He leaned against the Roman pillar, coldly observing the lively guests at the gala, a faint, disdainful smile tugging at the corners of his crimson lips. Were weapons truly not allowed at this banquet? He didn’t believe it to be impossible.
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With Fengye Wuyin gone, Yiyi wasn’t concerned. Her thoughts were entirely consud by the man beside the Councilman’s wife. She vaguely heard the Councilwoman call him Ling Kong.
Her feelings beca more confused. Was his na Ling Kong?
So his na was Ling Kong.
This na slowly rolled off her lips, and she felt an indescribable lingering sensation.
Should she rush forward, stand before him, bravely lock eyes with him, and boldly ask if he knew her, whether he was her forr lover, demanding a straightforward answer?
Yiyi really wanted to charge forward heedlessly, but what if it wasn’t him? That would be humiliating. People might think she’s crazy and throw her out of the banquet.
That would ruin Fengye Wuyin’s plan, and he might strangle her for it.
It was a truth she wasn’t ready to admit: the fear of standing before him, only to hear him calmly say he didn’t know her. rely imagining those words from his lips made her ache.
She was terrified he’d say that. Absolutely terrified.
Hence, she dared not verify the truth, for that would shatter her last vestige of fantasy.
Yiyi, in a state of agitation, walked to the bar area. The bartender, noticing her troubled deanor, introduced her to a fine wine, insisting that it was a rare fruit cocktail nad Moonlight Spring, very sweet and refreshing, capable of bringing a sense of happiness after drinking.
Yiyi was startled.
A wine that would evoke feelings of happiness? Could it be that magical?
At the mont, she felt utterly unhappy, very unhappy indeed.
Dismissively, Yiyi took the bottle and drank a few sips, then showed an expression of amazent. It was indeed delicious, a unique fruit aroma that was pure and rich, as cold and smooth as spring water, flowing across her lips and tongue, sliding down her throat, and settling into her stomach, enveloping her in a warm, uplifting sense of happiness.
What a peculiar wine; she gulped down quite a bit of it.
But ultimately, mindful of Fengye Wuyin, she dared not drink too much. After finishing, she moved away.
She didn’t feel drunk, her mind was utterly clear, yet as she sat on the small sofa for a mont, her heart suddenly seed to expand with a loud thud, emotions burgeoning inexplicably, alongside a growing courageousness.
She felt a strong urge to let loose.
Dizzy—what was going on? She blinked her eyes.
And then Yalan, the head of the gala, smiled broadly as she took the stage, enthusiastically announcing the comncent of the dance, inviting the two nations’ n and won to dance for friendship. Mysteriously, she added that the dance would feature a twist: instead of n inviting won to dance, won would be inviting n.
This intriguing rule imdiately drew cheers from many, as high-society galas often felt overly strict and boring. This reversal naturally captivated everyone’s interest.
"Ling Kong, you don’t need to stay with . There are bodyguards all around. There’s nothing to worry about—this is just a normal charity gala. Go enjoy the dance; young people should relish the joy of dancing with girls. My son is so handso, he’ll srize the girls," the Councilman’s wife urged Ji Lingkong with a smile, encouraging him to dance.
"I’m not interested in dancing." Ji Lingkong furrowed his brows slightly, unlike his mother, who was relaxed and optimistic.
During these two months, he’d co to understand the myriad social connections of the Helian Family, ranging from international issues to minor familial relationships, clearly aware of the trendous importance of the Helian family’s identity and their profound influence, which, in turn, posed significant hidden risks.
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