Because this man was simply too handso, his flawless looks could make one’s heart race as if a deity descended from the heavens.
Standing out so strikingly among the crowd, although he seed aloof and arrogant, appearing untouched by the world, it only added to his noble allure, making hearts beat faster.
Fantasizing about dancing with him, experiencing a romantic Cinderella story, was every woman’s dream.
Ji Lingkong was rather vexed, his eyes, dark as ink and cold, gazed at those whose eyes were fixated on him, blushing and flushed, eager to give it a try, wanting to step forward and ask him for a dance.
He really wasn’t interested. His mother, Yun Yuejing, had already pushed him out like this and had even used the reason of the friendship between the two nations so openly and justifiably. If he didn’t acquiesce, it would seem like disrespecting his mother, making such an occasion awkward.
He smiled indifferently, thinking, what does dancing one dance matter, it wouldn’t change anything.
He understood his mother’s intentions, but he indeed couldn’t muster any interest.
No matter how beautiful the won he saw, how charming and captivating, or how learned and knowledgeable, they were all exquisite and fine beauties, yet he couldn’t have any thoughts; his heart seed wrapped in a thick layer of ice, frozen solid, unable to feel even a flicker of warmth or softness.
He thought perhaps he was inherently disinterested in romance and won.
Of course, he also wasn’t interested in n.
"Why are these girls just blushing and not coming up? I’ve already created such a good opportunity for them," said the Councilman’s wife, looking quite anxious, as clearly many beautiful young ladies present were very interested in her son, yet none dared to step forward.
Oh dear, what a headache, her son, so oblivious to the world, wouldn’t take the initiative.
She now earnestly hoped for a proactive and assertive girl to make the first move and capture Ling Kong; otherwise, she’d never hope to see a grandchild born.
Mrs. Lin beside her spoke up, "Young Master Ling Kong seems so cold, his aura so imposing, looking at his lazy smile bordered by an icy barrier, which girl has the courage to approach him without fearing being frozen?"
Even she, when eting that child’s gaze, sensed a fleeting chill that hit her heart, making one not dare to defile. In fact, his deanor wasn’t particularly cold, especially when standing beside the Councilman’s wife, often revealing a smile full of elegance and poise, yet that smile never felt warm.
It felt like looking up at soone towering above, disdainful of the world, casual yet penetrating to the bone, demanding reverence rather than closeness.
Frankly speaking, this new son of the Councilman couple was almost more difficult to deal with and approach than the Chief Councilman.
These past few months, hearing that the Councilman couple adopted a new son, all of Imperial City’s high society was abuzz, fervently discussing the Chief Councilman’s new heir. Nurous families took interest, eager for action. Who wouldn’t want to seize the chance to curry favor with such a powerful family, paving their political future?
So many nobles sought an audience with him, trying to forge a connection, sending gifts, and climbing the social ladder.
Yet this new young master was exceedingly arrogant, refusing to et anyone. Even if they did see him, his fathomless cold eyes, giving a light glance, seed like a silent, rciless dagger, imdiately freezing the visitor’s heart, leaving them too frozen to latch on.
"Who my son is, if these girls lack the courage, they indeed are unworthy of my child," the Councilman’s wife was defensive. For soone as exceptional as Ling Kong, naturally, anyone standing alongside him must be an extraordinary, daring, and charming individual.
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