"It really is you, I thought I saw wrong just now."
"Mr. Rong." Ji Anning greeted Rong Feifan, who was dressed in a formal suit, with a graceful nod.
It was the first ti she had seen him dressed so formally.
But it was useless, even in mature and steady clothes, they couldn’t hide his ruffian-like, almost rogueish childishness.
"You look really beautiful tonight." Rong Feifan, disregarding Ji Jingfeng next to Ji Anning, looked her over with unabashed scrutiny.
His generous praise and unashad admiration drew Ji Jingfeng’s dissatisfaction, after all, Ji Anning was still his fiancée, and in such a setting, right in front of him, it was a challenge to his male pride and self-esteem.
Especially since the man was Rong Feifan, who had openly pursued Ji Anning at T University.
Ji Jingfeng thought, placing a hand on Ji Anning’s shoulder in a natural motion, bending his head to ask her affectionately, "Anning, is he your friend?"
He and Rong Feifan had both done their howork on each other behind the scenes, but this was their first face-to-face confrontation.
Rong Feifan glanced at the hand Ji Jingfeng had around Ji Anning and curled his lips mischievously, full of roguish charm, "Young Master Ji doesn’t know , but I certainly know Young Master Ji. Is Miss Bai doing well?"
He arched his eyebrows slightly, lazily slipping his hands into his pockets.
An offhand gesture, self-assured, ruffianly yet not lacking in nobility.
Ji Jingfeng hadn’t expected Rong Feifan to be so ’ill-mannered’, feeling like his secret was exposed, his complexion changed, and he snorted coldly, "Hmph, this gentleman really is quite familiar."
"That’s called presence." Rong Feifan’s lips still curled in a wicked smile.
He seed so bad, like an unreliable scion, but those bright eyes were crystal clear, pure and unsullied.
Ji Jingfeng tilted his chin up slightly, looking down on Rong Feifan with disdain, his lips cold and tight as if unwilling to exchange words with him.
Watching their verbal sparring, Ji Anning couldn’t be bothered to care.
Rong Feifan puffed out his chest, his tone nearly mocking, "Of course, Young Master Ji surely wouldn’t understand, since it’s sothing innate, not sothing everyone has."
"Heh." Ji Jingfeng gave a cold laugh, still showing disdain for Rong Feifan.
Just then, soone called out to Rong Feifan.
"Feifan."
A sweet and sowhat enchanting female voice made several people instinctively look towards the source of the sound.
A tall woman in a white dress elegantly approached them, standing out among the crowd like a celestial being descended from the heavens.
It was Wan Yueyue!
Ji Anning was startled and imdiately turned her head to look elsewhere, "I’m a bit thirsty, I’m going to get a drink."
Having stood in for Wan Yueyue before, Wan Yueyue had seen her on set. If Wan Yueyue recognized her and divulged her past as a stand-in actor in such a setting, it would be disastrous.
"Anning, that’s Wan Yueyue, let introduce you."
Ji Anning had just freed herself from Ji Jingfeng’s arm around her shoulder, taking a step away when Rong Feifan suddenly reached out to grasp her wrist, intending to introduce her to Wan Yueyue.
"No need, I’m not into celebrities." She quickly brushed off Rong Feifan’s hand, lowered her head, and hurriedly made her way to the buffet area.
Seeing Ji Anning leave, Ji Jingfeng turned around and gave Rong Feifan a cold look before lifting his foot to follow Ji Anning.
"I don’t care about your personal life, but in this setting, I hope you keep a low profile and show so consideration."
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