Chapter 6: Thick and Heavy Feces

  "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening," the host said, holding a microphone on stage, also interrupting Left Chen An's thoughts. "Please allow me to extend my warmest welcome to all of you who have arrived at the 2014 Charity Gala..." The host continued speaking.

  Hanaki's face showed reluctance, but he still took his cocktail and walked towards his parents.

  "How come you've been gone for so long?" Huā Mǔ asked in a low voice as soon as she saw her daughter approaching.

  "My tummy doesn't feel too good, Mom." Hanaki Haruka said with a pained expression, clutching her stomach.

  "Now, to all the distinguished guests, please enjoy the welcome music..." As soon as the host finished speaking, the orchestra behind him began to play the welcome music, and everyone applauded with pleasure.

  The host bowed 90 degrees and walked off the stage amidst applause.

  "Come on, Muqing!" Huamu took the cocktail from Huamu's hand and pushed her waist, encouraging her to go dance in the ballroom.

  The father looked at the mother with a disapproving face, just about to say something when he was shut down by the mother's sharp gaze. He could only helplessly look at his beloved daughter.

  Handing the cocktail to her husband, Hua Mu began pushing Hua Muzhen's body with both hands. "Old mom..." Hua Muzhen was thus step by step forced closer and closer to the dance floor, finally having no choice but to enter it.

  The lights came on, and the people in the venue all took their dance partners to the center of the dance floor. Elegant music filled the air. As everyone indulged in joy, the light turned into a soft yellow beam, surrounding a young couple at the very center of the dance floor.

  Hanaki Haru was spinning around in place, looking around restlessly, trying to find a good dance partner. Just as she felt hopeless, a clear voice sounded from behind her, and Hanaki turned around to see a pair of thick, sturdy palms extended in front of her. "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

  It was the gentleman who had just 'grabbed' a cocktail with her, Hanaki Haruka shook off her embarrassment and smiled sweetly, then put her right hand on his left hand. His palm was very warm, it felt happy and secure when held.

  Huā Mù Qíng's hand landed on his shoulder, Zuǒ Chén ān's hand also wrapped around her waist, and they started swaying.

  The man wore a black suit, with a white shirt and a black tie that added a touch of elegance and nobility to his tall figure. The woman wore an off-white strapless evening gown, her skin as white as snow, the dress accentuating her perfect curves in a mesmerizing way.

  Everyone's gaze followed their dance, their steps were bold and unrestrained. The man's face, like a god, wore an enigmatic smile that left other girls with endless fantasies. With a slight turn of her body, the woman naturally fell into the man's arms. He raised his hand again, and she spun around twice before being pulled back into his arms. Her left foot was raised high, one hand held by the man, as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes, a moment that seemed to last an eternity.

  A distant hand in hand, two people gazing at each other, suddenly Huamu Qing's body trembled slightly, she could feel her stomach acting up again, but because of the presence of others, she was too embarrassed to say anything, and now it was time to dance.

  Zuo Chen'an exerted a bit of strength, and Huamu Qing returned to his embrace once again. He spun around and placed his hand on the man's shoulder, but the focus and atmosphere were no longer there.

  Huā Mù Qíng awkwardly smiled and quickly dodged Zuò Chén ān's scorching gaze, the two of them shifting their bodies. At this moment, Huā Mù Qíng furrowed her brow, feeling that her stomach was getting... With a careless move, she stepped on the other person's foot. "Sorry!" Huā Mù Qíng hastily apologized, deeply regretful.

  Zuo Chen'an took a glance at his own feet and then looked up at the woman in front of him, flashing a faint smile. "It's alright."

  After listening to the man's words, Huā Mù Qíng adjusted her mood and put her hand back on his shoulder. She gritted her teeth and tried her best to hold in the urge to vomit that was rising up from her stomach. She took a glance around and saw that there were still many people dancing in the center of the ballroom, so she had no choice but to endure it for the time being.

  Huā Mù Qíng gradually felt powerless, biting her lips, with a painful expression.

  Zuo Chen'an was stepped on, although he didn't feel much pain, his footsteps became more cautious. He noticed the expression of the woman in front of him, struggling and painful, but he also didn't know why she would be like that.

  Once again, Huamu Qing's high heels stepped on Zuochen An's foot, "Sorry, sorry."

  Zuo Chen'an didn't say anything this time, he just carefully grasped Jia Ren's hand, afraid that a slight carelessness would make her unhappy.

  At this time, Hanaki couldn't bear it anymore and pushed away Tatsuya's body. With her fists clenched, she said "Excuse me... I'll take my leave." She lifted the hem of her skirt and was about to run towards the door when her right hand was suddenly grasped by the man.

  Zuo Chen'an's face was filled with worry, and he asked with concern, "Wait, are you... okay?"

  "I'm fine." She hastily shook off the man's hand and ran towards the door again, leaving behind only Left Chen An's call, "Miss..." Left Chen An looked at her back, involuntarily curling up his lips elegantly.

  Almost fleeing in disarray, she ran to the deserted corridor, Huā Mù Qíng was mentally bellowing, then very unladylike, exaggeratedly covering her own belly, muttering to herself, "The urge is strong again... hold on, Huā Mù Qíng, the light is just ahead."

  She continued running and, annoyed by the high-heeled shoes on her feet, hastily took them off and threw them behind her. She picked up the hem of her white dress and ran to the bathroom.

  Then, Zuochen An, who had been following closely behind, ran to the corridor, but there was no one in sight on the corridor. "Where did they go?" Just as Zuochen An was puzzled, he took a step back with his feet, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw an unknown object on the ground. He walked over, squatted down, picked up a pair of white high heels that Huamu Qing had thrown away, stood up, and looked towards the end of the corridor again.