Everyone in the private room gasped.
The young master of the Stephens family and Miss Ginger were fighting, naturally no one dared to step forward to intervene.
Daisy Ginger was ruthless, using quite a bit of strength, but a woman's strength was ultimately no match for a man's. Edward Stephens didn't expect Daisy to do such a thing and was stunned for a few seconds before reaching out with some disgust to fling Daisy aside.
Daisy stumbled back several steps before barely managing to stand firm, tightly pressing her lips together as she looked at the familiar face in front of her.
Pills scattered all over the ground.
The man sat on the sofa, frowning deeply, wiping his lips vigorously as if the area she touched was contaminated with some plague.
He used to blush at just holding her hand, so what's with the act now?
Edward lifted his head to look at the woman standing not far away. Her hair was a bit messy, and in the light, her disheveled strands covered her brows and eyes. She stood there, looking up at him expressionlessly.
Perhaps it was the light being too bright, but there seemed to be a faint glisten in her eyes.
Feeling wronged?
The next second, he saw Daisy brush away the stray hair in front of her face, revealing that stunningly captivating face, and without any emotion, she cursed at him.
"Idiot."
Edward: "..."
He let out a light snort, feeling sorry for such a shameless woman like Daisy. He really must have had his brain bitten by a donkey.
The mood for drinking was completely spoiled by Daisy. Edward slowly stood up from the sofa, intending to leave.
Sitting on the sofa, it wasn't obvious, but once he stood up, Daisy realized he was much taller than she had imagined.
That's right, eight years had passed, and the frail youth had grown into a tall man.
She raised her eyes, looking at the man's increasingly dazzling and captivating face, the once little boy who only knew how to follow behind her, weakly calling her "Jiu Jiu," was now handsome enough to make every woman in the world swoon.
He had grown so outstanding that even Emily Ginger, who once looked down on him, was now clinging onto him unwilling to let go.
Edward Stephens, you told me to wait for you, and I waited.
But where are you?
...
A group of people gradually walked toward the outside of the private room.
Daisy stood still.
Edward reached the doorway and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket.
He lit the cigarette, his steps slowed, and with his back to her, he said.
"Daisy, don't go crazy on me. You don't have the right for me to serve you."
After saying the last sentence, Edward left the private room. After walking a few steps, an unopened bottle of champagne was thrown out from inside, hitting the carpet he had just walked over.
"Bang!"
The liquid splashed everywhere.
Everyone froze for a moment, and one bold person couldn't help but rub their chin, making a pointed remark, "This Miss Ginger... is really fiery."
Edward held a cigarette in his mouth, glancing at him askew. The other person couldn't quite figure out his intention and was just about to say a few flattering words when Edward let out a light snort and left without looking back.
*
In the private room, Daisy closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Everything around her went quiet, whether it was the waitstaff or security, no one dared to come in and disturb her.
Miss Ginger of Banyan City was famously beautiful and also famously... bad-tempered.
Even if she smashed up the entire private room, no one would dare say a word, let alone just smashing a bottle of wine.
...
Daisy trembled, exhaling the breath she had just inhaled, then as if choked, she coughed lightly a couple of times, crouched down by the armrest of the sofa, and started picking up the pills from the floor one by one, placing them back into the pill bottle.
Under the light, her face was somewhat pale, and all the fierce gestures had vanished without a trace, leaving only a bit of shallow grievance that she had suffered from Edward.
She sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke it, just sat there in a daze for a moment, then as if she had thought of something, took out her phone and made a call to Lady Stephens.
Lady Stephens' voice was as gentle and sweet as ever, "Jiu Jiu, what's the matter?"
"Auntie." Daisy's voice was a bit hoarse, she lightly coughed a few times, and in a voice devoid of emotion, she said to Lady Stephens, "Edward didn't take his medicine tonight. When he gets back, remind him to take it."
"Oh, oh..." Lady Stephens responded softly, "Got it. Jiu Jiu, what's wrong with your voice?" She cautiously asked, "Did you have a fight with Edward again?"
"No." Daisy chuckled lightly, tossing the cigarette butt into the trash, "Just smoked too much."
Lady Stephens couldn't help but say, "Jiu Jiu, it's better for girls not to smoke, you need to take care of yourself."
Daisy chuckled lightly again, "Got it. Auntie, I'm heading back."
Eight years, if not for cigarettes, how would she have gotten through these nearly three thousand long days and nights?
Two thousand and twenty days, the persistent boy who held onto her hand telling her to wait for him finally returned.
She thought she could finally quit smoking, but unexpectedly, his return only made her sink deeper into addiction.
*