Madam Li's Identity Is Exposed Again!

Chapter 1290: Chapter 1290: Picking Something Out of the Trash Can Again

Damn it!

Why is he so angry?

Why does he feel like dragging that man up and giving him a beating?

Why does his chest feel like it’s been punched, suffocating as if he can’t breathe!

Li Beijue clenched his fist, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

He never expected to meet that woman here again, and even more so never expected—that woman actually has a boyfriend!

”Master Jue?” The person accompanying him couldn’t help but come out when he saw Li Beijue go out and not come back, only to find he hadn’t gone to the restroom, but kept staring at the main entrance.

He followed Li Beijue’s gaze to the main entrance, but saw nothing besides some waiters.

Instantly furrowing his eyebrows, he cluelessly said, ”Master Jue, aren’t you going in?”

Li Beijue’s deep falcon-like eyes were as dark as night, sinister to the extreme, as if he was repressing something. He didn’t even glance at the person next to him and growled irritably, ”Scram!”

That person was so scared by his one word that even his bones felt frozen. Although he couldn’t understand what had offended this big shot, he didn’t dare to utter another word, and sneaked back inside...

Once he left, the corridor fell silent again.

His blade-like silhouette pressed with storm-like cold air, eyes stern, filled with something akin to icy spikes, glared viciously at the low-profile Bentley at the doorway, as if he could see through the closed car window to the person sitting inside...

Suddenly.

”Shit!” He angrily punched the wall, his face tensed, and turned to leave.

What the hell am I doing?

It’s just a woman I met once, why am I so angry?

With his identity, is there a need to get angry over an unknown woman? Ridiculous!

Must be that he drank too much tonight!

It must be that the red wine was too low grade, causing discomfort in his chest, making him irritable! It definitely has nothing to do with that woman!

Absolutely not!

As Li Beijue walked, he pulled off his tie. Initially, he intended to throw away the damn tie that even restrained his breathing, but when he was about to throw it into the trash can, he suddenly saw the tie clip on it.

That tie clip...

Li Beijue’s heart constricted sharply, as if blood was missing!

His eyebrows furrowed as though they could squash a fly, as if staring at something with great enmity. He attracted quite a bit of attention from the waiters.

”Young Master Li, is there anything you need help with?” One of the closest waiters immediately jogged over and respectfully inquired.

Li Beijue didn’t respond; he simply furrowed his eyebrows, glaring darkly for a moment, and then did something unexpected—he actually walked over to the trash can, bent down, and picked up the discarded tie!

Not only did he pick it up, but he took it with him!

The waiter stood there as if he’d seen a ghost, completely stunned, turned his stiff face to the person next to him, and asked, ”Did I see it wrong, just now did Young Master Li take the tie back?”

”No, no, I saw the same thing you did.”

”But Young Master Li has OCD... Even his tableware is exclusive, he never touches things others have touched, let alone picking something out from a dirty trash can. For someone with OCD, that’s a deadly act! The waiter couldn’t help but mutter, ”Could that tie have special significance?”

Unfortunately, no one answered him.