Jingmin wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

Her slender fingers calmly accepted the wine glass the man offered, her thin lips slightly upturned, her tone nonchalant:

"What, where else could my wife go if she's not standing here?"

The man was taken aback, then chuckled awkwardly:

"So you are Mr. Jing's wife. My apologies."

Jing Min casually swirled her wine glass, looking at him with a half-smile:

"Yeah?"

Chu Wuyang glanced at Jing Min and noticed that although his tone was casual,

But his arm tightened steadily, clearly a deliberate assertion of sovereignty.

The white man, realizing he was being rude, raised his glass with a smile and politely stepped back.

Once the people left

Jing Min looked down at the woman in his arms and chuckled meaningfully.

"Huh? I was only gone for a few minutes and someone's already trying to curry favor with me?"

Chu Wuyang glanced at him sideways, her tone indifferent:

Aren't you busy?

Jing Min chuckled softly, leaning slightly forward, his voice extremely low, carrying a hint of dangerous languor:

"Indeed... but I'll probably be even busier once I get back to my room."

She instantly understood his implication, gently pushed him away, and glared at him:

"Jingmin, don't do anything reckless."

Behind the intricately carved railings, a pair of deep eyes calmly observed everything below.

His gaze fell on Jing Min, who was embracing Chu Wuyang, and a cryptic smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"This is really... interesting."

The strings played melodiously, and amidst the clinking of glasses,

The clamor of the crowd seemed to conceal all the crisis beneath a veneer of extravagance and debauchery.

By the dance floor, Jing Min whispered in Chu Wuyang's ear, his tone languid:

"How could that be? Didn't you say you'd come with me?"

Chu Wuyang gently pushed him away, took a sip of wine, and said with a half-smile:

How many days will this summit last?

Jing Min held his wine glass, his eyebrows slightly raised, his gaze falling meaningfully on her face:

"Four days? What?"

Chu Wuyang slowly swished the glass, a casual smile appearing in her eyes:

"Will the party also last four days?"

Jing Min chuckled softly, tapping the rim of his cup with his slender fingertips:

"It should be."

She lowered her head and sipped her red wine, then said softly:

"Then I won't stay with you."

Jing Min paused slightly in his wine glass, glancing at her with deep, unfathomable eyes.

"Um?"