put on a good show on the surface. With these graceful steps, considerate guidance, and whispered sweet nothings, anyone watching would think he was a gentleman, a true gentleman.
“Miss Gu, your mind is wandering, so naturally your steps are messy,” Zhou Yi said, guiding Qiqi’s movements as he leaned in and whispered. “I know you might not be in the best mood right now, but you don’t have to keep your eyes fixed on others, do you? From start to finish, through this entire dance, you haven’t looked at me once.”
Gu Qiqi was startled, turned her head, and murmured, “I… did I?”
Zhou Yi raised his fox-like eyes. “Of course you did. But what surprises me is that you seem far more concerned about my sister than about Lu Wei? Miss Gu, are you very familiar with my sister?”
Ah, he’d noticed!
Gu Qiqi’s heart skipped a beat, her feet faltered, and she stepped on his foot.
But at that moment, she also had a realization—Zhou Yi didn’t know about her relationship with Qin Chen. It seemed Zhou Zhibi hadn’t told her brother about what she’d done to her.
Zhou Yi let out an exaggerated gasp and said softly, “Wow, I only criticized you once—no need to stomp so hard, right?”
Gu Qiqi awkwardly scratched her hair and clumsily changed the subject. “I’m not very good at dancing anyway—but, Young Master Zhou, why were you so insistent on asking me to dance?”
Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow. “Because I didn’t have a dance partner!”
Gu Qiqi snorted. “Oh, come on! Someone like you, no dance partner? Look, I’ve only danced one song with you, and my back is already full of poisonous arrows of jealousy and resentment—those beauties are glaring at me with red eyes, like they want to rush up and tear me apart! If I dance another song with you, I’m afraid I’ll be ambushed on my way home tonight and killed to vent their anger!”