??Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Aura of Two Point Eight ters_1
Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Aura of Two Point Eight ters_1
However, before the old man An could appear, the Quan family did. The excitent culminated with the arrival of the last man, who made every young noble in Beijing tense up instantly.
The patriarch of the Quan family walked in the forefront, with Quan Mingxuan and Quan Yifei flanking him. The man who followed them exuded a gravitas that made everyone hold their breath at the re sight of his tall and robust figure.
What wind had brought this gentleman here?
Were they hallucinating?
Quan Yifei noticed the astonishnt on the faces of those around, but she just laughed quietly to herself in a discreet corner – the aura of her third brother was as powerful as always.
Ah, that saying – sothing about a two-ter-eight aura – this must be what it ans.
The bustling banquet hall suddenly quietened down as all eyes fell on the slow-approaching figure clad in black. His strong physique was accentuated by his sleek black suit. His black hair, neatly grood, topped a face of deep-set features, seemingly a perfect creation of God. Under his cold and stern eyebrows lay a pair of eyes filled with icy charm. The irises were an enchantingly beautiful shade of purple. His entire being radiated a calm and composed aura of the suprely powerful, mixed with an undeniable air of elegance and presence. He was, without a doubt, the most dazzling figure here.
“Lord Jing!”
“Lord Jing!”
As Quan Jingwu passed by, the area’s affluent young n reflexively called out to him. Despite appearing obedient and well-behaved now, they only behaved this way in front of him. Quan Jingwu was considered a nightmare for the younger generation of Beijing.
In their minds, only the eldest Chu, Chu Yihen, was his equal. It was said that Quan Jingwu was the mirror image of Chu Yihen of the Chu family.
Today, Chu Yihen of the Chu family was also present. With both of them colliding, it was bound to be a scene worth watching.
Not far away, a woman was intently watching Quan Jingwu. In a hushed tone, she leaned over to a man beside her and said, “Big Brother, look, Quan Jingwu is here.”
The speaker was none other than Chu Ruohan, Chu Yihen’s younger sister.
The man beside her had misty eyes filled with a soft smile. His lips ford a captivating curve under his fair complexion, and his white western suit underlined his godlike attractiveness. He embodied a perfect blend of sternness and warmth, making him an irresistible temptation for won.
Hearing her words, Chu Yihen’s gaze also landed on the dark figure in the distance, a deep and cryptic curve forming on his lips.
Heh, Quan Jingwu!
“Big Brother, shouldn’t we greet him?” Chu Ruohan’s eyes sparkled with anticipation and evident admiration.
Chu Yihen looked at her sideways. After a while, he finally spoke, “Hanhan, that man is not for you. It’s better to let go of this idea as soon as possible.”
His words, light as a breeze, fell heavily on Chu Ruohan’s heart. Her fair face instantly turned pale.
“Big Brother, I…” Chu Ruohan lowered her head, biting her lip gently.
Would she really have to give up on him?
Chu Yihen said no more, his gaze shifting towards the wine glass in his hand while his eyes glinted with an indecipherable expression.
In terms of background, appearance, or knowledge, his sister was certainly on par with any of Beijing’s wealthy daughters. However, she would not be able to control a man like Quan Jingwu. Rather than suffering heartbreak later, it was better to nip her feelings in the bud.
Chu Yihen didn’t intend to initiate a conversation with Quan Jingwu, knowing they were not on friendly terms. He had no reason to invite humiliation.
Having exchanged a few words with the old Quan patriarch and others, Quan Jingwu chose to sit alone in the rest area, his re presence drawing the covetous gaze of the thousand golden ladies present. Yet none would dare get close, knowing his history of indifference towards won. No woman who had approached him had a happy ending, leading to the rumor that he suffered from sexual anhedonia.
Despite knowing this, the hearts of those young ladies still fluttered for him. They would willingly be his lover, knowing that he was the CEO of JK International, a billionaire, and knowing the full scale of his wealth was unknown. Unapologetically speaking, it was quite possible that he had enough wealth to rival a country. Being his woman would make them the most illustrious won in Beijing, if not the whole of China. Which woman would be able to resist such temptation?
The llow notes of the piano gradually ceased, lightening the atmosphere, and the anticipated main character finally appeared.
A red light illuminated the elevator button. With a soft ‘ding’, the elevator door slowly opened, and the banquet hall fell silent once again.
The elderly An, who was already ninety-four years old, maintained a robust physique. Despite his age, he often used a wheelchair to move around. The old couple of the An family accompanied him left and right as he appeared from the elevator. Their faces wore appropriate smiles, but how much was genuine and how much was feigned was anyone’s guess.
The elderly man sat in his wheelchair wearing dark red Tang clothes. His intimidating expression repelled anyone who wished to approach him.
“Mr. An, happy birthday!”
“Mr. An, may your blessings be as vast as the East Sea!”
Upon the appearance of old Mr. An, the guests in the banquet hall started offering their congratulations one after the other. Their fawning smiles, however, could make one feel sowhat disgusted.
Old Mr. An had long gotten used to such sweet talk, so he smiled faintly in response. His cloudy eyes scanned the banquet hall, and upon not seeing the person he wished to et, he felt a pang of disappointnt deep in his heart.
Could the ssage have been a lie?
Would he really never see that little girl again in his lifeti?
“Well, this place sure is lively!”
Along with the cool voice, the grand and opulent entrance door was forcefully pushed open. Under the night sky, a slender figure stood before everyone.
The woman stood quietly at the entrance without rushing to co in. She was dressed in light blue jeans, a white shirt, her sleeves casually pulled up to her elbows. A large pair of sunglasses covered her petite face, and her feet were in canvas shoes. Her entire deanor exuded an air of laziness that refused to be ignored.
Her simple and refreshing attire contrasted with the heavily dressed guests in the banquet hall, making her seem sowhat out of place here.
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