290: Chapter 290: The Sorrow of Huo Qiuran 290: Chapter 290: The Sorrow of Huo Qiuran Unable to obtain any clues, Ning Fan was extremely disappointed, but he didn’t show it in front of old Huo.
Outside the private room, old Huo’s assistant anxiously waited; it had been over three hours, and old Huo still hadn’t come out.
It seemed that tonight was truly going to be a disappointment.
Half an hour ago, the person who invited them sent someone to inquire, and the assistant could only hurriedly smile and apologize to them.
“Who exactly is inside?” The assistant sighed as he looked at the private room door.
Tonight, because of the person inside the room, old Huo decisively broke their appointment.
Although the other party didn’t say much, it was certain there would be a need for an apology later.
The assistant was very curious about the identity of the person inside the room; he seldom saw old Huo so excited.
As the assistant was speculating about the situation inside the room, the private room door opened at that moment, revealing a tall figure before the assistant.
Feeling the aura of the person, the assistant subconsciously widened his eyes.
Ning Fan smiled slightly at the assistant.
“Old Huo is drunk; I’m sorry for the trouble.”
His voice was very calm, but it seemed to have an irresistible force.
“Yes, yes, yes!” The assistant quickly responded, respectfully making way for Ning Fan.
Watching Ning Fan’s retreating figure, the assistant was still somewhat dazed.
Who was this person that made old Huo respect him so much?
After leaving the hotel, Ning Fan lit a cigarette; his figure at that moment seemed somewhat oppressive.
His eyes were red, and under the stimulation of alcohol, he finally couldn’t remain calm and couldn’t help but yell at the pitch-black sky.
“Haah…”
Still without any clues, he had seen the only glimmer of hope with old Huo’s appearance, but the result was so cruel.
Pressing his forehead, Ning Fan’s expression was pained; his eyes were somewhat chaotic, and he walked aimlessly along the street…
……
“Huo jie, let me help you!”
Meanwhile, on the other side of Zhonghai City, at the entrance of a high-end club, the usually commanding, glamorous, proudly confident Queen of Zhonghai emerged in a drunken state.
Xiao Jianming looked at Huo Qiuran with heartache and quickly walked up, wanting to support the unsteady Huo Qiuran.
“You don’t need to help me, I can walk by myself!”
Impatience flashed across Huo Qiuran’s glamorous face.
Under the influence of alcohol, the things that pained her most relentlessly replayed in her mind.
Today was not the first time Huo Qiuran had come here to drink her sorrows away.
Xiao Jianming saw Huo Qiuran’s mood become more and more downcast each day, but he was powerless to help.
He hated the person who had made Huo Qiuran like this, but he hated his own helplessness even more.
Watching Huo Qiuran’s decline, Xiao Jianming’s heart bled.
“Why won’t he recognize me?
Am I truly so unforgivable?”
Huo Qiuran laughed bitterly, her stunning face now deathly pale.
Ning Fan was back, and Huo Qiuran was overjoyed.
But he persisted in not acknowledging her and was adamant about distancing himself from her, plunging Huo Qiuran into the abyss.
As if she had lost the pursuit of her life, the Queen of Zhonghai, always so dominant, glamorous, and confident, now lay in ruin.
Almost every night, Huo Qiuran came here to numb herself with alcohol, but it only caused her more pain.
“I really miss you so much…” Huo Qiuran stared ahead, her beautiful eyes veiled in mist, as though she could see Ning Fan right in front of her.
Every day that Ning Fan was gone, Huo Qiuran thought about him, with so many words she wanted to tell him.
But when Ning Fan returned, she found herself unable to speak, his cold indifference making it impossible for her to face him.
Having stayed by Huo Qiuran’s side, Xiao Jianming understood this all too well, noticing how she seemed to have become a different person since Ning Fan’s return.
Xiao Jianming watched Huo Qiuran anxiously, seeing the once-perfect Queen now in a state of disarray, and could no longer suppress the fury in his heart.
“Huo Qiuran, you can’t go on like this!”
Xiao Jianming stepped in front of Huo Qiuran, who lifted her head to look at him without expression, coldly regarding Xiao Jianming.
“Is it really worth it to hurt yourself like this for a cold-hearted man?”
Xiao Jianming wasn’t just asking Huo Qiuran; he was also asking himself.
What right did Ning Fan have to leave Huo Qiuran so haggard?
Huo Qiuran’s presence suddenly became fierce, her gaze not at all blurred by alcohol as she coldly stared at Xiao Jianming, her voice ice-cold, “Xiao Jianming, I warn you, you’re not qualified to speak about him!”
Huo Qiuran’s icy voice struck Xiao Jianming like a bolt from the blue.
Xiao Jianming’s face turned pale as he said unwillingly, “Huo Qiuran, if he really loves you, wouldn’t his heart ache seeing you so sad?
He’s a man who doesn’t care about you, why must you…”
Slap!
Huo Qiuran’s hand flew out, striking with eyes red and filled with murderous intent.
Xiao Jianming was stunned into silence; the pain on his face was a reminder that in Huo Qiuran’s heart, there was only one man that mattered.
Whether Ning Fan’s heart would ache seeing Huo Qiuran in this state, Xiao Jianming didn’t know.
But his own heart felt as though it was being sliced with knives.
Xiao Jianming couldn’t bear to watch Huo Qiuran continue to languish, but his words had touched a nerve, and in return, she had struck him hard.
Huo Qiuran’s beautiful face was like frost, void of any emotion as she coldly warned him, enunciating each word, “The man in Huo Qiuran’s heart cannot be replaced by anyone!”
Her voice was resolute and unquestionable, piercing through Xiao Jianming’s heart like a sharp spear.
“I’m warning you for the last time, if you dare to disparage him again, don’t blame me for turning on you!”
No matter how Ning Fan treated her, Huo Qiuran wouldn’t allow anyone to speak ill of him, no one at all!
In that moment, Xiao Jianming’s heart was torn apart, the burning pain on his face only adding to his feeling of being a laughingstock; he wished he could just disappear.
He had been by Huo Qiuran’s side not for fame or wealth or even fear of her attitude, but simply to protect her wholeheartedly.
Xiao Jianming flushed with embarrassment.
Not good with words, he found the thoughts within him stifled, and at that moment he didn’t say anything more, just pulled out his phone and urged the driver to hurry.
The desolate night wind blew past, and Xiao Jianming standing beside Huo Qiuran appeared somewhat bleak, his expression heartbreakingly pitiful.
Huo Qiuran slipped back into a state of despondency, murmuring someone’s name under her breath.
Minutes later, Huo Qiuran’s car arrived, and only then did Xiao Jianming speak again to remind her, “Huo Qiuran, the car is here.
Go back and rest early.”
Xiao Jianming attempted to support Huo Qiuran, but she didn’t even glance at him as she opened the car door and seated herself in the back.