NOVPUBChapter 273: 273, Danger, Approaching
Chapter 273: 273, Danger, Approaching
The grand prize was to be drawn personally by Shi Yuhuan.
He was as usual dressed smartly in a suit, but had left two buttons on his shirt undone, revealing a hint of his sexy chest. He looked ravishing and seductive, akin to a noble prince stepping out from an ancient moonlit night.
Ninety percent of the female staff on site were love-struck and fantasizing about him.
The venue fell into silent anticipation. The host’s voice gradually echoed, “Finally, the most exciting moment has arrived. Now, let’s invite our CEO to draw the grand prize. Who will be the lucky one? Is it you, you, or you?”
The host’s hand holding the microphone began to tremble, gesturing excitedly here and there!
The hostess stepped forward, mixed the draw box evenly and then handed it to Shi Yuhuan.
Shi Yuhuan’s hand slowly reached into the box.
There was a hush across the room. Everyone held their breath in anticipation, waiting for the final result.
“Number 7.” Shi Yuhuan brought out the number, gently voicing the digit.
Immediately, groans of disappointment filled the air.
“Damn it, I am number 8, miss by just one number!” Yu Yang bemoaned, beating his chest and stamping his feet in despair.
Suddenly, it dawned on him. He yelled out, “Huanhuan, you’re number 7! Oh my god, you actually won! It’s unbelievable!”
Although they were here to help, they also participated in the company’s event.
With his outburst, all eyes turned to them, and a flurry of envious and bitter glances flew around.
To find that number 7 was Song Qinghuan, even the big boss hadn’t anticipated it. He smiled faintly, arching his eyebrows.
Still in shock from the unexpected prize falling into her lap, Song Qinghuan looked dumbfounded. She had been quietly watching Tao Wenliang, but hadn’t noticed anything unusual about him.
Shi Yuhuan nonchalantly curled his lips, his expression deeply mysterious.
Amid everyone’s anticipation, Song Qinghuan was invited onto the stage. She took the car keys from Shi Yuhuan and looked back at him, her gaze intense, seemingly asking if this was intentional.
Down in the audience, Yu Yang bit at his clothes, teardrops welled up. Enraged, he thought to himself, “The big boss is so unfair! He’s such a miser. The grand prize ended up in his hands again! Stingy, tight-fisted, cold…I despise him…”
After getting the keys, Song Qinghuan was guided by the host to the grand prize plaque for a commemorative photo.
“Damn Huanhuan, I’m protesting later,” Yu Yang snorted, rolling his eyes at the stage above.
Unintentionally, he noticed that the crystal chandelier hanging above Song Qinghuan’s head had slightly shaken. It then dipped sharply, but immediately steadied again.
Yu Yang widened his eyes in fright, wondering if the chandelier might actually fall. No sooner had he thought it, than the chandelier dipped sharply again…
The venue was noisy, drowning out the sound of the chandelier’s shaky movements with blaring music and loud chatter.
Standing below, Song Qinghuan did not immediately notice the anomaly above her head.
“Huanhuan, move away quickly! The chandelier is falling!” Yu Yang exclaimed in terror.
Like a reflex, Song Qinghuan raised her eyes and saw the massive chandelier directly above her, plunging towards her.
Her eyes wide open in fear, her complexion instantly turned ashen. As much as she wanted to run, her feet seemed glued to the floor…
(PS: Announcing the lucky one for today: Dream Sleep! A note: Readers who joined the fan club, please avoid rejoining.)
