Secretly Married to the Ice-Cold CEO

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Fooling Around with Other Men

Tony was very satisfied, "Now, let’s go do your styling." Once the styling was done and she changed into her outfit, it would be perfect.

An Junxi obediently sat in the chair. While Tony did her hair, she asked Yin Feibai out of boredom, "Where’s my phone?"

Yin Feibai said irritably, "Confiscated. The first rule at the banquet is no phone usage. It’s etiquette." He absolutely couldn’t give her the phone now; who knew how many times Gu Yikun had called her.

An Junxi muttered, "I just want to see if anyone is looking for me." She also needed to see if any clients left messages!

"No one has time to look for you. I said it’s confiscated. Once the banquet is over, I’ll naturally give it to you."

An Junxi didn’t want to argue with Yin Feibai over this issue. Seeing that it was already eight-thirty, she thought she could endure him for another three hours.

So she stopped asking and quietly waited for Tony to do her makeup.

Forty minutes later, An Junxi was finally styled. Tony said her temperament suited light makeup, making her elegance shine, sure to catch many eyes at the evening banquet.

She wasn’t very knowledgeable about makeup but was quite satisfied with her look. Life had been rough before, and she had never dressed up so finely.

After changing into the chosen evening gown, An Junxi lifted her skirt and slowly descended the spiral staircase. Yin Feibai was a bit stunned at first sight; this woman usually looked somewhat rough, but dressed up, she was surprisingly stunning.

An Junxi saw from Yin Feibai’s eyes that her look wasn’t bad, "Young Master Yin, can I be taken out like this?"

"Barely," he replied.

"..."

Tony quickly said all the nice words and sent them out the door, fearing they might start arguing again and make the scene uncontrollable!

The driver from Senye drove another car to pick them up, and they headed straight to the Queen’s Restaurant.

The banquet was on the sixty-eighth floor, which had a large open-air terrace with a panoramic view of Yan City’s nightscape.

Once inside, many business people came up to greet Yin Feibai, who handled them with ease. An Junxi held Yin Feibai’s arm, chest out and stomach in, smiling, dutifully playing the part of a qualified trophy girlfriend.

Seeing such an elegant and beautiful lady beside Young Master Yin, the business tycoons couldn’t help but be curious about An Junxi’s identity. Jokingly, they asked Yin Feibai, "Young Master Yin’s companion is very beautiful, may we know her name?"

Yin Feibai didn’t shy away and directly said, "She’s my girlfriend."

An Junxi’s smile stiffened.

Damn it, he said companion, not girlfriend! How much attention would Young Master Yin’s girlfriend attract? How could she date anyone in the future!

This was ruining her reputation!

Reluctantly keeping calm, An Junxi continued to smile and shook hands with everyone, exchanging pleasantries. Her attitude was poised and generous, rivaling that of ladies from prestigious families.

Hearing that An Junxi was Young Master Yin’s girlfriend, the women’s gazes turned jealous, and even the few men who had slightly impolite gazes scrutinizing her figure now turned into gentlemen, "So this is Young Master Yin’s girlfriend; she certainly isn’t your ordinary beauty. Young Master Yin has good taste."

An Junxi felt disgusted eight times over. These people were so hypocritical. If she wasn’t with Yin Feibai, and if Yin Feibai didn’t have such status, wouldn’t she have been devoured clean?

She subtly checked the time, eager to leave.

What a foolish idea to come here with Yin Feibai today.

Yin Feibai took her on a round, but An Junxi couldn’t endure any longer. She was wearing ten-centimeter high heels – was he deliberately trying to make her suffer?

A waiter passed by with cocktails. An Junxi took a glass and, waving it gently, asked Yin Feibai very "sweetly," "Can I sit out on the terrace and wait for you, Young Master Yin?"

Yin Feibai usually didn’t need to mingle with so many people; he was used to others coming to him. Tonight, indeed, he wanted to make things difficult for An Junxi by taking her around half the banquet. Hearing her now, he knew this woman was furious. If he continued to drag her along, would she smash the glass on his head?

Yin Feibai was quite sure of this; An Junxi would actually do that.

Not daring to trouble her further, he said considerately, "Of course, go out and enjoy the breeze." After finishing, he scanned the hall. Where was Gu Yikun?

Could he have fainted from anger?

An Junxi put down her wine glass, grateful for his sense.

She turned and walked to the terrace. There were quite a few people outside too, but the wind was blowing gently, and the view was vast, making her feel much better than in the hall.

Sitting on a high stool by the glass railing, she enjoyed Yan City’s night view. From here, she could see the Gu Building and couldn’t help but wonder if Gu Yikun was working overtime since he didn’t come tonight.

When she went out for a photo shoot, she’d told Gu Yikun she wouldn’t be home for dinner tonight. He didn’t say anything, so it should be okay, right?

As she was lost in thought, a hand suddenly grabbed her bare shoulder, startling her. She turned around to meet a pair of angry eyes.

Her heartbeat went erratic. Startled by Gu Yikun’s inexplicable anger, she stammered, "Mr. Gu, why are you here?" What was he angry about?

Gu Yikun sneered coldly, "You certainly didn’t expect to see me."

An Junxi didn’t understand, "What do you mean?"

Gu Yikun glanced around; many people were watching them. He told himself to stay calm.

He placed one hand on An Junxi’s slender waist, the other on her shoulder, and with a slight force, pulled her off the high stool.

Wearing high heels, she couldn’t withstand such a move. Just as she thought she would fall, Gu Yikun tightly held her waist. Her upper body pressed against his chest, half her weight leaning on his tall frame.

Surrounded by Gu Yikun’s familiar scent, An Junxi felt a bit dizzy.

Ignoring the shocked gazes of others, Gu Yikun half carried her across the terrace and into a hallway. After rounding a corner, they reached another, more deserted corridor. He trapped her between the wall and his chest, and through gritted teeth, demanded, "Where have you been tonight?"

An Junxi, still a bit dazed, blankly replied, "I went for a photo shoot today. I told you." Afraid of his anger, she added, "I’m off tonight; it’s my rest day."

Gu Yikun asked ominously, "So, you went to fool around with another man and didn’t even answer my calls?"

An Junxi was utterly dumbfounded. She couldn’t accept such an accusation!

Pushing against his chest to keep him at bay, she felt extremely threatened by his current demeanor, "I don’t understand what you’re saying!"