Chapter 62: YC Clubhouse

Xie Chenjing pressed his brow and chuckled softly, "Such a child!" Outside, the dim yellow lights illuminated the river, where lotus flowers drifted in and out of view, shrouded in a light mist that possessed a unique beauty.

"All right, let's go!" A dainty voice sounded from the doorway of the study. Dressed in a pure white dress cinched at the waist with a pearl chain, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, she waved at him.

A flash of amusement crossed his eyes as he walked over slowly, lowering his head slightly. "Yiyi, what is my surname?"

"Huh?" Frowning at such a simple question, she answered decisively, "Xie."

"And my given name?"

"Chen—" Before she could finish, she was cut off.

"I like that form of address!" Having achieved his goal, he took her hand and led her downstairs.

"..." Was it really okay for him to act like this?

From descending the stairs to getting into the car, Chu Yitong kept stealing glances at him in the driver's seat. Calm and composed. Chen, Chen, Chen—oh heavens, she couldn't bring herself to say it aloud. Frustrated, she instinctively reached up to tug at her hair, but before she could act on it, a slightly amused voice sounded in her ear: "Yiyi, your hair!"

Defeated, she lowered her raised arm, let out a soft sigh, and rested her head against the car window. Outside, the lights were dazzling, and the streets were bustling with noisy, lively crowds. Ever since she woke up, aside from sneaking out not long ago to look for someone at The Blues, she had spent all her time at home. It had been a long time since she had seen such a scene.

"Here?" She stood before the YC Club, staring at the eye-catching sign. During the month since she woke up, she hadn't been idle; to help with her recovery, she had gone online and learned about many things. The YC Club was an ultra-high-end establishment frequented exclusively by high society and the elite. Though the prices were exorbitant, it was always packed, and without an advance reservation, getting a table was simply impossible.

"Let's go!" Xie Chenjing held her hand and led her inside. As they reached the entrance, a receptionist stepped forward to guide them. Just as they were walking in, a surprised voice called out from behind: "President Xie!"

He turned his head and, without a trace of deliberateness, blocked her face from view. "Yiyi, wait for me over there for a moment. I'll be right back," he said, pointing his slender fingers toward a nearby lounge area.

"Okay!" Chu Yitong nodded and walked over, sitting down on the sofa to look out in boredom.

"President Xie, long time no see!"

"President Lu, long time no see!" Xie Chenjing replied calmly.

Though approaching fifty, Lu Chengyun looked radiant and full of vigor. "President Xie's business has been doing exceptionally well lately!"

"Thank you for the praise. It's all thanks to the seniors giving me this face!" Neither arrogant nor impatient, unhurried, his handsome face remained as calm as still water.

"President Xie certainly knows how to speak!" Lu Chengyun burst into hearty laughter, his face full of teasing. "All right, I won't delay your time. You have a beauty accompanying you, after all!"

A dark glint flashed through the depths of Xie Chenjing's obsidian eyes. He curved his lips into a smile. "President Lu, I'll take my leave."

"Go on, go on, otherwise I'd be committing an unforgivable sin," Lu Chengyun said, his gaze sweeping over the nearby lounge area with a meaningful look.

Xie Chenjing bowed slightly and turned away. Behind him, a pair of gloomy eyes stared intently at his back. A rising star in the business world with ruthless methods? He certainly didn't think so. A wet-behind-the-ears punk dared to challenge him? With a cold snort, Lu Chengyun turned and walked inside.

Chu Yitong rested her chin in her hand, deep in thought. Why did that man just now feel so familiar? There was no trace of him whatsoever in her memory—not a single fragment. Could it be that she had met him in the past?

"Yiyi, let's go!" Xie Chenjing stood beside the sofa, realizing she hadn't noticed him at all, and called out gently.