Chapter 78 It seems some people are really addicted to stealing.
All eyes in the room instantly became focused.
Many employees looked around curiously, whispering among themselves about who this guest, who had been specially invited by the boss, was.
Fu Qinghuai sneered behind his mask, subtly tightening his grip on Xie Xun's hand.
Jiang Le gasped, muttering under his breath, "What's going on? How does Boss Liu know Ah Xun?"
Shen Zhaoyao gently squeezed his hand, signaling him to be quiet, but her gaze was fixed on Liu Yongchang in the center of the dance floor, her expression complex.
Xie Xun stood still, and the entire banquet hall was so quiet that you could hear the sound of waves.
Seeing this, Fu Qinghuai took half a step forward, firmly blocking Xie Xun behind him, his voice turning cold, "Mr. Liu, did you invite the wrong person?"
Liu Yongchang's lips curled up beneath the mask. "How could that be? I invited Mr. Xie."
He persistently reached out to Xie Xun again, his wristwatch gleaming coldly under the light.
The strangest thing is that the lower half of his face, which is visible under the mask, has a lip shape and jawline that are seven or eight parts similar to Fu Qinghuai's. If you didn't know better, you would think that he and Fu Qinghuai are related by blood.
"It seems some people are really addicted to stealing."
"Mr. Fu, you've misunderstood. I just wanted to dance with Mr. Xie."
Liu Yongchang chuckled, paused, and then deliberately imitated Fu Qinghuai's tone, "After all, I should have been his dance partner tonight."
Xie Xun suddenly grabbed Fu Qinghuai's arm and stepped forward, "Okay."
Under Fu Qinghuai's suddenly cold gaze, he calmly added, "Since Mr. Liu is so eager to jump, then let him jump."
"Mr. Xie is exceptionally charming tonight."
Liu Yongchang stretched out his hand smugly, lowered his voice and tried to imitate Fu Qinghuai's magnetic tone, which only made people feel cold and creepy, "I wonder if Mr. Xie is satisfied with my hospitality?"
Xie Xun gently placed his hand on his shoulder, a corner of the talisman peeking out from his sleeve. "Mr. Liu, you've gone to so much trouble."
As the music began, the two glided onto the dance floor to the rhythm.
To outsiders, it may seem like an elegant waltz, but beneath the surface, a turbulent undercurrent is brewing.
Xie Xun couldn't dance at all. He grew up in a paper craft shop and had never even been to a bar, let alone a high-society waltz.
The first step I took was to step on Liu Yongchang's leather shoes.
"Sorry," Xie Xun said expressionlessly, then stumbled again and stepped on it a second time.
Liu Yongchang's smile froze slightly. "It's not closed..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xie Xun stepped on his toes again with perfect accuracy.
The force he used this time was so great that it's hard not to suspect that he did it on purpose.
"Excuse me,"
Xie Xun replied calmly, "I'm not very good at dancing."
Other guests also entered the dance floor one after another.
Jiang Le nimbly twirled around, pulling Shen Zhaoyao along, and even winked at Xie Xun as they passed. In comparison, Xie Xun and Liu Yongchang seemed particularly clumsy.
The main problem is that Xie Xun has been unilaterally stepping on my feet.
"Mr. Xie..."
Liu Yongchang gritted his teeth and tried to guide the dance steps, but Xie Xun was like a completely unruly puppet, each step precisely hitting his sore spots.
What made Liu Yongchang even more distressed was that Xie Xun's fingertips, resting on his shoulder, held a talisman that was burning his soul through his clothes.
On the surface, it appears that Xie Xun is clumsily learning to dance, but in reality, Liu Yongchang is enduring double torment on his own, without being able to say it out loud.
"It seems Mr. Xie is indeed... not very good at dancing." Liu Yongchang forced a smile, but cold sweat was already beading on his forehead.
"Hmm." Xie Xun responded and stomped down again, this time adding more force with a talisman.
Fu Qinghuai watched the dance floor with a pleasant mood, picked up his cocktail and took a sip.
Even though Xunxun can't dance, he can still crush the clueless thief without any chance to fight back. It's really satisfying.
Jiang Le walked past in circles and whispered to Shen Zhaoyao, "I didn't expect A-Xun to be such a bad dancer!"
Shen Zhaoyao glanced at Liu Yongchang's unpleasant expression, which was still visible even through his mask, and said softly, "It may not be a bad thing."
In less than five minutes, Liu Yongchang's expression grew increasingly grim.
Xie Xun's every step landed firmly on his most painful spot. What was even more terrifying was that he felt the wisp of remnant soul that he had finally managed to refine was violently vibrating inside his body, almost bursting out.
"Enough!"
Liu Yongchang abruptly released his grip, his voice trembling as he suppressed the pain, "Since Mr. Xie is not good at dancing, we don't need to force him."
As he spoke, he almost staggered back two steps, barely managing to maintain his composure as he smiled at everyone, "Please enjoy the dinner, I'll be there shortly."
As soon as he left the dance floor, Liu Yongchang was helped away by his assistant and walked away quickly, his back looking as if he was being chased by some raging beast.
Fu Qinghuai walked over to Xie Xun, handed him a glass of beautifully colored fruit wine, and chuckled, "Well done, my Xunxun is great."
Xie Xun took the wine glass and found Liu Yongchang utterly ridiculous.
He was the one who invited me to dance, but after being stepped on a few times, he ran away in a panic.
He was in a good mood and took a sip without much thought. The fruit wine was sweet and refreshing, with no alcohol taste at all.
"This drink is good." He took another big gulp.
"Yeah?"
Fu Qinghuai raised an eyebrow. "However, this is wine."
Xie Xun paused, but it was too late. Not long after, he felt his cheeks burning and his vision blurred.
"Xunxun?" Fu Qinghuai immediately noticed that something was wrong with him.
Xie Xun suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him close. Fu Qinghuai was caught off guard and met his pair of bright, fox-like eyes.
The drunken youth's eyes were slightly red at the corners, with the outer corners of his eyes slightly upturned, carrying an uneasy flirtatious air.
"I'm fine...hehe..."
The alcohol gave his fair skin a pale pink hue, and even his voice had a soft, nasal tone, "But that Liu Yongchang... why should he imitate you?"
All the surrounding guests looked over.
Fu Qinghuai quickly supported his swaying body, placing his palm on his slender waist.
Instead of dodging, Xie Xun, who was drunk, pressed himself against him, his forehead against Xie Xun's shoulder, his warm breath spraying on Xie Xun's neck.
"You're drunk," Fu Qinghuai said, but his arms tightened around him in a more honest way.
"Not drunk..."
Xie Xun tilted her head back, her lips brushing against his chin, and said, word by word, "He imitated your walk... imitated your smile... and did a really bad job..."
Fu Qinghuai felt the unusual docility of the person in his arms, a hint of secret joy flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
The person who usually wouldn't even let him touch her much was now clinging to him, all soft and yielding. It felt really good.
"Huh?"
Jiang Lehui happened to return and saw this scene. Her eyes widened in surprise. "What happened to A-Xun?"
"I drank too much fruit wine."
Fu Qinghuai pulled the person closer to his chest, and Fu Qinghuai rubbed against his chest and whimpered like a kitten.
"Headache……"
Xie Xun complained softly, his voice gentle and sweet, completely unlike his usual aloof demeanor. He still tugged at Fu Qinghuai's hand like a spoiled cat, "I want to rub... quickly..."
Fu Qinghuai almost lost his composure and quickly raised his hand to gently press his temples.
Xie Xun squinted comfortably, his eyelashes fluttering, and he let out a satisfied sigh.
Jiang Lehui was completely dumbfounded.
Who would have thought that my usually aloof childhood friend would become so clingy when drunk?
Or rather... does she only cling to her boyfriend?
"More..."
Xie Xun grumbled in dissatisfaction, grabbing Fu Qinghuai's hand and pressing it against his face, "It hurts here too..."
Jiang Lehui's hand holding the phone was shaking, and her face turned red as she tried to suppress her laughter.
While enjoying the pleasure of having a beauty in his arms, Fu Qinghuai pretended to be calm and said to everyone, "He can't hold his liquor well, please excuse him."
"You feel so cold..."
Xie Xun was practically hanging on Fu Qinghuai, his mask having been removed at some point, his cheek gently rubbing against the other's neck, "Comfortable..."
Fu Qinghuai suppressed a laugh and whispered in his ear, "I'll massage it for you again when we get back, okay?"
"don't want!"
Xie Xun shook his head willfully, a seductive blush rising at the corners of his eyes, "Right now..."
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