Huo Zhixing was not interested in Nie Xin's background.

He stood there indifferently, throwing the spatula he was holding onto the counter with a clatter. He crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and his dark eyes revealed an unreadable emotion.

Lu Lishan continued, "It is said that Nie Xin is from Hong Kong, and his family has close ties with the military forces in Southeast Asia. His achievements are inseparable from his personal efforts, but without the power behind him, he could not have become famous so quickly!"

Huo Zhixing glanced at him, remained silent, and after a long while finally said, "What kind of pathetic background is this..."

Lu Lishan could smell the vinegar from a great distance.

"I just want you to know," Lu Lishan said, barely suppressing a laugh, "that's how you win! If you want to deal with him, you need to find out his background first, right?"

"I don't care what his background is!" Huo Zhixing sneered. "In Yangcheng, I'm the one who calls the shots!"

"Oh, so you're in charge? Then how about Mr. Huo goes buy a pack of cigarettes now?"

"..."

"I wonder if you can make the decision on this?"

"Lu Lishan!" Huo Zhixing's expression changed, and he growled through gritted teeth.

Lu Lishan made a face that looked like he wanted to laugh but couldn't bear to mock him, waved his hand, and continued to busy himself with cutting potato shreds.

Who was it back then who wouldn't even give him half a pack of cigarettes?

Who laughed at him for not even having enough money to buy a pack of cigarettes?

Ah, what goes around comes around!

"Lu Lishan," Huo Zhixing rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky, "you'd better watch out or you'll cut off your hand!"

...

Two weeks later.

A black Rolls-Royce was parked in front of Minghuang Shijia.

This place is a gathering of celebrities tonight; everyone here is either rich or powerful. Jiang Can glanced through the car window and immediately felt the grandeur and oppressive atmosphere of this top-tier banquet.

She held hands with Huo Zhixing, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

The man seemed to feel her slightly cool fingertips, and gently curled his lips, saying in a low voice, "It's not like this is the first time I've attended an event like this. Besides, you've met Aunt Yun before; she's a very kind and approachable person."

“I know.” Jiang Can took a deep breath, “but this is, after all, my first time attending your family’s banquet.”

This world was one she had never seen before.

Having read *Dream of the Red Chamber*, she recalled Daiyu's timid and cautious demeanor when she first entered the Jia family mansion. She was afraid of taking an extra step or saying an extra word, lest she be ridiculed.

She didn't understand it when she watched it, but at this moment, this feeling is like a rope tightly binding her.

Huo Zhixing held her in his arms and gently kissed her hair. He knew what she was worried about, so he whispered in her ear, "It's quite a grand affair, but the main character is Aunt Yun. She was very happy to know you were coming, so she specifically instructed us to take good care of you."

“Also,” he looked at her, “my grandfather isn’t attending tonight.”

"What?" Jiang Can was taken aback.

His words seemed to lift a huge weight off her shoulders.

"Grandpa is an elder, how could he possibly celebrate a junior's birthday? So he won't be coming tonight."

"Tonight, I mainly want to introduce you to my dad. Don't worry, my dad has a gentle personality and is a very sentimental person. He'll definitely be very pleased to meet you."

Jiang Can lowered her head, her small hands constantly rubbing the hem of her skirt.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Huo Zhixing whispered in her ear in a hoarse, deep voice with a hint of allure:

"Someone once said they wanted to try to enter my world. Have you forgotten that already?"

Jiang Can paused, looked up and met his deep eyes, and couldn't help but reveal a sweet smile.

Just as her smile bloomed only for him, his world only allowed her to enter and dance.

She nodded, and with renewed courage, squeezed his hand tightly.

Huo Zhixing, however, did not want to get out of the car so soon.

He stared intently at her, his fingers tracing her delicate face, leaving a slight blush wherever they touched.

His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt an urge to kiss her deeply...

"Can Can." His voice was low and husky as he drew closer, his hot breath lingering on her lips, about to kiss that fragrant, moist spot...

"Young Master, Miss Jiang, it's time..."

Fang Han opened the car door and froze abruptly!

Jiang Can gasped and pushed Huo Zhixing away, her face flushed red all the way down to her ears.

Huo Zhixing raised his eyes and glared at Fang Han with a death stare.

Fang Han felt a gust of cold wind rushing down his neck.

No... He clearly calculated the time, and he clearly got off the car in advance to give the two of them some space!

He thought his young master had said everything he needed to say, and that it was indeed time for him to enter.

What a coincidence!

Fang Han's mind went blank, and he forced out a stiff smile.

The next second, his brain seemed to freeze, and he slammed the car door shut again!

Rolls-Royce cars have top-notch sound insulation.

However, as Fang Han fled for his life, a furious roar could still be heard from inside the car—

"Fang Han!"

...

As Jiang Can, arm in arm with Huo Zhixing, gracefully entered the banquet hall, everyone turned their admiring gazes to the two of them.

People speculated and discussed, and there was no shortage of jealousy and criticism.

But Jiang Can always wore a smile, her demeanor was elegant, and she was increasingly showing the demeanor of the young mistress of the Huo family.

When Huo Zhixing went to entertain male guests, Wang Meiyun volunteered to take Jiang Can's hand and said to him with a smile, "Don't worry, your sweetheart is by my side. I promise I won't let her suffer any grievances!"

"Thank you, Aunt Yun." Huo Zhixing smiled.

Jiang Can smiled at him, the atmosphere of the banquet making her more and more relaxed.

She followed Wang Meiyun, met many people, drank some red wine, and her face became a little flushed.

Wang Meiyun had a good alcohol tolerance, so she kept drinking on her behalf.

"That's strange," someone whispered. "Just who is this Miss Jiang? Has she even bribed the eldest wife of the Huo family?"

"Ha, the First Madam is probably just trying to please her stepson!" a shrill voice rang out, accompanied by a mocking laugh. "After all, how can a nouveau riche survive in high society if she doesn't try to curry favor?"