Chapter 111: What kind of clothes comes with special effects?

Zhou Huai raised an eyebrow.

He looked at the newcomer.

The opponent's identity flashed in his mind.

Zhou Qi.

The son of the eldest uncle's family.

In terms of seniority, he was his cousin.

"Anything?" Zhou Huai's tone lacked any warmth.

Zhou Qi grinned, flashing what he thought was a friendly smile.

"Cousin, don't be so cold."

He swirled his wine glass, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Huai.

"It's rare for you to be willing to go out, and yet you actually came to attend Ye Xi's birthday banquet."

"You guy, could it be that you still haven't forgotten about Ye Xi?"

Zhou Huai didn't look at him, picking up the red wine on the table and bringing it to his lips.

The cool liquid slid down his throat.

Only after setting down the glass did he spit out three words.

"None of your damn business."

The smile on Zhou Qi's face stiffened for a moment.

He was somewhat surprised.

"I didn't expect that after moving out of the Zhou Family, you'd start talking so tough."

"I'm just kindly reminding you, your relationship with Ye Xi has indeed been good since childhood."

He leaned down, lowering his voice with a condescending pity.

"But looking at you now, you aren't worthy of her, so you'd better give up on this idea early."

Zhou Huai smiled.

He finally raised his eyes, looking directly at the cousin in front of him.

"I think you really like sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

"How things are between Ye Xi and me, is it your place to judge?"

"A mere clown like you, and you dare try to seek attention in front of me?"

Zhou Huai's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"Before I lose my temper, get lost."

Zhou Qi was stunned by these few words of scolding.

How could the cowardly, gloomy cousin in his memory dare to talk to him in this tone?

After snapping back to reality, a sense of humiliation surged into his heart, and his face turned beet red.

"Zhou Huai! I am your cousin after all! How dare you talk to me like this!"

"I…"

The rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

An icy chill, without warning, rushed straight from the soles of his feet to his crown.

A huge sense of crisis, like a net, tightly enveloped him.

His line of sight uncontrollably moved downwards.

A pitch-black, metallic-shining sharp claw poked out from the shadow beneath his feet at some unknown time.

Five sharp knuckles were gently resting on his neck.

That cold touch made all the hair on his body stand on end.

"Th-This… What is this thing?"

Frightened into Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, Zhou Qi's voice changed pitch.

Opposite him, Zhou Huai on the wheelchair quietly sipped the red wine, his gaze indifferent.

"So… are you really going to keep talking?"

How could Zhou Qi dare to say another half a word.

Fear crawled all over his heart, and he could even hear the sound of his own teeth chattering.

"Scram."

Zhou Huai's voice dropped.

That shadow sharp claw resting on his neck silently retracted back into the shadow, as if it had never appeared.

Zhou Qi felt as if granted a great amnesty, his body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Not daring to look at Zhou Huai another glance, he scrambled and crawled into the crowd, fleeing in a panic.

This scene was seen by a few people not far away.

Their faces were full of suspicion.

"What's going on with Zhou Qi?"

"Why did he run away in such a panic as if he saw a ghost?"

"I don't know… He seems to suddenly be very afraid of that Zhou Huai."

"Are you kidding? A good-for-nothing cripple, what is there to be afraid of?"

Just at this moment, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed.

A spotlight hit the spiral staircase on the second floor.

Melodious music sounded.

As the absolute protagonist of tonight, Ye Xi slowly walked down.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted the gaze of the entire audience.

The young lady was dressed in a moon-white evening gown, simple in style yet elegant.

The dress was dotted with tiny silver threads, flowing with starlight-like brilliance along with her steps.

She wore no makeup, yet her skin surpassed snow, and her bright eyes darted brilliantly, as if she had crushed all the stars in the sky into the depths of her eyes.

Noble, lively, so beautiful that people dared not look directly at her.

"Good heavens, Young Miss Ye Xi is way too pretty today."

"Yeah, she's simply like a fairy walking out of a painting."

"Whoever can marry her, truly has the accumulated blessings of past lives."

Expressions of admiration rose and fell one after another.

Ye Xi's gaze wandered around the crowd for a circle, and quickly fell on that quiet figure in the corner.

On her face, a bright smile bloomed instantly.

Lifting her skirt and exchanging brief polite words with the surrounding guests, she like a fluttering butterfly crossed through the crowd, heading straight towards Zhou Huai.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of quite a few wealthy Young Masters turned sour.

"What the hell, why did Young Miss Ye Xi go directly to find that good-for-nothing?"

"Exactly, what's so good about that Zhou Huai? He's already become a cripple, yet Young Miss Ye Xi is actually still so close to him."

"Sigh, childhood sweetheart feelings, how could they be so easily broken."

Ye Xi didn't care about other people's discussions.

She ran in front of Zhou Huai, pinching her skirt and spinning around playfully.

The hem of the evening gown traced out a graceful arc.

"Brother Zhou Huai, am I pretty today?"

Her voice was crisp, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, carrying a trace of a little girl's spoiled cuteness and anticipation.

Zhou Huai looked at her, his eyes full of smiles.

"When were you not pretty?"

He paused, turning the topic.

"However, I can make you even prettier today."

Ye Xi lightly let out an "Oh," her eyes flashing with a curious light.

"How does Brother Zhou Huai plan to make me even prettier?"

Zhou Huai didn't speak, just tilted his head towards Xiang Yu behind him.

Xiang Yu quickly took out a long, exquisitely packaged gift box from the portable storage space he carried.

This scene once again attracted the attention of the surrounding guests.

They were all very curious, what kind of gift this good-for-nothing driven out of the family could present to the Ye family's young lady.

Looking at the shape of that box, most likely it was a piece of clothing.

Some people's faces showed disdainful smiles.

Ye Xi, as the eldest Young Miss of the Ye Family, lacked nothing least of all various name-brand clothes.

The evening gown she was wearing now was already a masterpiece by a top designer, setting off her beauty to the ultimate degree.

They didn't believe that Zhou Huai could still take out anything more stunning.

Xiang Yu handed the gift box in front of Ye Xi.

Zhou Huai's voice also sounded at this moment, gentle and solemn.

"Happy birthday, my little princess."

Ye Xi's little face instantly dyed a trace of rosy clouds.

She took the gift box and impatiently opened the lid.

The moment the box lid was lifted.

Hum——!

A cluster of dazzling, holy brilliance gushed out from the gift box, instantly illuminating the entire corner of the banquet hall.

That light was soft and not dazzling, carrying a sacred and noble aura.

Everyone enveloped by the light felt their spirits refreshed, as if their Soul had been purified.

"Holy crap!"

A nearby Young Master subconsciously blurted out a curse.

"Th-This… What kind of clothes is this? It actually comes with its own Holy Light special effects?!"