After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 12

Chapter 12:  Life–No Fun Without Getting Drunk!

“President Fu, if there’s someone you fancy, I can pick them out and send them to your residence.”

Tonight’s party that Fu Qingyun was attending was hosted by the elite heirs of Wencheng. It was a lavish affair, full of indulgence and extravagance.

Looking at the man speaking to him, Fu Qingyun maintained only the necessary polite demeanor and gave no reply.

Only one person’s body could make her crave again and again—no one else could compare or replace it.

Even though she put on a brave front in front of Shen Dai, Fu Qingyun knew very well about her own weaknesses. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have tried to make Qiao Sijin stay.

It was honestly pathetic.

Fu Qingyun silently despised herself for it.

“No need, Mr. Zhang.”

“Excuse me, I’ll just go out for some air.”

Perhaps the overwhelming smell of alcohol was getting to her. Fu Qingyun checked her watch—it was already 8 PM.

“President Fu, do you want me to accompany you?” asked Assistant Zhou, slightly worried.

Fu Qingyun shook her head. “No need. I’ll be back soon. Stay here, and if anything happens, contact me immediately.”

With that, she left the private room of the club. The corridor was lit with warm golden lights, extravagantly decorated. Fu Qingyun stood just outside the door, gazing out through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows.

Below the club, the neon-lit streets bustled with traffic and pedestrians, but the area directly in front of the club remained relatively quiet.

Expensive flowers and trees were planted along the walkway—it was peaceful.

She stood there for about three minutes, feeling the alcohol wear off slightly, and just as she turned to head back in, she heard the click-clack of high heels coming from the other end of the corridor.

The sound echoed pleasantly against the marble floor.

Fu Qingyun froze in place, frowning. The sound seemed oddly familiar, like she had heard it before.

Then came the sight of a flowing white dress, adorned with glimmering crystals, elegant and radiant.

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Life—No Fun Without Getting Drunk!

Qiao Sijin had also gotten a bit tipsy earlier, since everyone at the magazine gathering were old acquaintances she’d worked with many times.

She had let her guard down, thinking it was safe company. She was only out now looking for the bathroom, glancing at her phone, where the group chat with her two closest friends was still blowing up with messages.

The alcohol had her vision blurry. The words were swimming together. She rubbed her eyes—still couldn’t read them.

So she simply pressed the voice message button with her thumb and slurred into it:

“What business does the emperor have now?”

She had muted her phone during dinner and hadn’t checked it until just now. She couldn’t possibly forget her sworn sisters—that would be heartless.

She wasn’t going to be like Fu Qingyun, a heartless jerk.

Just as she sent the message, the door behind her opened again and a clear male voice spoke up.

“Miss Qiao, hello… I… could I add your personal contact info?”

Up to now, Qiao Sijin had always used her work number for magazine interactions. That account was managed by her assistant and agent and was strictly for business.

He wanted to add her private account—maybe then they could have more personal conversations and perhaps become more than just professional contacts.

Hearing someone call her, Qiao Sijin instinctively turned around, but her body, unsteady from the alcohol, swayed.

Her phone slipped from her hand with a crack, the screen shattering on the floor.

“She’s not available,” came a voice before Qiao Sijin could react.

Fu Qingyun had bent down faster than her, picking up the broken phone. A fracture ran across the screen, and she seemed to see her own reflection in the shards.

The man was confused about what was happening, but it was clear the person before him was wealthy and refined.

He vaguely recognized that face—those striking features.

“Lies! Who says I’m not available?”

Even drunk as a skunk, Qiao Sijin could recognize that voice instantly. Fu Qingyun was haunting her like a ghost again.

Why was she meddling in her private life?

“…How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my life before you’ll actually listen?”

She had worked so hard to get to this point.

Why was Fu Qingyun back in her life again?

Even as Qiao Sijin cursed at her like an angry kitten, Fu Qingyun simply brushed the glass shards off the phone with her sleeve and handed it back gently.

“This young lady—Miss Qiao already said she doesn’t want to be involved with you anymore. Please leave.”

The man thought he was witnessing a classic hero-rescues-damsel scenario. He stepped between them with a righteous stance, puffing up his chest.

But Qiao Sijin behind him looked utterly annoyed.

All she wanted was to find a bathroom, for crying out loud. Did no one understand basic human needs?

“Leave? Sir, I’m reuniting with an old friend. You’re the one being suspicious,” Fu Qingyun said coldly, with a hint of mockery.

Her expression, under the golden lighting, sent a chill down the man’s spine. He swallowed hard, looking away nervously.

Something about this woman was terrifying.

Was she an escapee from a mental institution?

“Fu Qingyun, that’s enough.”

“Why are you tailing me like this? Didn’t I already make myself clear the day I left?”

Those three words—“Fu Qingyun”—landed like a thunderclap in the man’s ears. He looked up in disbelief.

Fu… Fu Qingyun… Could it really be that Fu Qingyun?

“Pardon me! I just remembered I left the gas on at home. I must go!”

Sometimes the best plan is to run. This place was getting dangerous fast.

He had heard of Qiao Sijin and Fu Qingyun’s drama—who hadn’t? Their recent breakup had been the talk of the town.

He had devoured gossip about them like candy, but now he was face-to-face with the real deal.

“Hey—!”

He was gone.

He had left her alone to face Fu Qingyun, the “demon” herself. How rude!

Fu Qingyun, having promised not to cross any lines, simply smiled faintly at the flustered Qiao Sijin.