Pei Nian understood immediately, “Yes, getting He Yining’s hair or something is very easy. Besides, two of the people I trained are Mrs. He’s personal bodyguards, so getting something from them isn’t difficult either.”
Lin Zhaojiang smiled with satisfaction, then casually picked up Pang Hu and rubbed his little ears.
Fat Tiger whimpered, just then Song Wan came out of the kitchen with fruit. Seeing him "torturing" Fat Tiger, she slapped the back of his hand.
"Don't rub it so hard, it's still small!"
Lin Zhaojiang silently put Pang Hu down, his face full of helplessness.
"What were you two talking about just now?" Song Wan asked with a smile as she sat down next to Pei Nian.
Pei Nian wasn't good at lying, and was hesitating whether to tell the whole story when Lin Zhaojiang spoke up first: "Let's talk about this year's arts and culture festival."
"Um?"
“It’s an annual event in Yun City,” he chuckled.
The arts and culture gala has always been invested and hosted by Zhonglin Group, with several other prominent families in Yun City also participating, so everyone will be attending.
Many luminaries from the literary and artistic worlds will be present at this grand event, along with numerous figures from the entertainment industry. It's a star-studded and vibrant affair; calling this a grand ceremony is entirely fitting.
"This time we've even managed to invite three young masters from the Huo family, which is truly unprecedented!" Lin Zhaojiang laughed. "So this event is sure to be a grand spectacle."
Song Wan nodded, recalling the invitation she had seen on Xiao Liran's desk a couple of days ago. "So... Sister Ran is also an invited guest?"
“Yes,” Lin Zhaojiang said. “The Xiao family is one of the co-organizers, so of course she has to attend.”
"oh……"
Lin Zhaojiang took her hand and said softly, "Come with me."
"Me?" Song Wan hurriedly shook her head. "They're all top-tier people. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me to go?"
Lin Zhaojiang smiled gently, "Then I'll take you up this pyramid. See who's at the top? What do you say?"
*
Some time later, the arts and culture festival was held as scheduled. As Lin Zhaojiang said, it was an unprecedentedly grand event.
The banquet was a grand affair, with guests gathering in large numbers, and the entire hall shone brightly and was dazzling.
The Huo family's sons also became the focus of attention. Huo Junyu and his family of three were particularly eye-catching, with many people eager to curry favor with the Huo family surrounding them, making the little princess Huo Jiayuan unhappy—she thought this grand event would be fun, with food, drinks, and games, but it turned out to be exactly the same as the banquets she attended in Yangcheng, or even a more boring version!
Huo Jingnan and Pei Nian kept a low profile. They used their strengths as special forces soldiers and snipers to find a good position. They found an excellent hiding spot, got enough food and drinks, and settled in there to enjoy themselves.
Huo Junyang once again channeled his inner social butterfly, quickly becoming friends with big names and expanding the business of his comic studio. However, when young girls tried to chat him up, he would smile and show off the ring on his ring finger—"Sorry, I'm married!"
As the organizer, Lin Zhaojiang was the target of everyone's pursuit. He held Song Wan's hand the whole time, leading her through the crowd, and while socializing, he also thoughtfully adjusted her shawl and gently put his arm around her waist.
No woman could get close to him; his body and his heart were already filled by one woman.
After chatting with several guests again, Song Wan stretched her ankles, looking slightly tired.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Lin Zhaojiang asked in a low voice.
"No," she smiled, "it's just that my back and legs ache from standing in high heels for so long..."
"I'll go get you a pair of flat shoes to change into."
"No, thank you!" she quickly grabbed his arm. This dress definitely looks best with high heels!
"Don't worry, I can continue to be patient!"
"Oh, okay then," Lin Zhaojiang said deliberately. "After the banquet, I'll take you home. If you can't walk, I can carry you to bed..."
Song Wan blushed and pinched him hard, making the man laugh heartily.
At this moment, the assistant walked up to Lin Zhaojiang and whispered a few words to him.
Lin Zhaojiang nodded, then turned to Song Wan, "Come on, I'll take you to see someone."
"What?"
He didn't answer, but took her hand and led her directly to a middle-aged man.
Song Wan was somewhat bewildered. The man had his back to them and was talking to someone else. His back was straight, his posture upright, and his voice was loud and magnetic when he was chatting and laughing with others.
When he turned around, Song Wan saw his face clearly. Although he was middle-aged, he was still very elegant. A few strands of white hair at his temples did not make him look old, but rather highlighted his charm.
"President Lin!" The man warmly shook hands with Lin Zhaojiang.
Lin Zhaojiang gently put his arm around Song Wan's shoulder. "Mr. He, this is my fiancée, Song Wan. Wanwan, this is He Nianhui's father, He Cangwu."
The moment his eyes met Song Wan's, He Cangwu froze, his gaze lingering on her face for a long while. It wasn't until Lin Zhaojiang coughed twice that he looked away, a somewhat awkward twitch of his lips.
“Mr. He,” Lin Zhaojiang smiled, “my fiancée is also an author, and her book is currently on the bestseller list.”
“Oh…” He Cangwu came back to his senses. “Yes, I’ve heard of her. Miss Song is young and promising, with outstanding talent and a limitless future.”
"Mr. He, you flatter me." Song Wan replied politely. "I know that my qualifications are far from enough to attend this grand event. If it weren't for Zhao Jiang, I wouldn't have met you or so many outstanding seniors today."
He Cangwu smiled, and there seemed to be something different in his eyes.
"Old He!" A voice suddenly came from not far away, "Oh dear, you can't take your eyes off a young and pretty girl?"
Song Wan was taken aback and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Duan Jinrong standing in front of her.
She was dressed exceptionally beautifully today, wearing a gold cheongsam with a matching shawl, making her stand out even among female celebrities.
Duan Jinrong's gaze wasn't very friendly, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a mocking smile. He glanced at Lin Zhaojiang, then looked at Song Wan, and sneered, "I was just joking. Miss Song won't take offense, will she?"
Song Wan frowned but did not answer.
"Miss Song is absolutely stunning," Duan Jinrong laughed. "Men can't take their eyes off her, especially older men. Right, Lao He?"
“You…” He Cangwu glared at her, then gave her a look, indicating that Lin Zhaojiang was still nearby, “What nonsense are you talking about!”
However, Duan Jinrong was not buying it at all.
"Youth is truly wonderful! For people like us who are old and faded, no matter how beautifully we dress up, who are we going to show off to?"
"Miss Song, you need to take better care of yourself, otherwise it will be too late to regret it when you reach my age!"
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