The sound of the belt hitting the table made the entire banquet hall quiet for three seconds.
I was standing at the door of the hall of the Lin Group's signing ceremony. The suit was the one I wore at the wedding three years ago, and the cuffs were worn white. More than a hundred people looked over, their eyes like looking at a wild dog that had wandered into the banquet hall.
"Qin Mo? Why is he here?"
"Didn't President Lin say that this loser won't be allowed to attend?"
"Look at his clothes, he bought them from a street stall, right?"
Not loud, but just enough for me to hear. I took a deep breath and stepped into the hall. My shadow was reflected on the floor. I remembered this pair of leather shoes. The soles had been worn flat and water would get in when it rained.
There was a champagne tower on the sign-in table on the left, the golden liquid glowing under the light. I swallowed. I hadn't eaten anything since morning, and my stomach felt so empty. But I didn't look at the champagne and walked straight to the main table.
Lin Wanqing was sitting on the main seat, wearing a white suit and skirt, with her hair tied up, revealing her slender neck. She was holding a wine glass in her hand and was talking to the man next to her. I knew that man, Zhao Tianlong, the young master of the Zhao Group. He had a neat suit and tie, and the watch on his wrist could buy half a street.
I walked to the table and pulled out the chair next to Lin Wanqing.
"Wanqing."
With this cry, the air in the entire banquet hall froze.
Lin Wanqing turned to look at me. There was no warmth in her eyes like a husband and wife reunited after a long separation, only coldness and impatience. She put down the wine glass and tapped her nails on the glass, making a crisp sound.
"Who asked you to come?"
It wasn't loud, but every word pierced my ears.
