Wishing you happiness is a lie, but wishing you happiness is the truth.
They went from faking it to taking it real, and in the end, they developed feelings for each other.
Hua Se looked around again, saw no one, and pretended to brush past them. "Come to Panhai International tonight."
"I'm not going. What would I do there?" Yuan Mu kicked the ground, unhappy and seeking attention and reassurance.
Hua Se laughed and said, "Whether you come or not is up to you."
*
On the waterfront platform, jazz music filled the air, and the banquet turned into a dance party.
The socialites and gentlemen of the capital city have already begun dancing.
"Mr. Zhao, your wife is so elegant and charming, wouldn't you like to invite her for a dance?" Huo Yunchao raised his wine glass to Zhao Sheng.
Zhao Sheng smiled, "Yun Chao, you want to dance with your girlfriend now, don't you? When you first started your business and started to show promise, I was already thinking how wonderful it would be if you became my son-in-law! A perfect match between father-in-law and son-in-law..."
Thoughts swirled in his peach blossom eyes as Huo Yunchao took a small sip of red wine. "I think your daughter's boyfriend is quite good. Parents love their children, and only when their children are truly happy do they want them to be, right?"
Zhao Sheng, leaning on his cane, approached Madam Zhao, his right hand pressed against his chest, displaying the demeanor of an old-fashioned gentleman. "Madam, this cheongsam suits you very well, and it's also perfect for you to be the dance queen tonight."
As expected, experience counts; even his sweet talk is so flamboyant.
Madam Zhao was still chatting amiably with Xue Qiandai when she heard her husband's words. Her first reaction was to look at Xue Qiandai, "We're getting on in years..."
“Even at our age, we need romance. Besides, we should give the younger generation some space.” Zhao Sheng pulled his wife up and danced with perfect steps.
Xue Qiandai wondered if Huo Meiren would invite her to dance like this when she got old. Before she even got old, her beauty had already arrived and promptly blocked her rival in love.
Zhao Jiequn had finally waited until her father took her stepmother away, and ran over, only to be beaten to it by Huo Yunchao. "Mr. Huo, you dance first, and I'll dance second, okay?"
Anyway, let's get in line first.
How can I allow someone else to sleep soundly beside my bed? Huo Yunchao's eyes were dangerous. "Dai Dai's high heels are just right for a dance."
Zhao Jiequn: "..."
"Strong, then let's just not let anyone jump." He didn't dare say that, because Mr. Huo was his father's illegitimate son—oops, he'd been led astray by Rong Xiao.
Actually, Xue Qiandai didn't want to treat Young Master Zhao like this, after all, he had helped her twice. However, the beauty was just too jealous. She put her arm around Huo Meiren's shoulder and transformed into a dance queen in the next second.
"My lady, Young Master Zhao has helped me twice." It was a very important favor. Xue Qiandai thought for a moment, then decided to tell him the truth.
Huo Yunchao said "Oh", "Then I'll pay him back later."
It is only natural that a husband should repay his wife's debts.
They just couldn't tolerate their own little fairy dancing with someone else.
Zhao Jiequn's hand was still in an inviting gesture. Damn, they were a match made in heaven. He felt superfluous and couldn't possibly intrude on their world.
Then, to his surprise, someone offered themselves to him, and their hands were even smooth. What kind of girl is so bold? Damn, when he saw the person's face, Zhao Jiequn was horrified. "Damn it, I don't like men."
The hand belongs to Rong Xiao.
“You want to dance with Consort Dai, and so do I, but the problem is that Huo Yunchao, that jealous bastard, won’t allow it. Since we’re in the same boat, let’s comfort each other,” Rong Xiao said emphatically.
"Who the hell wants your stinky man's comfort?" Zhao Jiequn was hysterical, watching Huo Yunchao and Xue Qiandai slide past her, and then seeing her sister happily teaching Lan Shan to dance.
Rong Xiao ignored his resistance, and twirled his fingertips under his arm with a smooth motion.
Rong attacked Zhao.
Many people on the platform stopped and watched the two men.
I must say, they're quite pleasing to the eye.
The key is that she's good-looking, but it seems like her roles are reversed.
Zhao Jiequn was furious. It was just a dance, who was afraid of who? "Hey, you've got it wrong, I'm the top."
Full of charisma and bromance, her dance is breathtaking.
"You can think of me as Consort Dai." Rong Xiao spared no effort in striking a pose, deeply immersed in the role.
He compared himself to Consort Dai, and thus regarded Zhao Jiequn as Huo Yunchao. Tsk tsk, while not quite matching the real beauty, he's not bad either. How many young masters in the capital can rival him?
*
This is the first time Blue Mountain has danced.
He has dedicated his entire life to coffee beans.
Zhao Jiening noticed his discomfort. "It's okay if you don't know how, I can teach you."
"It will step on your foot."
She looked beautiful in her high heels today, and Lanshan couldn't bear to see her in pain.
"How can he be so cute?" Zhao Jiening's eyes were full of joy. If there weren't so many people around, she would have wanted to kiss her coffee prince. "You'll get it after a few tries. Let's go slowly."
Lan Shan looked around at the people around him, stiffly holding onto her slender waist, his fingers trembling.
"Dai Dai and the others danced so well! Wow, your brother and Rong Xiao were great too!" Lan Shan couldn't help but praise others.
Zhao Jiening pouted, turned his face towards her, and made him look at her directly. "Hey, Rufeng, isn't your little princess pretty? You've been neglecting her."
The little princess was certainly lovely, but Lan Shan dared not look at her. For the first time, he realized that he wasn't so upright after all; when he was with her, wicked thoughts would arise in his mind.
They'd stumbled through a dance, but the music had changed—lighter and more melodious. Lanshan suggested, "How about we take a break?"
She said okay.
A well-dressed rich second-generation heir approached them, holding a wine glass, looking down at Lanshan with a grin: "Jie Ning, is this your... new love?"
The visitor was hostile, and their tone was also unfriendly.
Lan Shan instinctively stepped in front of Zhao Jiening, asking, "Who are you?"
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