The crystal chandelier cast a soft glow in the center of the dance floor.
The young men and women changed into formal attire, exuding elegance and sophistication as they conversed.
Ye Yuhe had already been pulled into the dance floor by Chu Yao.
The guests were almost all in pairs.
Chu Wuyang stood alone at the edge, looking somewhat embarrassed, and was preparing to leave quietly.
However, a tall, slender figure slowly walked over and blocked her way.
Yang Jinchu smiled slightly, extended his hand to her in a gentlemanly manner, and spoke in a gentle tone:
Would you do me the honor of dancing for me?
Chu Wuyang was stunned and looked at him in surprise.
Yang Jinchu wore a custom-made dark blue suit, which was well-tailored and made her look tall and slender. Her silver-gray shirt and deep burgundy tie were understated yet luxurious.
Why is Yang Jinchu here?
Chu Wuyang thought about it again. The upper class and celebrities of Haicheng were all there. He had a close relationship with the Chu family, so it was only natural that he was invited as an honored guest.
However... in such a setting, it would be too conspicuous for him to reach out his hand to her.
Her gaze swept around, and she noticed that quite a few people were casting inquiring glances at her.
They even whispered among themselves.
Refusing outright would seem petty and would put you in a passive position.
Thinking of this, she smiled slightly, reached out, and gently placed her hand on Yang Jinchu's palm.
The music flowed gently, and the two moved in perfect unison, twirling under the lights.
The scene resembles a fairy tale from bygone days of nobility.
The guests whispered among themselves:
"It's a match made in heaven."
However, at this moment, at the edge of the dance floor, a tall figure slowly stepped into the hall.
Jingmin arrived late.
He wore a perfectly tailored black custom suit, his slender figure bathed in light and shadow, his collar slightly open, and his loose tie exuding a casual yet undeniably noble air.
His gaze swept across the intertwined figures in the center of the dance floor like a blade, his fingers slowly tightening, and a suppressed anger surging in his eyes.
Jealousy swept in like a tidal wave.
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