苏眉今天穿了一条新买的裙子，是那种藕粉色的雪纺纱，上面还撒着细碎的珍珠，挺显肉的。她打算晚上下班早点回去，给秦墨川一个惊喜。这家伙忙得跟狗一样，天天除了公司就是公司，她都快忘了自己是谁了。

她踩着七厘米的高跟鞋，妖娆地转了几个圈，имым inside the luxurious lounge of the high-end Italian restaurant, feeling like she was heading for a date with herself. The music was soft and mellow, and the decor was romantic, with dim lighting and red curtains. She had taken a table by the window, looking out at the twinkling city lights.

Just as she was about to settle down, a cold and stern voice came from behind her: "Are you Mr. Qin's girlfriend?"

Su Mei froze. She turned around and saw a man standing there, looking like a young success. He was tall and straight, wearing a dark suit, and his expression was cold as ice. His handsome face was like a movie star, but his eyes were cold and sharp, making people feel constrained.

"I'm not," Su Mei replied, trying to make her voice as calm as possible. "I just came here for dinner."

The man glanced at her, his gaze lingering for a second before disappearing. "Then you can leave." He said, his voice cold and with no warmth.