"Where is your girlfriend?" one of the rich second generation asked with anticipation. After all, they were curious about what kind of woman Jing Cheng could be so fascinated by that he actually slapped the face of the eldest daughter of the Xie family.
Jing Cheng had a smile on his face. How could he not know what these people were thinking?
He was very confident about Cheng Siyu's appearance, "You will see her later."
This sentence aroused the curiosity of the rich second generation, and their eyes were fixed on the entrance.
The other socialites were whispering to each other, all of them laughing at Xie Shizhu.
Xie Shizhu got out of the car and walked to the hotel entrance in high heels. The security guards standing at the entrance were a little stunned when they saw Xie Shizhu. It was not until Xie Shizhu handed the invitation letter to one of the security guards that they reluctantly looked away.
Entering the hall, the high heels made a crisp sound when they hit the ground, and then suddenly stopped.
Xie Shizhu stopped and looked at the woman walking towards him from the bathroom.
Cheng Siyu was in disbelief for a moment, looking her up and down, as if she couldn't believe that the stunning and sexy woman in front of her was Xie Shizhu.
Xie Shizhu curled her red lips slightly: "Aren't you going in?"
Cheng Siyu tightened her hands on both sides, and Xie Shizhu glanced down, lingering on her hands for a few seconds.
Jing Cheng took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, shook it a few times, and stared at the banquet entrance. But he felt a little uneasy, afraid that these rich second-generations would have bad intentions after seeing Siyu.
He was standing next to other wealthy second-generations. As he looked over, one of them casually mentioned, "It looks like your brother will be coming too."
Jing Cheng's fingertips gripping the wine glass paused, and he said stiffly, "What does it have to do with me?"
The rich second generation smiled awkwardly and said nothing more.
After a while, two figures slowly appeared at the banquet, one in red and one in white. The rich second generation and socialites stopped talking and looked in the same direction.
Xie Shizhu wore a red backless fishtail dress. The silk fabric outlined her tall and slender figure, and the slender straps on her shoulders made her skin look as white as cream.
Her usually slightly heroic facial features also exude a sophisticated beauty because of her makeup.
Compared to Xie Shizhu's graceful and elegant gestures, Cheng Siyu beside her was half a head shorter than her and seemed a little petty.
The banquet was completely silent, as most people came to see Xie Shizhu's dejection after being dumped. It was obvious that Xie Shizhu was not affected at all, and instead looked more stunning than before.
The rich second-generations standing next to Jingcheng had no time to look at his girlfriend, and all their eyes were on Xie Shizhu.
Jing Cheng's worries were obviously unnecessary.
Cheng Siyu realized that she had no presence, her face turned pale, and she trotted to Jing Cheng in her high heels, putting some distance between herself and Xie Shizhu.
The rich second generation all complained in their hearts, it seems that Jingcheng has poor taste and his girlfriend is nothing special.
Xie Shizhu walked to the center of the banquet, looked around, took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray in her high heels, and found a sofa to sit down. Although there were different looks from people around her, she didn't bother to care.
Cheng Siyu returned to Jingcheng and noticed that his eyes were always glancing at Xie Shizhu. Cheng Siyu felt uncomfortable and leaned against Jingcheng coquettishly, which made Jingcheng focus his attention on her.
"Acheng, Miss Xie looks so beautiful today." Cheng Siyu sighed slightly.
Jing Ben was still surprised that Xie Shizhu had such a good figure, but was suddenly interrupted by Cheng Siyu's words. He then sneered: "Beautiful? I think it's only the dress that looks good. If you wear this, you will look hundreds of times better than Xie Shizhu."
Cheng Siyu lowered her head and raised a slightly smug smile.
In a moment, two people came into the banquet hall. The smile on Jing Cheng's face instantly disappeared when he saw the newcomers.
The wealthy second-generation socialites who were drinking and chatting at the banquet were somewhat surprised to see Jing Yan.
According to Jing Yan's personality, he would basically not attend such banquets. In the circle of rich second-generations, most of them rely on their families for food, drink and entertainment. Birds of a feather flock together, and thus small groups are formed.
Rich second-generations like Jing Yan, who focus on their careers, are incompatible with them.
But most people knew that no matter how hard he worked, it would be a thankless task, and he would not be the future president of Jing Group.
When everyone's eyes were on Jing Yan, a touch of red appeared beside Jing Yan. The woman lowered her eyes, a smile on her lips, "Here I come."
"Well," Jing Yan raised his wrist to check the time, then said apologetically, "Something at the company delayed me. Sorry."
Xie Shizhu smiled indifferently, raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The waiter hurried over to the two of them. She picked up two glasses of champagne from the tray and handed one to Jing Yan.
Jing Yan took it and the two of them clinked their glasses lightly.
They looked at each other and drank the wine.
Xie Shizhu also understood the meaning of his coming here.
Jingcheng saw the whole scene and frowned in displeasure.
The assistant behind Jing Yan said a few words to Xie Shizhu briefly, and then the three of them went to the lounge of the banquet together, leaving only their backs to everyone.
As soon as they left, the quiet atmosphere immediately became noisy.
One of the ladies asked curiously, "When did Xie Shizhu become so familiar with Jing Yan?"
"I don't know," another socialite said with dissatisfaction in her eyes.
Most of them like Jing Yan, who is steady and handsome. Compared with other rich second-generations who live a life of luxury, Jing Yan is the top choice.
The only downside is being in a wheelchair and not being heir.
Jing Cheng stared at their backs, and a chill escaped from his nose.
In the lounge, Jing Yan slightly adjusted his tie, his deep eyes fixed on the woman opposite him, and he extended a hand, "It's a pleasure to work with you."
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