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But for Young Mistress Qi Yuan this was merely entertaining gossip. She didn’t intervene and instead leisurely continued drinking.
Her gaze, however, kept flicking to the entrance as if waiting for Young Mistress Yan to arrive.
Today was clearly Su Jiayu’s birthday, yet the true protagonist remained Yan Liang.
No other reason: whenever Yan Liang appeared anywhere, she was indisputably the center of attention.
Soon, the entrance erupted in a noisy scramble, then fell so silent one could hear a pin drop.
The only sound in the hall was the clack of Young Mistress Yan Liang’s high heels as she stepped into the Jiayu Manor.
Thud thud thud… like a deadly, final tune.
Yan Liang walked slowly into the birthday venue, her expression cold and unreadable, radiating an aloof chill that kept strangers at bay.
Her upturned eyes were etched with an icy chill like winter snow—an unutterable nobility!
Dressed in a moon-white qipao, elegant and imposing, her cold, intimidating temperament was accentuated by hair swept into a chignon, a streak of blood-red color loudly proclaiming her costly status.
The blood-colored pearls at the end of her hairpin shone vividly like freshly dyed drops of blood—true priceless treasures.
But no matter how precious, such treasures were merely small adornments on Yan Liang.
She was too beautiful—cold, domineering—making people dare not meet her gaze.
Her supple figure was sizzling, the qipao outlining a perfect body—not even comics would dare depict such flawless proportions…
Zhao Xiong was already mesmerized. Pursuing Yan Liang truly was the most important thing in his life.
But as Young Mistress Yan Liang approached, he didn’t dare take a single step forward.
The Young Mistress’s aura intimidated him, making him ashamed of his own cowardice.
And at this moment someone even more timid than him stood nearby… Song Jie, who had been dropped off at the birthday by his best friend and brother to take care of his wife.
The awkward-looking youth was timid and humble, following closely behind Young Mistress Yan with his survival instinct maxed out, his back nearly bent over.
“Young Mistress Yan, Brother Jiang really does have some matters to handle, but he specifically told me he prepared a big surprise for you…”
“You…”
Young Mistress Yan Liang cast a cold glance at Song Jie.
Song Jie immediately shut up.
In an instant his hairs stood on end. He felt that if he spoke another word he’d be done for here.
“So noisy.”
Yan Liang was in a somewhat displeased mood—she had originally been on her way to the birthday party with Qin Jiang.
But due to some trivial business, Qin Jiang had to go handle it first and left her in the car.
Hmph, she didn’t care.
Jiang being able to be busy with work was a good thing—men should have ambition!!
But… being Yan Liang’s man, simply accompanying her would be his loftiest career!
Unfortunately, Jiang couldn’t be that kind of man.
And Yan Liang had to swallow that annoyance.
She was secretly sulking!
“Alright Ms. Liang, I’ll pull his tongue out right now…”
Zhou Ning stepped forward, adopting a “if I see something wrong, I’ll fix it now” attitude—if the boss needed him, he’d act!!
Yan Liang glared at him with a look that said: Go stand where it’s cool.
(Zhou Ning thought to himself, s**peaking of cool, it’s still coldest by Ms. Liang’s side… cold enough to wear a down jacket in hot weather!!)
“He’s Jiang’s friend.”
Just that one sentence from Yan Liang was enough to secure Song Jie’s lifetime comfort and let him swagger through the country.
Unfortunately, Song Jie didn’t have that realization.
“Yes, I overstepped…”
Song Jie kept meekly trailing Young Mistress Yan until his eyes accidentally landed on Sister Bingbing not far away, dressed in a white gown, graceful, noble, gentle and serene.
After all she was his one true goddess. Just a glimpse of her silhouette was enough to steal all of Song Jie’s attention.
Although Sister Bingbing wasn’t as untouchably lofty—and potentially lethal to try to reach—as Young Mistress Yan Liang, she was still far above Song Jie’s reach even after several lifetimes of climbing.
Though he admired and secretly adored her, he obediently suppressed his fluttering heart.
A man like him had nothing except the millions bestowed by Brother Jiang and Young Mistress Yan.
The little pride he took in that inheritance likely couldn’t match the cost of the jewelry Sister Bingbing wore to a single event.
Alone and insignificant, how could he dare to offend such a beauty.
Song Jie hastily withdrew his gaze. Sister Bingbing was ultimately only being kind to him out of consideration for Young Mistress Yan.
He couldn’t make a big deal out of it!!
If he actually took himself seriously, wouldn’t that embarrass Brother Jiang?
Thinking this, Song Jie even shifted his body to hide himself on the other side of Young Mistress Yan Liang to avoid further contact with Sister Bingbing.
Some people are like the moon in the sky—untouchable.
Being lucky enough to admire them with a single glance was fortune enough for him.
“Oh, Xiao Jie, how’s your injury? Why did you suddenly transfer hospitals last time—was it because I didn’t take good care of you?”
Song Jie wanted to bolt again, but Sister Bingbing’s gaze happened to fall on him. For some reason he saw a hint of melancholy in her gentle eyes…
Song Jie felt a nerve suddenly tighten in his head and his earlobes involuntarily flushed pink.
“Bi—Sister Bingbing, sorry I transferred hospitals without telling you. I just happened to have some matters to attend to and going to the other hospital was more convenient.”
Of course, the other hospital was also more affordable.
Sister Bingbing wouldn’t dare to go to such a public hospital on her own, and it didn’t cost nearly as much.
Although Brother Jiang said his medical bills would be covered by the company, and Young Mistress Yan had even taken care of all his hospitalization fees.
But Brother Jiang had already helped him enough.
Young Mistress Yan was not even related to him.
Added to Sister Bingbing’s sudden initiative making him flustered, he didn’t want to think in a bad direction, yet… Jiang Kexin was a previous lesson.
He dared not accept even a bit of Sister Bingbing’s kindness, afraid he might, in healing his emotional wound, unconsciously compare her to Jiang Kexin to satisfy his own vanity…
In truth, such things were extremely unfair to women.
To Sister Bingbing, it would be an insult.
He didn’t deserve such special treatment, even if it was merely a perk of being beside Young Mistress Yan.
He, Song Jie, also had his own principles.
“Xiao Jie, are you avoiding me?”
Sister Bingbing’s white, elegant gown made her appear even more refined and beautiful.
She stepped forward, her crescent-like eyes shimmered with clear brilliance as they locked onto Song Jie’s flustered, uneasy gaze.
“Xiao Jie, you just had your heart broken and I’ve been taking care of you—are you afraid you’ll become dependent on me because of that care?”
Sister Bingbing spoke with such confidence because her status truly warranted it.
A top-tier celebrity, wrapped in peak-star halo.
Even at high-society elite banquets like this she could attend with full legitimacy, and people afforded her some courtesy—proof of her character and capability.
Song Jie stood frozen. He liked the kind of beauty she possessed.
Otherwise he wouldn’t have worshiped her as his sole goddess.
But was he worthy?
“I’m sorry Sister Bingbing, I really am afraid I can’t control myself!”
“You’re too gentle, too perfect, fulfilling all my fantasies about a gir… wife.”
“But I’m an adult man so I should distinguish fantasy from reality. Even if I tried my whole life I couldn’t achieve what you have. A useless man like me should disappear from your world sooner rather than later!”
“Sister Bingbing, you go on with your business first, I still have a bit to—”
Song Jie spoke sincerely yet panic-stricken, and after finishing he tried to slip away.
But the next moment he felt his wrist tighten.
He was pulled by Sister Bingbing into a relatively hidden trellis beside them.
At this moment the pure, gentle white rose revealed a hidden sting—her seemingly delicate body pressed sinuously against him, the obvious rise and fall of her curves tightening Song Jie’s breath.
Sister Bingbing’s cool, gentle beautiful eyes took on a thread of lingering coercion, making Song Jie unable to look at her for a moment.
“Xiao Jie, what if I find you purely adorable and sincerely want to… lay claim on you?”
“Would you dare take a step forward for me?”
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