What was originally a mundane driving scene took on an indescribable meaning in Huo Yunchao's single glance, sparking a series of Goldbach conjectures.
Zhao Jiequn didn't mind and laughed, "You don't know, everyone in the investment circle is speculating about when you and your company will go public?"
The other guests at the table were all staring at Huo Yunchao; the topic was quite exciting.
"I've only been running my business for two or three years, it's still a long way from going public." Huo Yunchao said modestly, and then used serving chopsticks to add some more food for Xue Qiandai.
Everyone smiled without saying a word.
The dinner included several segments. After the host's opening remarks, two economists discussed the current economic situation. The host, a former CCTV employee, then spoke with several prominent female figures about their personal journeys.
Next came the dance. Everyone came with their partners, so there was plenty of dancing. The first dance was for each partner. After that, you could invite someone you liked.
Walking on the dance floor with Huo Yunchao, Xue Qiandai's eyes seemed to bloom with joy, radiant and fragrant. At that moment, his hand was on her waist, and she felt intensely hot all over.
Do you remember when they first met? The top student couldn't dance and stepped on Xue Qiandai's feet several times. After the dance, Xue Qiandai claimed her feet hurt and insisted that the beauty carry her for a kilometer.
After the dance, Zhao Jiequn invited Xue Qiandai to dance, but Jin Heng also joined in.
"Snow, may I dance with you?"
Xue Qiandai crossed her arms, looking relaxed. "Jin Heng, spend more time with your girlfriend; she doesn't look well."
Jin Heng didn't turn around, his expression cold and aloof. "She's perfectly fine."
“Miss Xue, did I invite you to dance in advance?” Zhao Jiequn was even more interested in this game.
With Huo Meiren present, Xue Qiandai had no desire to dance with anyone else. "Oh, Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry, I've been wearing high heels for too long and can barely move."
Zhao Jiequn did not force anyone to do anything against their will.
So neither of them made an appointment.
At the banquet's cocktail area, Hua Se coldly observed everything, then downed her third glass of red wine of the evening. Next to her stood a girl with heavy smoky makeup, very alluring.
"Your classmate, why don't you go over and say hello?" Hua Se suggested.
This girl, Guo Wen, is Xue Qiandai's classmate at ESMOD Paris Fashion School. Her older sister, Guo Fei, is a leading independent designer in China, whose work has been featured at Paris Fashion Week, solidifying her position in the country.
"She hasn't even graduated yet, what kind of classmate is she?"
Hua Se chuckled, "Yes, Xue always likes to drop out of school, she thinks she's Bill Gates or Elon Musk!"
Xue Qiandai dropped out of Tsinghua University to study fashion at ESMOD. After a year and a half, she dropped out again. Before, she was a pampered princess, and nobody talked about it; now she's the talk of the town.
The host's voice came from the center of the stage again: "A beautiful day, a delightful occasion. Contemporary women are actively appearing on every stage, and charity is also a cause they are happy to participate in. Now we will move on to the charity auction."
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