The year 2020, Olympics Games are held in Tokyo. Six months before Olympics, Kageyama and Hinata, who are now both 19, have been invited to Japan's volleyball NT. They have the chance to play at the Olympics and show their true talents in front of the world.
However, unfortunately...
They're both benched, so they have to try hard to get into the first squad.

//All right everyone, I want to clarify some things here. First of all, I wasn't sure whether to put this in fanfic section or here, but except for Hinata and Kageyama (and someone you should really like...), not so many other characters from Haikyuu will be found in the story. It's more centered on the world's actual players and this humble author's imagination. So eventually, I thought it's better to place it along with the other sports genre novels.
Additionally, according to the manga, their age would be 23 by the year 2020, but as I said, it's not based on the real timeline in actual Haikyuu. I could've just gone for Rio 2016, but since Japan hadn't qualified for that, I chose Tokyo 2020.
This is the 2nd work I'm writing right now, so I may not be able to update it properly, but I assure you I won't delay so much between releases.
Also, the national teams in this novel may not exactly be the same, or there may be some dissimilarities between real FIVB system and the one here.//

She spent more energy on her directing and producing work than her acting work.
A thick script was lying silently between her and Qin Guan. Small vintage holes had been punched into the simple pile of paper and a silk thread had been woven through the holes, making the script look like an elegant thread-bound book.
The Chinese characters on the cover spelled "Letter From A Strange Woman". The words were written in ink.
In other words, the script looked rich in art and literature.
Xu liked to make demands from others though. "This is our first meeting, Mr. Qin Guan. I apologize for my presumptuous visit, but I had no other alternative," she said politely.
"I wonder if you have read this script before?"
Qin Guan nodded.
"I actually approached Jiang Wen first. I'm the director of the film, but after reading the script, Mr. Jiang told me that he was not a good choice for the role. The script had been adapted from a foreign novel after all."
"The hero is a true playboy. A womanizer's nature cannot simply be reproduced through acting. To be frank, the actor has to be a stunner himself. That's why he recommended you."
"In his opinion, you are the only actor in China who can portray the man without disgusting the audience."
Qin Guan didn't comment on the compliment. He also liked the sentiment of the story.
 Qin Guan just nodded. "You've come at just the right moment. I'm not very busy with the firm right now. Thank you for your trust. My answer is yes."
All women were like flowers. At Qin Guan's response, Xu Jinglei smiled elegantly, like a daisy blooming silently on a field.
Even though this was their first meeting, they felt like they were old friends.
The firm began to prepare in a hurry. Sister Xue started getting ready for Qin Guan's appearance at the French Fashion Week. This was the only international fashion week that Qin Guan had not attended so far, so Sister Xue appointed a capable girl named Wang Liying as his assistant.
When she heard the news, Wang Liying nearly burst into tears of joy.
Qin Guan once again joined the crew with a big team and a considerable investment. He provided one fourth of the total amount. Soon, the shooting began in Tianjin.
When they arrived at the site, some keen reporters recognized him. As a result, the whole site had to be sealed off like a mysterious box kept secret from outsiders.
This was Xu's idea of marketing. She was a capable woman with big ambitions, so she planned on taking advantage of Qin Guan's international influence. She was a talented woman indeed.
The beginning of the film, which was quite peaceful, was filmed in a quiet Tianjin alley.
The alleys of Tianjin were just as old as the Beijing hutongs. They had been established during the Ming Dynasty and they reflected the style of Tianjin, which was a city located by the sea.
The air was moister than that of the capital, and the weather was friendlier. A canal went through the city, leaving the alleys to find a place along its banks. The larger alleys were as broad as roads, and the smaller ones were as narrow as ribbons twisting and winding in the small area.
Of course, the crew hadn't chosen them as their shooting location. The scene was set in an ordinary native quadrangle dwelling.
Tianjin people were very kind to strangers. The crew started carrying props and equipment into the yard early in the morning, but the residents didn't complain. Some experienced old men even worked out the time period of the film based on the props.
They exchanged greetings with the crew, who were chewing on pancakes they had just bought. Their special accent and the smell of breakfast lingered around the site.
Qin Guan, who was the protagonist, was pulled from the hotel by Wang Liying early in the morning. The first job requirement of an assistant was to act like an alarm clock.
In a few minutes, the stylist had fixed Qin Guan's hair into a slick hairstyle. His black boots, brown jodhpurs and black jacket made Qin Guan look like an American plane engineer of the 1930s. He looked really handsome! 


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Chapter 961: Spirit is On Fire!
Ang hula ni Qiao Weilan ay aabutin ng kalahating buwan hanggang isang buwan, pero ang totoo niyan ay mas maikli pa dun ang inabot.
Una, birthday banquet ng Imperial socialite na si Miss Wang at kilala siya sa socialite's circle na palaging magagara at may magandang estilo ang pananamit dahil mahilig siya sa mga bago at kakaibang brands.
Sa araw ng birthday banquet niya, nakasuot siya ng isang vintage Oriental dress na mukhang nag-iinit na ulap ng abo ng bulkan, bumagay ito sa kanya dahil sa liwanag nito at paggalaw kaya't malinaw naming nadaig niya lahat ng mga naggagandahang babae ng gabing 'yun.
Nang matapos ang banquet, marami kaagad ang lumapit sa kanya para tanungin ang brand ng damit niya.
Nalaman nilang ibinigay 'yun ng isa niyang matalik na kaibigan sa fashion industry at disenyo iyun ng isang misteryosong Golden Award-winning designer na si ZX. Sa totoo niyan, irerelease pa lamang ang disenyo dahil ito ang pinakabago mula sa brand. Maging si Qin Shenyue ay magiliw at panay ang puri sa damit.
Naging isa nang hot topic sa circle ang Spirit, kaya't ang mga ipinakilala sa brand at 'di nagplanong suotin ito ay biglang nagbago ang isip at ipinagmalaki na rin…
Matapos ang ilang araw, isa namang matandang dalaga mula sa socialite circle ang aksidenteng nakatapon ng alak sa damit niya habang nasa isang banquet. Wala siyang naihandang pamalit na damit pero nagkataon namang nasa sasakyan ang damit na ibinigay sa kanya ni Qiao Weilan. Loyal sa mga kilalang international brands ang dalaga kaya ayaw niya sanang nagsusuot ng kung anu-anong brand lamang, pero nagpalit pa rin siya dahil wala naman siyang magagawa.
Nang gabing 'yun, nagpalit sa isang peacock blue na Qipao ang dalaga at walang tigil na pagpuri sa damit ang narinig niya mula sa mga babaeng bisita. Sinasabi nila na bagay sa kanyang aura ang pagiging pino ng mga detalye at para bang ginawa talaga para sa kanya ang damit. Maraming mga ginang na ka-edad niya ang lumapit rin sa kanya para tanungin ang brand ng suot niya at kung kaninong disenyo ito.
Pagkatapos nun, may isa pang insidente na gumawang ingay.
Ang Old General na si Zhuang Zongren ay nakipagtulungan kina Zhuang Liaoyuan at sa apo niyang babae na si Zhuang Keer para tumanggap ng mga importanteng bisita mula sa iba't ibang bansa at naka-stream din nang live sa national news ang kaganapang 'yun.
Nang araw na 'yun, si Zhuang Keer, ang apo ng Old General, ay nagsuot ng isang simpleng gown na may kakaibang sigla. Ang mahalaga pa ay may tamang pagkakahalo ng Chinese elements sa fashion kaya nakaakit ito ng mga papuri sa pagiging international friendly. Nagustuhan ng lahat ang Chinese influence sa gown…
 'Di nagtagal ay umarangkada na ang Spirit!
Mula sa socialite circle hanggang mga ginang, pinag-uusapan ng lahat ang brand at nakuha rin nito ang suporta ng bansa sa pamamagitan ng funding dahil sa pagaadvocate nito sa local brands.
Kahit na 'di kalakihan ang ilang milyong dolyar, ibig sabihin pa rin nito ay maraming pagkakataon para maging kinatawan ng bansa sa iba pang mahahalagang okasyon sa hinaharap.
"Oh my God, oh my God! Boss! We're on fire! Fire! Spirit is on fire! Halos sumabog sa dami ng tawag ang mga telepono natin! Tapos 'yung mga orders! Lahat ng order…!" Sabik na sabik si Han Momo at lumapit ito kay Qiao Weilan at seryosong yumuko. "Director Qiao, ang galing niyo! Pasensya na kung pinagdudahan kita nung una! Napakagaling mo talaga!"
Tumingin si Qiao Weilan kay Ning Xi na abala sa pagtingin sa mga detalye ng customers at nagsalita, "Ang totoo niyan ang hula ko lang naman ay mabubuksan 'yung daan para lumawak ang market natin. Lumagpas pa sa inaasahan ko 'yung ganito kabilis na pag-asenso natin, lalo na kay Miss Zhuang…"
Akala niya ay karaniwang socialite lang 'yung nabanggit ni Ning Xi na kaibigang bibigyan niya ng mga damit, pero sino bang mag-aakalang sa apo pala ng Old General Zhuang na si Zhuang Keer, ang number one socialite sa Imperial?
Ang ikinagulat pa niya ay 'di niya inakalang sa ganung okasyon susuotin ni Zhuang Keer ang damit.
Kadalasan kasi ay kontrolado ng mga personal stylist ang sinusuot sa mga ganung okasyon, 'di sila basta bastang makakapagsuot ng gusto nila maliban na lang kung may espesyal na relasyon sa stylist si Zhuang Keer para mapapayag ito.
Syempre papasa ang kalidad at disenyo ng damit at sobrang ganda nito kaya siguradong papayag ang mga stylist.


SYNOPSIS

“Honey, gusto ko talaga ‘yung script sa drama…Kaya lang medyo mas maraming sex scenes ngayon. Pwede ko pa bang tanggapin?”
Kalmadong sumagot si Lu Tingxiao, “Sige lang.”
Nang gabing ‘yun, bumangon si Ning Xi mula sa kama nang nanginginig ang mga binti at nakakapit sa mga rail.
Tinanong siya ulit ni Lu Tingxiao, “Gusto mo pa bang kunin ‘yung project?”


Although many reporters and fans came, the press conference was kept short. The questions were also strictly monitored by the big bosses of Bright Summit and the other management companies. If there was a question that they didn't like, it was shot down immediately.
As a result, most of the questions focused on the film "Strong Yet Broken" itself and everyone's experience participating in the Sommet International Film Festival. There were also more questions targeted to both Iris Long and Yin Meixing, specifically about the two awards that they won. Their beautiful trophies were even brought out for everyone to admire.
Despite the management companies' tight control on the questions, there were still some bold reporters who risked it and asked personal questions, mostly for Iris.
"Iris Long, we want to know more about your relationship with CEO Jin Liwei. Are the two of you living together under the same roof?"
"When is the wedding?"
"Are you pregnant? Or do you already have a baby together, that's why you plan on marrying?"
Bright Summit's boss and Tang Yiyi were about to stop the reporters from asking these questions, but Iris assured them with a silent look. She maintained her calm and pleasant expression.
"Jin Liwei and I will be granting interviews as a couple another time. You can ask those questions then. But for now, I would like to request everyone to please focus on our film, 'Strong Yet Broken'. This press conference is for all of us involved in the film, isn't it? It's not meant for me alone."
There were still a few insistent personal questions but Iris didn't budge. The reporters couldn't force her to answer, so they could only give up…for now. They were already looking forward to her promise that she and Jin Liwei would grant interviews as a couple. Each of them was hoping that they would be the ones chosen to interview the two together. The interview would surely be a hit.
The press conference ended with a resounding success. The big bosses of Bright Summit and the other management companies were pleased at the publicity for their artists.
Later, Iris and the others bid goodbye to the crowd. Then the owner of the private airport led them to the in-house restaurant. The high-class restaurant was booked only for them today. It was already afternoon. Everyone was hungry, especially for Iris and the others who arrived from France that morning.
Lunch was a sumptuous and luxurious feast. The airport owner and the bosses of the management companies paid for it. They went all out to celebrate the triumphant return of Iris Long, Yin Meixing and everyone from the "Strong Yet Broken" team.
Late in the afternoon, everyone was finally allowed to go home. Iris, who looked refreshed and glowing in the morning when they landed, now showed exhaustion and weariness on her beautiful face. Inside the car, Jin Liwei embraced his baby girl and kissed her forehead.
"Darling, I'm tired," she murmured.
"I know, love. You worked hard today," he told her while stroking her long hair with his hand.
"But I'm happy."
He looked at her face. Indeed, she looked happy.
"Me, too," he said.
"Really?"
"En. I'm very happy that everyone finally knows that you're mine. I've been waiting for this moment for what feels like a long time."
They gazed into each other's eyes, soft smiles making the corners of their mouths curve upwards. The love they had for each other felt like it only grew stronger once it was revealed to the world.
"I can't wait to go home," she said.
"We're already home," he replied.
A furrow formed between her brows as she looked outside. "No, we're not. The mansion is still quite far away."
He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear before saying, "Home is wherever we're together. Regardless of the place or the country, I feel at home as long as you're with me."
Warm and fuzzy feelings flooded Iris' heart. She grabbed Jin Liwei's head with both hands and gave him a loud, smacking kiss on the mouth. As a result, a wide stupid grin broke out of his face.
"Yes, darling. You're right."
"En, I know."
Then the two grinned at each like stupid idiots, drowning the driver and the other subordinate in the front seat with pure, unadulterated dogfood. The two poor single dogs could only cry inside their hearts.
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The next morning, Iris and Jin Liwei felt refreshed after having a good night's sleep. It was their final day off before returning to their busy schedules again.
Tomorrow would be the official launch of Iris' company, Orchidia Beauty. All preparations had been completed. Iris wished that it was the next day already so that she could finally witness the results of her hard work.
Today, however, the couple decided to pay their respects to both of their families. First, they would eat lunch with Huang Yuyan and Grandma Li at the Jin Family's Old House. Grandma Li had flown down from her mountain estate to stay with Huang Yuyan. Then later that evening, the couple would head to the Long ancestral residence to dine with Long Tengfei, Yang Jiahui and Meimei for supper.
Iris and Jin Liwei brought along souvenirs from the French Riviera. The two had been busy attending events almost everyday during the Sommet International Film Festival. They didn't have the time to go shopping for souvenirs at all. It was Jin Liwei's French butler who took it upon himself to buy appropriate souvenirs for both of their families.
In addition, Wei Lan also bought many things during her multiple shopping trips. She gave a small mountain of her purchases to Iris and Jin Liwei, instructing them to give everything to Huang Yuyan and Grandma Li. 
As a viscountess, Wei Lan was trying to become a magnanimous person, so she also bought two small keychains—tiny, to be exact—for Long Tengfei and Yang Jiahui. How generous of her! As expected of a viscountess!
The couple only smiled at Wei Lan's "generosity" to her ex-husband and his third wife. Jin Liwei took a seventy-year old vintage cognac from his own cellar at the mansion to give to Long Tengfei, while Iris packed a huge Orchidia Beauty gift basket for Yang Jiahui in order to make up for the big difference in the number of souvenirs between the two families because of Wei Lan.


A world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international Underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night.

She is reborn into the body of Iris Long, a teenage pop singer, wild party girl, and spoiled brat. For the former princess of the Underworld who lived an overprotected and shackled life, this new life is a chance to finally live the life of freedom and independence that she always wanted.

Jin Liwei is the most powerful man in the country's business world. Cold and ruthless, he is someone only a few dare offend. When the infamous Iris Long, who used to chase his younger brother, wakes up from a year-long coma, his unfeeling heart moves for the first time and he falls hard for this unexpected genius girl.

She wants to fly freely and soar high beyond the sky. He wants her everything, to tie her to himself and to never let her go.

This is her journey to super stardom. This is his journey in accompanying her. Together, they will rock the world while facing many challenges.

But what will happen when she discovers that she can never escape from the shadows of her previous life? Will she still be able to live her dream life of freedom and independence? Will he be able to protect her from the dangers?

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WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!!

This novel is rated 18+ (no one 17 and under allowed). It contains mature adult themes, coarse language, explicit sexual content, and occasional graphic violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Please do NOT read if you are under 18 or if you feel uncomfortable with any of these elements. 

And despite of what some of the negative reviews are claiming, there is NO rape in this novel. Many scenes are deliberately made uncomfortable (clear 18+ warning), but there is NO rape.

Also please remember that this is a work of "fiction". Thank you!

Seeing that I wasn't going to be talked out of it, Howard then decided that he would accompany me to Thailand as my bodyguard. I wasn't given the option of saying no. I contacted Jaya who was already in Thailand to inform him of my tag along and he said he would arrange for a pick-up for both of us at Suvarnabhumi Airport.
Unhappy security consultant aside, the trip to Thailand was uneventful and the flight from Changi Airport to Suvarnabhumi Airport was void of any drama. Better known as Bangkok International Airport, we arrived at Suvarnabhumi the day before the start of the festival and there was a man waiting for us. I was worried about the cost but Jaya assured me that the pick-up is free as the Oriental Earth Group had arranged transport for all participants of the festival. The official reason is that this is the first time the SCR Festival is being held outside of Bangkok but Howard suspect the free transport was due to security fears. Either way, it was just a short trip to from Bangkok to Nonthaburi Province so I didn't thought much of it. That is until I saw the big armored coach waiting for us.
If the aim of the Oriental Earth Group was to reassure me of the safety of the festival, then they failed miserably. The armored coach waiting for us a top of the line Series 5 Kings Flying Coach. I had worked on some of these coaches when I was just a mechanic so I was quite familiar with them. The coach was the kind football clubs in Europe used to ferry their multi-millionaire footballers from cities to cities; the kind that can get hit by a missile and keep on flying; the kind that cost millions of credits per vehicle.
Things must really be bad if the Oriental Earth Group is using a fleet of these coaches for all the participants. Despite my misgivings, I have to admit there is a huge difference between working on the vehicle and being a passenger in it. The coach was luxurious and I spent the trip enjoying the scenery below me. I even spend some time investigating the new rewards I received from the System.
I had been right on the money about the missions and rewards. After designing the new Battlesuit for the festival, I got the message that I had completed my mission to design a Grade 1 Battlesuit and the System immediately gave me a mission to build the Battlesuit. I gladly did so. More importantly, the rewards I got this time were actually good. Unlike the cool but useless CS Little Rascal, this time I got skills!
As a Battlesuit Designer, skills are far more valuable than equipment and the two I got were doozies. Dual engineering is a skill that makes it easier for me to combine different technologies in a Battlesuit, and Advance Electrical Engineering gives me more knowledge on electrical equipment, devices and systems. The former is useful as I use a lot of different technologies in my Battlesuits while the latter is great as I would need it in the future when I designed Battlesuits using Compound Electrical Technology. Unfortunately, no new missions were given by the System but I expect that to change once the SCR Festival is over.
Just like the flight to Thailand, the trip to Nonthaburi was uneventful and the flying coach arrived at Nonthaburi Oriental Airport without incident. At first glance, I was impressed. The coach had stopped outside the airport terminal and I could see numerous aircraft landing and taking off at the dual runways. The airport had two runways and from the looks of it, the festival was going to occupy both of them. Either the SCR Festival was bigger than the reports said or the Oriental Earth Group had stepped up their game this year.
I was leaning towards the latter as there were a lot of security. Turrets, security drones and numerous guards patrol the runways and I wouldn't be surprised if there were some extra security measure hidden from view.
Howard and I stepped into the terminal and my eyes was immediately taken by the massive twenty meters tall mech standing in the middle of the main hall. I know the mech by sight. It was the Rocketbolt.
Arguably the first mech in history, most people had considered the machine to be too big and bulky when it was first revealed by its inventor, Dumaka Jaja. They quickly changed their tune. Armed with numerous rockets and a heavy jet pack, the Rocketbolt turned The Great African War on it's head with overwhelming and speedy delivery of offensive power.
Although its battlefield dominance didn't last very long as many other designers quickly copy and improved on its design, the Rocketbolt did enough to help ushered in the age of Rocket Power. In fact, most historians considered the Rocketbolt to be the invention that heralded the end of the Clockwork Age. As the invention widely considered to be the machine that change the ages, its place in history is assured.
A practiced eye told me that the mech in front of me is no replicate; this Rocketbolt is the real deal. It is a vintage mech from the age of Rocket Power. I don't know what was stranger; the fact that the Oriental Earth Group managed to get their hands on one, or that they just placed it as a showcase for the festival.
"This machine deserved to be in a museum!"
Only when I saw Howard's nod did I realized I said that out loud. We went to the check-in counter which was now serving as the check-in area for all participants. It seems that whoever organized the festival for the Oriental Earth Group has a sense of humor.
A quick DNA scan proves our identity and we both got our festival pass. With the pass in hand, I had access to the SCR Festival network and connect my cybernetics to it. I call up the floorplan of the festival from the network and quickly found where my stall was located. Howard and I walked out of the terminal and stepped into the controlled chaos of the runways.
There was just a day before the opening of the festival and everyone was in the midst of getting ready. Robots and drones were carrying equipment, helicopters were flying overhead, and even the main stage was getting their finishing touches. Some foreigners may considered it unprofessional but in the SEAL, last minute rushed work is normal.
The stage was where most of the presentation would be done and it was situated near the airport terminal. While it looks great, what really impressed me was the ten meter water tank sitting beside it. I have no doubt the water tank was there for underwater demonstration and wondered if Jaya was going to make use of it.
The stall for The Fat Tinkerer was on the second runway and as we walked towards it, I enjoyed the sights. There were several and unusual models at the festival and not everything was ancient and vintage.
I saw a giant clockwork spider security drone called the Arachnid Guardian; a Steam-powered demolition derby truck called the Steam Dreadnought; and a clockwork Battlesuit called the Cavalry Walker. These were just some of the machines on show that had clearly been modified for modern use. I was especially interest in the Cavalry Walker and made a note on the location of the stall. I shall come back to take a closer look at my competition when the festival begin.
After a short walk, we finally saw the stall for The Fat Tinkerer. Jaya directing some workers who were fixing in some extra lights and placed within the area of the stall were the gleaming Jumpbot, Trackbot, and Decimator. I quickened my step and Jaya saw me approaching. I didn't waste time.
"What happened? Where's the Sealion?"

Tobias Wong is a man with secrets. 
He dreams of being a Battlesuit Designer.
He does not hate the government.
And his father is a supervillain.
Then one day, his absent father left him another. A secret so big and powerful, it would change his life forever.
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This is the unedited draft of the story. There is a published version of this novel on Amazon. Thanks

Tang Zui walked over to Su Qianxun with a cold expression on his face. He did not even look at the people from the Qiao family and the Xia family. He merely grabbed Su Qianxun's wrist and walked towards the exit.
Xia Xinruo had the intention to scold Su Qianxun, but she was stopped by Xia Chuxi's mother. "Let's see how your brother is first."
Qiao Bonian looked at Tang Zui too. Based on his years of experience in the business scene, he knew that this young man was no ordinary person.
Meanwhile, Qiao Yiren was feeling a little anxious.After spending a wondrous evening with Long Sijue, he had not contacted her. Qiao Yiren was worried that that Su Qianxun had done something to purposely prevent Long Sijue from seeing her.
Xia Chuxi only suffered superficial injuries, and his mother felt at ease after hearing what the doctor said.
…..
Tang Zui dragged Su Qianxun out of the hospital and brought her over to a fashion studio.
"Why are we here?"
Su Qianxun knew that this was a fashion studio, and it was one of the best fashion studios in Dragon City. It was definitely on par with top international studios, and all the dresses there were of renowned brands.
"Styling you up and bringing you to a charity gala."
Su Qianxun remained silent.
Tang Zui pushed her towards the chief stylist, and several staff members dragged her away.
Half an hour later, Su Qianxun had a new appearance when she came out from the room. Tang 
Half an hour later, Su Qianxun showed up with a brand new style. Tang Zui widened his eyes when he saw her. As expected, beautiful women look beautiful no matter what. She only needed a little bit of makeup to mesmerize everyone.
However, the chief stylist did not seem too happy. Su Qianxun was also wearing an embarrassed expression.
"Young Master Tang, what is wrong with this young woman? She is blessed with a beautiful appearance, but she doesn't listen to me at all. She rejected every single dress I picked for her. This is truly infuriating." The chief stylist was so angry that he kept stamping his feet.
"Whatever she's wearing looks very beautiful, and I am satisfied with it. We'll be taking our leave, then. See you next time."
Tang Zui reckoned that it was about time. He grabbed Su Qianxun by her hand, left the fashion studio, and drove away with her.
…..
The magnificent grand hall of the hotel was full of people clad in elegant clothes. Soft piano melody was echoing in the air, and a faint aroma of red wine lingered in the air.
Long Sijue was wearing a tuxedo, and he appeared slender and slim. His hair was combed up, and it looked slightly messy. However, he did not have to worry that his hair will fall out of place as he had used a styling gel. His facial features were deep set, and the thin lips below his straight nose bridge was slightly parted. He appeared so handsome that other people could barely keep their eyes off him.
Lan Qingcheng was wearing a long golden dress. The v-shaped neckline revealed her snowy fair skin, showcasing her alluring cleavage. The v-shaped design at the back almost revealed her entire back, all the way down to the cleavage between her butt cheeks, making her look even more seductive.
However, she felt unhappy. She only wore a golden dress because she heard that Long Sijue would be using a golden handkerchief. Who would have known that he actually wore black entirely, from top to bottom
Even though the banquet hall was flooded with beautiful women, Su Qianxun was still able to mesmerize the eyes of many when she walked into the hall with her arm linked around Tang Zui's. Everyone seemed to be captivated by her beauty.
Right now, the young woman looked tremendously mesmerizing. Her facial features were exquisite, and her black orbs were brighter than the stars in the sky. Her long, black, curly and waist-length hair covered her back, and she was wearing a little black dress which made her skin look even fairer. The a-shaped neckline gave the dress a vintage vibe, and the countless diamonds on the dress shone like stars.
When Long Sijue saw the young woman, his eyes darkened with desire. Meanwhile, Lan Qingcheng clenched her fists tightly. She had never expected Long Sijue to actually allow that little sl*t to show up at such an important occasion.


Framed by her so-called best friend and half-sister, Su Qianxun stumbled upon a strange man when she was making her escape. A strange man so handsome it looked as if his face was carved by the Gods, but with a heart as cold as stone. A wild and fiery night ensued, and ever since then, they embarked on a journey filled with passion, lust, conspiracy and treachery.

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