Shen Qi's face instantly flushed bright red.
How utterly embarrassing!
Indeed, she hadn't eaten anything since morning...
She had gone to the church early in the day for a solo wedding ceremony, then headed straight to the villa the He family had provided. Before she could even rest, she was summoned here...
"Come join me." He Yining's phoenix-like eyes flickered with a faint smile as he turned and walked toward the door.
Shen Qi frantically ran her fingers through her hair, realizing she couldn't bring her work bag to the meal. She left it on the back seat, got out of the car, and jogged in small steps to catch up with He Yining.
He Yining wasn't walking fast, clearly waiting for Shen Qi.
But Shen Qi didn't notice this at all, her heart filled with unease.
Feng Kexin, the eldest daughter of Juli Electric, was known as the top socialite in H City.
No wonder He Yining had taken such care with his appearance before meeting her. It was said that this young lady was not only beautiful and charming but also an accomplished pianist, with countless suitors lining up for her in H City.
Unfortunately, Feng Kexin had no interest in anyone else, her heart entirely devoted to He Yining.
Even Shen Qi, who didn't move much in entertainment circles, often saw in the newspapers how Feng Kexin openly professed her love and constantly revolved around He Yining.
The two were considered a perfect match, a golden couple.
Lost in her thoughts, Shen Qi followed He Yining inside.
As soon as He Yining arrived, the hotel manager personally greeted him at the entrance: "Mr. He, Miss Feng is already waiting for you in the room."
He Yining nodded and walked straight ahead without looking sideways.
Shen Qi hesitated for a moment but still followed.
There was no choice—when a client needed her, as a stylist, she had to keep up!
Turning a corner, the hotel manager personally opened the door: "Miss Feng, Mr. He is here."
Shen Qi looked up and saw a woman dressed in a limited-edition Chanel outfit sitting on the sofa in the room, flipping through a fashion magazine.
Hearing the manager's words, Feng Kexin gave a radiant smile, but when she spotted Shen Qi behind He Yining, her smile froze instantly.
He Yining acted as if he hadn't noticed Feng Kexin's change in expression, walking in gracefully with a slight smirk: "Miss Feng, sorry to keep you waiting."
Feng Kexin's gaze locked onto Shen Qi, though her tone remained light: "You're too kind, Mr. He. I just arrived myself. And this is—"
Facing Feng Kexin's hostility, Shen Qi felt genuinely innocent.
She really didn't want to be the third wheel here.
It was all He Yining's idea to drag her along to keep an eye on his appearance.
He Yining smiled and explained, "This is Shen Qi, my... personal stylist."
Whether it was an illusion or not, Shen Qi felt he paused slightly before saying that, clearly up to no good.
Sure enough, after hearing He Yining's explanation, Feng Kexin's eyes grew even darker: "Oh? Just a stylist, and you need to bring her here to disturb our meeting? Yining, it's been a while since we last saw each other."
He Yining gave a lazy smile: "Because there's an important occasion later, and it's safer to keep such a crucial person as my stylist close by."
Feng Kexin shot Shen Qi a meaningful glance: "In that case, please join us."
Feng Kexin had no choice but to save face for He Yining.
Otherwise, he was perfectly capable of walking out on her!
Even with an extra third wheel, Feng Kexin wouldn't let He Yining find an easy excuse to leave!