Chapter 5: Invisible Seduction

Yan Feng stared at Jiang Ciyou's face for a while, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"Finding a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, didn't you say you could find a boyfriend if you were lonely? I've been alone in my empty house for three years, so it's not too much to ask for a boyfriend, right?"

Jiang Ciyou had a smile on his face.

"Why? Only the governor is allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps."

Yan Feng shrugged nonchalantly: "It would be better if you found a boyfriend. If he can make you stop pestering me from now on, I will prepare a big gift and thank him in person."

Yan Feng didn't believe that Jiang Ciyou had a boyfriend.

He knew her thoughts very well.

He must have seen him talking on the phone with Xia Ling.

Deliberately find someone to act.

This is quite realistic.

When he finally hung up the phone, he could feel the man's jealous and angry tone through the phone.

I guess he wanted to hear this on purpose.

Naturally, the two of them did not sleep together at night.

Jiang Ciyou was sleeping on the bed.

Yan Feng slept on the floor.

He still has some gentlemanly manners.

Before going to bed, Jiang Ciyou deliberately turned the air conditioner to the lowest setting and hid the remote control.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, Jiang Ciyou felt relieved to see Yan Feng lying on the ground, hugging his pillow and shivering.

Yan Feng caught a cold when he woke up in the morning.

Jiang Ciyou ignored him and went straight to the TV station.

Jiang Ciyou is a TV host, mainly responsible for the noon news, and has a column called "Noon News Eye".

He is also well-known in the circle.

However, Sister Lin from the prime time slot recently changed jobs, and Jiang Ciyou is vying for the position of female host of the prime time slot.

After the normal midday news broadcast, she has free time.

Jiang Ciyou returned to Yan's house at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Yan Feng had just come back from outside, and it seemed that he had gone to see Xia Ling.

When Yan Feng came back, Jiang Ciyou had just changed her clothes and put on some exquisite makeup.

Today she wore a Xiangyunsha cheongsam.

There are some complicated embroidery techniques on the collar and waist of the cheongsam, but because they are all the same color, they cannot be seen from a distance. When you get closer, you can only feel the ingenuity and craftsmanship of it.

Seeing Yan Feng coming in, Jiang Ciyou stood up and deliberately turned around gracefully in front of Yan Feng: "How is it, does it look good?"

Even though Yan Feng hated Jiang Ciyou very much in his heart.

But one has to admit that Jiang Ciyou is beautiful, extremely beautiful.

She has a great figure. She is 1.7 meters tall and looks particularly outstanding in high heels.

Cheongsams are high-end custom-made and naturally fit the body perfectly.

The hem of her skirt reaches her ankles, and her snow-white and delicate ankles make people want to pinch them. Her waist is very thin, too thin to be held in one hand, but not skinny, and there is still flesh where it should be.

Yan Feng moved his gaze from her chest to that beautiful face.

This cheongsam is of plain color, but paired with that stunningly beautiful face, it creates a unique charm.

It’s like a fox spirit with thousands of years of cultivation transforming into a human form for the first time. She is charming yet pure, seductive yet innocent.

Yan Feng's Adam's apple moved.

But he still said with a cold face: "It's ugly, white doesn't suit you at all."

Jiang Ciyou rolled her eyes, turned around, and bent down to apply lipstick in front of the mirror.

"So in your heart, only Xia Ling is the most suitable for white."

Jiang Ciyou put on lipstick, stood up, and smiled brightly at Yan Feng in the mirror, with obvious provocation: "I insist on wearing white."

Yan Feng only felt that the person in front of him was extremely lively and charming.

Especially her arrogant and domineering tone, which sounded like she was acting coquettishly, making people feel itchy.

But Yan Feng soon realized it.

She was deliberately seducing him.

Yan Feng frowned: "Jiang Ciyou, stop playing tricks in front of me. Even if you are not wearing anything, I won't even look at you."

After saying that, he said, "I'll wait for you in the car."

And left the room.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Ciyou also got in the car.

Yan Feng leaned back in the back seat with his eyes closed: "Old Chen, let's go to Lushan Villa."

An hour later, the car finally arrived at the foot of Lushan Mountain.

The car wound its way up the mountain road, flanked by tall and lush sycamore trees. The leaves blocked out the sun, and the light suddenly dimmed, as if entering a long tunnel.

I don’t know how long it took, but my eyes suddenly lit up.

A tall and magnificent building, like a castle, slowly appeared in sight.

The surroundings suddenly became lively.

Many luxury cars are parked on the huge lawn.

Countless waiters in white shirts and black vests were receiving guests.

Jiang Ciyou and his companions' car was parked in the open-air parking lot under the guidance of a waiter.

Then the waiter took them into the "castle".

The heavy and ancient door was opened, and a red carpet hundreds of meters long was spread from inside to outside to guide the guests.

Jiang Ciyou looked at the intricate patterns on it and was genuinely shocked.

This is a pure handmade Persian carpet from Isfahan, which combines materials such as wool, cotton, silk, gold and silver threads, with bright colors and complex craftsmanship.

The one under their feet is of top quality.

Usually one square meter is 200,000 US dollars.

Jiang Ciyou looked at the red carpet that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see and couldn't help but take a breath.

Everyone knows that the Bo family is the richest family, but no one has a specific idea of their wealth.

But now it has.

The inside of the villa is even more shocking, with a display wall of precious antique blue and white porcelain, a huge antique British clock, and European and Chinese antique chandeliers.

Antiques, all antiques.

This is just a banquet hall on the first floor. You can imagine how many treasures are hidden in this "castle".

Mrs. Bo’s way of entertaining guests is still relatively traditional. Today she is hosting 100 tables of guests.

There are round tables on both sides of the carpet, and each seat at the table has a guest seat set up.

It was already stated in the previous invitation.

The two seats of the Yan family are at table 99.

"Look over there. The man in the black Mao suit seems to be the director of the Land Bureau. And the one in white, is he the mayor of Rongcheng?"

"Not to mention the mayor of Rongcheng, the mayor of Jingcheng is here too, and several people from the central government have come. Mrs. Bo's presence is really too grand."

"So, of these 100 tables, we in Rongcheng were only invited to two, and they were arranged at tables 99 and 100."

"Compared to these bigwigs, being able to sit in seats 99 and 100 is a real honor for us."

The people chatting were Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Qin, both of whom were wealthy ladies from top families in Rongcheng.

And they are friends with Jiang Ciyou's mother Yao Shulan, so Jiang Ciyou naturally knows them.

Meet head-on.

Jiang Ciyou had no choice but to greet: "Aunt Zhang, Aunt Qin, good evening."

When Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Qin saw Jiang Ciyou, a trace of heartache and regret flashed in their eyes.

"It's Xiaoyou, you're here too."

"Your mother and Xiaoxiao are giving gifts to Old Madam Bo. Go and say hello."