The romantic and ethereal atmosphere at the scene overwheld Huo Anya. She sat heartbreakingly on the sofa nearby, holding a wine glass in her hand, her heart a barren wasteland.
Beside her sat Huo Qinglin, who had transford from his usual playboy deanor, sitting silently.
Won occasionally approached him to strike up a conversation, but his icy and aloof expression scared them away.
Won who had once been involved in scandals with him also ca for him today, dressed in alluring gowns, hoping to catch his eye. But to their surprise, when they thought they might have a chance, Huo Qinglin seed like an entirely different person.
There was no trace of unnecessary emotion on his face. He sat like a statue, not drinking, not looking at any woman—just sitting there, lost in thought.
The music continued to flow romantically, and Chu Tingting suddenly felt moved. Monts ago, she had been dancing formally with Huo Yanting.
Now, seeing the couples around her expressing such tender sweetness, she could no longer restrain the yearning in her heart.
She gently rested her head against Huo Yanting’s firm chest, closed her eyes, and quietly savored the realness of this mont.
She could finally hold Yan Ting in her arms. He slled so good—like a cool mint fragrance—making her wish she could stay this way with him for the rest of her life.
Huo Yanting’s cold gaze lowered. When he saw Chu Tingting’s brazen action, his brows furrowed slightly.
Suddenly, he let go of her and spoke in a subdued tone, "Sorry, I just rembered I have sothing important to handle."
Chu Tingting’s dream shattered abruptly. Her eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly felt the emptiness beside her. Looking up, the man had already turned coldly away and disappeared into the crowd.
Chu Tingting stood alone in the center of the dance floor, her earlier happiness now vanished.
She suddenly felt sad and wronged. How could Yan Ting leave her behind like this?
Monts ago, she had basked in everyone’s envy. Now, with Huo Yanting’s departure, she had beco the target of everyone’s speculation.
"Why did Mr. Huo just leave her like that?"
"Who knows? Maybe Mr. Huo just didn’t want to finish the dance with her."
Jealous won nearby began to quietly gossip.
Chu Tingting felt utterly humiliated and wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
She lifted her gown and hurriedly left the dance floor, her heart brimming with sorrow and grievances that she could barely contain.
She wasn’t truly foolish—in fact, she was quite intelligent. She knew that Huo Yanting harbored no feelings of romantic love for her. The only reason he was willing to be so close to her this ti was entirely due to Old Sir Huo’s orders.
Maybe Yan Ting was actually angry.
Chu Tingting sighed sadly. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so impatient. Now that she was working and studying by his side, spending every day together, over ti, surely he would co to realize her deep sincerity toward him, wouldn’t he? Perhaps then, when she reached out to him again, he wouldn’t push her away so indifferently.
Chu Tingting comforted herself with this thought, and suddenly, she didn’t feel it was all that bad.
Huo Yanting stepped out onto the balcony, leaning against a wall and lighting a cigarette.
As he had been spinning with Chu Tingting on the dance floor just now, all he had been able to think about was that small woman.
There was a fleeting mont when he mistook Chu Tingting for her.
When she leaned warmly into his embrace, he was jolted awake, suddenly realizing just how deeply he missed her.
He wished he could fly to her side at this very mont and pull her into his arms.
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