Chapter 02
Ming Yue sauntered inside the hotel with an assistant trailing behind her.
She wore a white suit with matching slacks that emphasised her long legs and red stilletos which matched her red turtle neck. Her hair was curled at the bottom and neatly combed. She gripped a Chanel handbag on one hand and the other had a golden wristwatch.
The manager of the five star hotel bowed in respect and then immediately walked forward to lead Ming Yue to a suite.
"A variety of French cuisine is on the way, madamoiselle," The manager said with a thick accent.
The suite was lavishly designed and had arched ceiling painted with with cherubs and blue sky. On the corners of the room towered Corinthians columns and a splash of modern was added with the flatscreen tv and jacuzzi. Ming Yue didn't bother to look around the luxurious suite. She was told about its features. Three bedrooms, balcony, and jacuzzi.
She just uttered a polite oui and then walked towards the bedroom. Her assistant followed, left the luggage near the closet, bowed slightly, and left.
Ming Yue took off her coat and heels and then stretched on the fluffy bed. With a groan, she buried her feet on the covers and unlocked her phone to browse social media.
She looked once again at her friend requests sent from various social media accounts and pouted when not one had been accepted. She had a hunch Qiang Shen's accounts were just for business purposes but still she stubbornly insists on being social media friends with him. Therefore, she had happily spammed his chatboxes with messages after messages.
She happily chatted him at another social media account and almost giggled when she saw three dots appear, indicating that he was finally typing.
An Qiang Shen: ?
GorgCelestine: Hi :D
An Qiang Shen: Problem?
GorgCelestine: None. Talk to meeee pls.
seen
She pouted at the screen and resisted the urge to send a gif. This man really is frustrating. Like a block of ice. A big handsome block of ice. She imagined his face . The sculpted features, the cool cutting dark eyes, and the pink lips faintly smiling.
Hmmm....A sexy block of ice.
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Ming Yue wore royal blue colored skirt that reached her ankle. It was intricately detailed with white floral patterns. For her top, she wore a white satin dress shirt-like top except that it was designed in a way that makes it an off-shoulder top which bared her elegant collar bones and pale skin. The sleeves were like that of a normal dress shirt and the cuff buttons were smooth obsidian pearls.
Her make-up was minimal and her lips were matte red.
Her hair was in a classic bun, and over it she wrapped around a Modernisme tropical themed Hermes scarf and tied it to her chin. She slid on her velvet blue heels and held her cream colored purse. Before she put her phone in the purse she took a quick selfie and then shamelesly sent it to Leandro.
Then she smiled brightly and walked out of her suite. Her assistant was waiting outside and as they walked she was telling her their agenda.
They got in the Black Mercedes and headed to the venue. Celestine was invited by her friends in Paris to join in on the fashion week there. This was where women watch fashion shows, show off their extensive wardrobe, and collect more clothes.
Ming Yue enjoyed these occasions as much as her friends who were fashion inclined individuals. Plus, it was a way of broadening social circles. Though she never needed the friends, it never hurt to have them.
"Aubrielle," Ming Yue smiled and sauntered towards the blonde wearing a red bodycon.
"Celestine," Aubrielle called out in her soft tone. They both hugged each other and did the courtesy of a peck on the cheek.
Celestine Rivera was Ming Yue's English name. Aubrielle prefered to call her by her English name as it was easier for Aubrielle, who was French.
Aubrielle was an actress who was also well-versed in painting. They had got together one fashion show and decided they were gonna be more than acquaintance.
"How is that painting you've been busying yourself on?" Ming Yue asked in French as they sat down on their designated seats.
"Ah, I have almost finished it," Aubrielle said and then reached into her bag. "I knew you would ask about it," she giggled and opened her gallery. "That's why I have taken a picture of my artwork."
Aubrielle showed Ming Yue an unfinished work of an amazingly detailed castle like architecture. Behind the elegant building the background colors were warm orange tones and delightful set a bold contrast to the elegance. It was more than halfway done and she could already see the excitement on the audiences faces as they try to bid higher in the auction house.
Aubrielle's paintings were either auctioned or given to a friend as a gift.
"Delightful," Ming Yue exclaimed. "You have wonderful hands, madamoselle. Everything you paint is always too beautiful."
Aubrielle didn't hide the pride as she grinned at her friend. "Thank you."
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Ming Yue rubbed her aching feet and stretched out on her bed. She had just come back from a shower and was now ready to sleep wearing only a satin night dress that reached mid thigh.
The day had been tiring though it was also fun. She had been walking around all day with her friend. Browsing and trying out clothes, strolling through the nostalgic streets of Paris, and then eating dinner at a restaurant.
Now she couldn't even be bothered to send a goodnight to Qiang Shen and could only snuggle deeper into the warm comforts of her bed.
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The airport janitress yawned sleepily as she mopped the floor. She couldn't help but slow down when her arms tiredly tried to drop and it seems that anytime soon her head would loll off to sleep as her eyes kept on trying to close.
A commotion startled her and she quickly opened her eyes wide to look at the direction of the commotion and almost drooled.
Amidst, the many suited people was an angel. He looked so beautiful that she wanted to reach out and touch him. Instead she pinched herself to see if she was dreaming and she was not! Such a gorgeous man was heading her way!
All the romance novels that she had read came flooding into her mind and now wide awake, she straightened her back, fixed her hair, and spread her arms open waiting for the man to embrace her.
She remembered the film where the main lead embraced the female lead with passion and she happily closed her eyes waiting for the gorgeous man to do so.
Alas though, reality proves to be harsh. She was pushed away, knocked out of her breath, and all she could do was fall to the floor. She could only yelp through the whole process and then angrily glare at the man's back from where she fell.
Qiang Shen tiredly rubbed his eyes and then leaned back on the seat of the car. If he was not so tired he could have laughed at a strange woman he had encountered in the airport. The woman was smiling while her eyes were closed. There were hints of drool on the side of her mouth, and on one of her outstretched hand was a mop. One of his bodyguards lightly pushed her to the side but could only be surprised when she lost her balance and fell.
The bodyguard looked back and seeing that the girl was fine looked at his boss.
"Boss, I didn't mean to push her to the floor," the bodyguard nervously said. The bodyguard was confused as to why the girl also fell on the floor.
Qiang Shen could only nod as he was too lazy to speak.
They rolled in a luxurious five star hotel and then a woman dressed in a suit welcomed them. She also led them to his suite and then opened the door for him.
He motioned for his assistant to put the suitcase in the living room and he himself went to the bathroom to shower. He smelt jasmine in the bathroom but figured they scented the place and didn't mind.
He came out rubbing a towel on his hair, only wearing boxers and went straight to the main bedroom to sleep.
He was so goddamn tired.
So tired that he didn't notice the luggage on the corner of the closet and the hint of red satin in the blankets.
He blindly dived into the bed and shut his eyes. The bed was surprisingly warm and he hugged that warmth thinking it was one of those body pillows.
Until that pillow let out a scream.