Chapter 121 Passionate Red Roses and the Crescent Moon in the Clouds
He knew she was beautiful.
But right now, her beauty is strikingly powerful, breathtakingly beautiful.
She wore a bright red strapless dress, with large clusters of roses blooming on her chest, winding along her waist, and all the way to the fishtail hem, in full bloom.
The bodycon fishtail style perfectly showcased her waist and hip line.
With that stunningly beautiful face, she exudes an irresistible charm and allure.
Shi Yang did not miss the amazement in Ji Peiheng's eyes; no woman dislikes her spouse being amazed by her beauty.
Shi Yang was no exception; she raised her chin, revealing her beautiful neckline.
She said, "Ji Peiheng, am I pretty?"
Ji Peiheng gave her the most satisfying answer: "It looks good."
He was so handsome that he almost cried.
"Do you like it?" She stood up, her jade-like fingers twirling a strand of hair around her fingertip.
Ji Peiheng's eyes darkened, and he swallowed lightly: "Beautiful."
She stood before me, looking like a bewitching and alluring enchantress.
A single glance from her was enough to arouse his passion.
Shi Yang knew his expression all too well. Not satisfied, she added fuel to the fire: "Then why don't you come and hug me?"
Ji Peiheng's peach blossom eyes narrowed dangerously, revealing a captivating charm at the corners: "You said it."
As he spoke, he strode toward her, loosened his tie, bent down, picked up the woman from the ground, and threw her onto the sofa.
He brutally ravaged those soft lips.
A piercing scream rang out from someone.
"Madam, your makeup is ruined!"
The stylist, returning from the restroom, nervously looked at the disheveled man and woman on the sofa.
Her anxiety was written all over her face; if she could, she would have liked to go up and pull Ji Peiheng down.
Every makeup and styling look created by her is a meticulously crafted masterpiece.
She didn't want her artwork to break before she even left the house.
The stylist abruptly interrupted the romantic moment between the couple.
Shi Yang felt too embarrassed to do anything more, so she pushed the man off her. Most importantly, she didn't want to wait another two hours.
Besides, she really liked this makeup.
Ji Peiheng, who had been interrupted, seemed somewhat disheartened.
Shi Yang was pulled in front of the mirror to touch up her makeup, and he sat on the sofa staring at her graceful back.
The more I look at it, the more I like it.
That's great, it's his.
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist if he looked any longer, so he followed another stylist to pick out his clothes.
By the time Shi Yang came downstairs, Ji Peiheng had also changed his clothes.
He was dressed in a dark red suit that perfectly accentuated his impressive physique. He leaned lazily against the stair railing, his eyebrows handsome, his skin fair, and his features refined and striking, like a porcelain-white moon hanging in the sky.
But this man is hers alone.
He extended his hand to Shi Yang: "Mrs. Ji, please."
Shi Yang curled her red lips, lifted her skirt and went downstairs, placing her hand in his palm.
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Ji, Jiang, and Huang are all leading enterprises in Beijing. The joint groundbreaking ceremony of these three companies attracted countless celebrities and dignitaries.
At this banquet where interests intersect, everyone was scrambling to get a turn.
Shi Yang had never liked attending such extravagant and decadent occasions, and Ji Peiheng had never forced himself to attend these banquets, but she understood that she was his wife. She loved him, and she could compromise for him.
Ji Peiheng clearly knew this and was afraid she would find it boring, so he said on the way, "If you get bored or tired later, contact Liao Nan and have him take you away."
"I'm not that delicate. Don't worry, I'll stay with you for the whole event today."
After getting out of the car, Shi Yang took his arm, and the two slowly walked into the venue.
They are like natural focal points; wherever they go, countless eyes are drawn to them.
Of course, most of the attention was directed at Shi Yang.
To be precise, they were looking at Ji Peiheng's wife.
They were all curious about what kind of woman could tame a man as arrogant and unruly as Ji Peiheng.
This was the first time Shi Yang had accompanied him to such a formal, large-scale business event.
She was still a little nervous receiving so many stares.
She couldn't help but tighten her grip on Ji Peiheng's arm.
She knew she couldn't show weakness today; she represented his face.
She wouldn't allow her man's pride to be damaged in the slightest.
So he straightened his back, accepted everyone's scrutiny with composure, and even gave everyone a slight smile.
The woman at the door was like a vibrant red rose; from head to toe, her very soul seemed to radiate that passion and brightness.
Faced with the unbridled gazes, Ji Peiheng frowned. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Shi Yang's shoulders, half-jokingly saying, "With everyone looking at me like this, I'm going to get jealous."
Those gazes indeed lessened considerably.
People from the Jiang and Huang families came over to talk to Ji Peiheng.
Their conversation was rather awkward, but Shi Yang was no longer distracted like before. She tried hard to remember what they were saying and to understand the meaning behind their words.
Mrs. Jiang sized up the young woman in front of her; her impression of Shi Yang came entirely from her daughter's description.
Mrs. Jiang's gaze didn't escape Shi Yang's observation, nor did she miss her initial contempt.
"Mrs. Jiang, where is your daughter?"
Mrs. Jiang was surprised that she would ask about Jiang Xueyan, so she told her truthfully, "Xueyan is touching up her makeup in the lounge and will be out in a little while."
Shi Yang remained calm: "Speaking of which, Miss Xueyan, my husband, and I all went to the same school. Back in school, Miss Xueyan seemed to admire my husband a lot. At the last alumni reunion, Miss Xueyan was very excited to see my husband."
Mrs. Jiang's expression changed; she understood the hidden warning in Shi Yang's words.
She initially thought she was just a pretty face, but when she met the woman's insightful eyes, that thought immediately vanished from her mind.
Indeed, a woman who could catch Ji Peiheng's eye would certainly not be an ordinary woman.
She replied subtly, "It is an honor for Xueyan to be an alumnus of the same school as Mrs. Ji and President Ji."
Shi Yang smiled and followed Ji Peiheng to another place.
They were both smart people; she knew Mrs. Jiang understood.
Mrs. Jiang understood; she knew perfectly well that her daughter was indulging in a pipe dream.
She didn't stop it before because she also believed that one day her dream would come true.
Now it seems that this can only be a dream.
However, she hadn't even had a chance to warn Jiang Xueyan.
Jiang Xueyan had already come out of the lounge. Lifting her skirt, she locked onto that proud young man in the crowd. He was surrounded by many people. No matter who spoke to him, he remained indifferent, his eyes always showing that nonchalant attitude. It was precisely this nonchalant attitude that gave him a sense of aloofness, like the moon in the clouds, forever untouchable.
Yet it also evokes in people the urge to hold that moon in their hands.
She called out, "Ji Peiheng!"
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