There wasn't a hint of romance or selfish intent, just a courteous gesture expressing his welcome and goodwill.
But even though Qu Qingwei knew this kiss was purely polite, when his slightly cool lips brushed the back of her hand for just an instant, her heart couldn't help but tremble faintly.
Qiao Xi lifted his head, and Qu Qingwei hurriedly averted her gaze to conceal her fluster, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her naïve emotions.
Soon, a waiter approached, whispered a few words into Qiao Xi's ear, and after nodding, Qiao Xi turned to Qu Qingwei and said, "Xiaowei, I'll excuse myself for a moment."
Then, he followed the waiter and left.
"Xiaowei, what's wrong? Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?" Xia Weiyi returned with two glasses of champagne and found Qu Qingwei staring blankly in a daze.
