CHAPTER 162: CHAPTER 162: DRIVING THE SCUM TO ANGINA!

Just when Qin Wenrou was confused about what she had done wrong.

Bai Chi awkwardly gave her sleeve a gentle tug: "Um, Qin, the number on the screen... it’s not ours."

Not hers?

It clearly was 88.

Qin Wenrou looked up, her breath suddenly caught.

The big colorful globe on the screen showed the number: 03

When it was spinning, it looked a bit like 88, but when it stopped, it was 03.

Who is 03?

The seat number in the front rows, even ahead of actress Shen Bixue’s 09 and actor Emperor Huo’s 10, who could it be?

Qin Wenrou looked forward.

And she saw, wearing a white shirt, covering her mouth, her big eyes filled with joyful and excited tears... Song Anjing!

Song Anjing, sitting beside Qin Xin, had one of the best seats in the house!

Number 01 was Xiangxiang, 02 was Qin Xin!

Qin Wenrou staggered, her heart felt like it was hit hard.

Her seat number 88, not the lucky number favored by the goddess of fortune, but a ruthless slap that came loud and clear!

What made it even more unbearable was, this slap wasn’t from actress Shen Bixue, but from Song Anjing.

What is it like to have something you desire most snatched away by someone inferior to you, whom you look down upon?

It’s exactly how Qin Wenrou feels now, with her heart wrenching in pain!

She watched helplessly as Song Anjing passionately embraced the ugly duckling, and then the ugly duckling patted Song Anjing’s hair before seeing Song Anjing hopping onto the stage to receive the dress.

Actress Shen Bixue, accepting her loss with grace, had already handed over the dress to Song Anjing in the dressing room!

Song Anjing put on that dress, and dammit, it fit perfectly and was well-tailored!

Watching this scene, she felt her eyes burn with envy.

Bai Chi, noticing her discomfort, felt a little guilty.

Alas, the first time he helped his little sister-in-law with something, it turned into a mess.

He touched his nose: "Qin, don’t worry, there’s still Emperor Huo’s tailcoat raffle later, we might win that one. Don’t you have a brother? You can give it to your brother then."

Qin Wenrou, surprised, glanced at Bai Chi.

Could this mean that Mr. Bai really has feelings for her, investigating her information so enthusiastically and thoroughly behind the scenes?

Her heart skipped a beat.

A bit hesitant about choosing between Mr. Bai and Lan Yingjun.

Forget it, if it’s tough to choose, just engage with both.

She managed a shy smile: "Sir, don’t laugh, my brother is still young..."

But if they truly win the luck of the draw, she could do Lan Yingjun a favor, and Brother Jun would cherish her more.

In an instant, Qin Wenrou ignited with new hope.

With the host’s announcement, a new round of the raffle began.

The colorful globe on the screen bearing everyone’s dreams started spinning again.

"Four... three... two... one!"

The countdown ended, and the number popped out!

Qin Wenrou first saw the leading number "8", her heart once again erratically pounding.

88! 88!

Could it be that luck is indeed with her?

However.

When the number calmly settled down.

The big screen clearly displayed: 89!

Qin Wenrou held her breath for a moment.

Damn it, why is it always just one number off?

However, she quickly realized, could it be Mr. Bai’s?

In desperation, and forgetting her usual lady-like demeanor, she hurried to check Bai Chi’s seat number: "Mr. Bai, you’re 89, right?"

Their seats were adjacent; she was 88, so Bai Chi must be 89.