Chapter 6832
I'm in the Clouds, You're at My Feet
At this moment, Chen Ziyan was also filled with doubt and uncertainty, like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.
She had just come out of the private room where her father had met with that important figure from the special department. Her steps were still a little unsteady, and her heart felt as heavy as if a huge boulder was pressing down on it.
Inside the private room, the father's once straight back was slightly hunched, his face plastered with a fawning smile as he bowed and scraped before the important figure from the special department, his words filled with utmost caution.
That important figure, with a cold expression and sharp eyes, was like two razor-sharp daggers piercing straight into people's hearts.
His words were concise and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer blow, striking the Chen family's hearts—"Fox" explicitly warned them to immediately cease their investigation into Li Fengyuan's death, or face the consequences.
The voice was cold and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
This immense pressure was like an invisible mountain, making it hard for Chen Ziyan to breathe, causing her to feel agitated and restless.
She just wanted to escape that oppressive private room as soon as possible, to get some fresh air and let the clean air dispel the gloom in her heart.
She walked aimlessly down the club's corridor, her high heels clicking crisply and rhythmically on the floor.
When she saw that figure standing at the entrance of the VIP room with a tray in the distance, she only felt that the silhouette... was so similar to that long-forgotten name from her memory...
The name, like a fallen leaf blown away by the wind, briefly drifted through her mind, yet stirred up a distant memory.
Xiao Chen!
An absurd thought flashed through her mind like lightning, prompting her to shout out.
The voice carried a hint of probing and uncertainty, as if afraid of disturbing something.
When the other person actually turned around, Chen Ziyan's bright and beautiful eyes widened instantly, like stars twinkling in the night sky, filled with unbelievable surprise!
She unconsciously covered her mouth with her hands, afraid that she would cry out.
so similar!
The contours of his face, especially the lines of his profile, were exactly the same as those of the once-powerful but now fallen war god of the Dragon Kingdom.
The lines of his profile were strong yet smooth, as if carved by a knife and axe, every detail exuding strength and beauty.
His high, straight nose, deep-set eyes, and tightly pursed lips made him look as if he had stepped out of a painting.
Even their temperaments are exactly the same!
His demeanor was cold and aloof, as if he were born with an aura of supreme authority.
He stood there like an unshakeable mountain, inspiring awe.
Everything around him seemed to have become dim and lifeless; he was the only one at the center of the world.
The only difference is that he is too young, he looks like he is not even twenty years old.
His young face still carried a hint of immaturity, yet it exuded maturity and composure.
His skin was fair and smooth, without any trace of age, as if he were a darling forgotten by time.
The man before me stood tall and straight like a pine tree, as if rooted in the earth, unshaken by any storm.
His eyes were deep and calm, like a bottomless pool, making it impossible for anyone to see through his inner thoughts.
Even when called upon, it merely glanced over indifferently, its gaze devoid of any fluctuation, as calm as a deep, still well, without a single ripple.
Seeing Chen Ziyan's meticulously made-up face, one could only catch a fleeting glimpse of her stunning beauty at first glance, a beauty as fleeting as a shooting star across the night sky.
She immediately reverted to that chilling indifference, as if she were merely a... rather exquisite ornament.
In his eyes, her beauty, which she was so proud of, seemed utterly insignificant, and this feeling of being ignored stirred up a strange anger within Chen Ziyan. "Could it really be him?!"
Chen Ziyan felt her heart suddenly clench, as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
The man in front of her had a personality and temperament that were so similar to the person she both hated and feared in her memory. They were both so arrogant and disdainful of her.
Memories flooded back, and the figure that had haunted her nightmares on countless nights gradually overlapped with the person before her.
"No, impossible, he can't be that young."
Chen Ziyan frowned deeply, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.
She quickly dismissed the absurd idea in her mind, as if grasping at a straw in the darkness.
She remembered very clearly how imposing that person was back then, but that was many years ago.
Time is merciless; no matter how capable he is, he cannot reverse aging and become so young.
I must have misread it, or it's just similar.
Her gaze unconsciously fell on the silver tray in Xiao Chen's hand.
The tray was exquisite and beautiful, shimmering softly under the light. On it were several delicate tea snacks, each with a unique shape and perfectly matched colors, resembling exquisite works of art.
And the way he stopped the waiter from carrying the plate himself—that practiced and natural gesture…
"I see!"
Chen Ziyan narrowed her eyes slightly, a barely perceptible sneer curling at the corner of her lips, and she instantly understood.
She seemed to see right through the man in front of her; he was just a waiter at the Qujiang Club.
She could almost see the man's busy figure every day, shuttling between private rooms, bowing and scraping to serve those powerful and wealthy people, all for that meager salary.
Immediately, an indescribable complex emotion rose in her heart, like a bottle of mixed flavors spilled over, with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty tastes all intertwined.
Mixed in with this was a secret sense of superiority. She felt like a proud swan, while the man in front of her was nothing more than a lowly ugly duckling, completely incomparable to her.
At the same time, there was also a kind of resentment towards that similar face that she herself was unaware of.
She hated the person who resembled the person in front of her, so she unconsciously transferred that hatred to Xiao Chen.
"She's just a waitress at the Qujiang Club!"
She sneered inwardly, a laugh that was cold and contemptuous.
Although she had heard that the waiters here were in contact with top-level dignitaries and had special status, and there were even rumors that they were more glamorous than the owners of small companies outside.
The waiters were all well-dressed and elegant, seemingly exuding an air of privilege.
But in the eyes of the Chen family's daughter, they were ultimately just servants who couldn't be brought to the table!
A group of people who make a living by serving others, no matter how glamorous they appear on the outside, cannot change their humble nature.
"No matter how glamorous you are, can you be more glamorous than me, the eldest daughter of the Chen family who was born to stand on the clouds?"
Chen Ziyan slightly raised her chin, her eyes filled with disdain and pride. (End of Chapter)