"Actually, it’s nothing major. President Zhang has just been too busy lately and forgot. But when I ntioned a young and beautiful woman like Miss Qiao, he rembered imdiately," Mr. Jin flattered without showing it.
Qiao Mo just slightly curled her lips, not as delighted as Jin Chengbin had imagined.
He couldn’t really explain why, but he felt that the woman in front of him was sowhat enigmatic and perhaps difficult to deal with.
However, he had to admit, only a challenge would be worthy of her beauty; if she were too easy to obtain, it would be boring instead.
His gaze seed very open and straightforward as it road over Qiao Mo, appearing to be a casual appraisal.
Yet, his gaze was not as upright as it appeared, moving from her chest to her waist, finally resting on her hips.
Just then, the music at the ball started, and many people began stepping into the dance floor to dance.
Jin Chengbin seized the opportunity and politely invited, "Miss Qiao, I wonder if you would honor with a dance?"
Qiao Mo hesitated a little, "Mr. Jin, it seems you already have many dance partners. It might not be appropriate."
"It’s just a dance, Miss Qiao, don’t overthink it."
Qiao Mo seed to hesitate as she looked at him, but his eyes were filled with sincerity. Eventually, she nodded, "Alright then."
Jin Chengbin felt a surge of joy, and he bent slightly to take Qiao Mo’s hand, leading her to the dance floor with extra gentlemanly manners.
Looking at the man in front of her, Qiao Mo gave him a gentle smile.
He held one of her hands, with the other hand lightly placed at her lower back. The dance started with a slow rhythm, seemingly accommodating her steps, and he appeared gentle and considerate at every move.
Qiao Mo looked down slightly, seemingly imrsed in the mont.
The man carried a faint scent of cologne. Originally, it might have slled nice, but having mingled too long in a crowd of won, mixed with various scents and the slls of smoke and alcohol, she didn’t like it.
Involuntarily, she recalled the last ti she danced with Fu Nancheng.
She couldn’t rember the details clearly; she seed to be drunk, but she still rembered the fresh fragrance he had.
Over the years, she hadn’t encountered that scent again, sothing she missed dearly.
The light green hem of her dress fluttered in the dance floor. At this mont, their distance was much closer than before. As he traced Qiao Mo’s features, Jin Chengbin softly marveled, "In my life, I’ve seen countless won of all kinds, but I’ve never seen anyone as breathtaking as Miss Qiao. It’s truly impossible to look away."
Qiao Mo raised her eyes to look at him, smiled lightly but said nothing.
This made him feel as though he’d punched cotton, prompting him to ponder her character, "I hope Miss Qiao doesn’t find my words too forward."
"Not at all." Qiao Mo smiled slightly, "Is Mr. Jin married?"
"No."
Seeing her start a conversation with him, he felt a bit excited.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"I did before, but we broke up not long ago."
"Such a good man like Mr. Jin, why would she break up with you?" Qiao Mo probed, wanting to see if this man had ever had even the slightest place for Yiran in his heart, if he still rembered this woman’s existence, if he had any conscience left.
"It’s all my fault for being too busy with work and not having ti to care for her feelings, so she fell in love with soone else, and I could only wish her happiness."
Qiao Mo nodded, "Mr. Jin is indeed a good man."
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