C11 Oculus

Ji Qing could no longer hear what Ye Xin said after that. She could only feel the blood in her body gushing towards a certain direction. Her hands were clenched into fists and her fingers were pinching painfully on her palms.

"Qing Qing, what's wrong?" "Where are you going?" Ye Xin asked in surprise.

Ji Qing acted as if she did not hear him, walking straight towards the dining table.

It was as if Ye Nancheng said something, An Xin covered her mouth and laughed until it was flowery. It was unknown if it was intentional or unintentional, but she fell towards Ye Nancheng.

"Be careful!" Ye Nancheng held her waist in time.

"Director Ye, your speech is really humorous." An Xin looked like she didn't have any bones left, as she laid on the ground, leaning on Ye Nancheng. Her voice was tender and soft, "Oh, sorry, I'm a little dizzy. Please help me to the sofa."

An Xin understood a man's heart very well. Such a delicate and delicate appearance would be hard for any man to resist. As expected, Ye Nancheng was no exception.

He pursed his lips, a rare smile appearing on his stern face. With a gentle voice, he asked, "Miss An, do you need me to send you to the hospital?"

"Oh, there's no need. It's my old problem. My blood sugar is too low. I'll be fine after a short rest." An Xin shook her head.

Hypoglycemia? Old illness? Ji Qing had worked with her for more than two years, but she had never found out. She spent most of her time in the gym practicing yoga. Every year, the company would take a physical examination of her body, and every physical index was better than the average person.

Ji Qing asked the waiter for a sweet cup of boiling water and brought the cup to them. An Xin was obviously surprised to see her and quickly recovered. She smiled and greeted, "Qingqing."

"Seeing how pale you are to the point that you can't even stand properly, you must be a veteran, right?" Ji Qing smiled as she handed the cup to her, like a caring old friend. "Xin Xin, come. It'll be better if you drink a cup of sugar water."

"Oh, thank you." She reached out to take it.

"Be careful." Ji Qing did not forget to remind him.

Ji Qing looked at her drinking water and slowly turned her face towards Ye Nancheng. She said with a smile, "Director Ye, the heart's hypoglycemia is not an old problem. I feel dizzy every time. I don't think she can be your partner tonight."

Ye Nancheng looked at her in silence, not saying a word.

An Xin lost her composure and immediately said, "It's still too early for the ball. I'll be fine after a short rest."

At this moment, the melodious sound of a violin rang out. Ji Qing looked towards the direction of the sound and saw a young woman wearing a long white dress slowly walking toward the improvised small stage in the middle of the banquet hall while fiddling with a violin.

Ji Qing turned around and extended her hand to him, showing him the smile she thought was the most beautiful, "Director Ye, this is my favorite song, 'Liang Zhu'. Can I invite you to a dance?"

He continued to look at her in silence, with no response.

Two minutes passed, perhaps longer, and Ji Qing felt her arm stiffen. The most hateful thing was his superior sense of superiority, which was clearly shown by his gaze.

Ji Qing still had a beautiful smile on her face, but in her heart, she had already paid her respects to the eighteen generations of her ancestors.

Just as he was hesitating between continuing to persevere and finding a way down the stairs, he suddenly opened his mouth. "Miss Ji, after you."

Ji Qing was slightly startled, but she quickly understood that he had agreed to dance with her. She seized the opportunity and chased after him, mercilessly "snatching" him from An Xin's hands.

Ye Nancheng walked to the middle of the banquet hall, arm in arm with Ye Nancheng. He slipped his hand down and held her waist a bit, and they jumped into a slow dance face to face. He stared at Ji Qing condescendingly.