Director Irwin chuckled and said gentlemanly in Cantonese, "It's alright, I can help you jump slowly. Besides, even just standing there, this beautiful lady is enough to make people swoon."
As he spoke, he made an inviting gesture, lightly supporting Ning Yuan's waist, and led her into the dance floor.
As the melodious waltz music began, Director Erwin led Ning Yuan in dancing to the music.
After this period of training, Ning Yuan is now able to dance a beautiful waltz with ease.
“Miss Ning, your return to the Hong Kong government this time has really caused quite a stir. Thank you to the Ning family for donating money to help the fishermen’s children with their education, and thank you also to the Ning family for donating anti-smuggling boats to us,” Director Irwin said with a smile.
"Everything is for the prosperity and stability of Hong Kong." Ning Yuan smiled politely, responding to Director Erwin's pleasantries.
Her gaze drifted imperceptibly towards Rong Zhaonan, who was standing by the dance floor.
He stood there with his hands crossed in front of him, expressionless, his eyes and expression unreadable, like a competent and vigilant security guard.
Ning Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After the opening dance, the banquet hall was brightly lit, filled with elegant attire and lively conversation. To the accompaniment of melodious music, male and female guests gracefully took to the stage to dance.
When the music ended, Director Erwin graciously escorted Ning Yuan back to Ning Bing'an's side.
Next up is the highlight of tonight's charity gala – a ceremony to donate scholarships for fishermen's children and anti-smuggling boats to the General Administration of Customs.
As the main donors, Ning Yuan and Ning Bing'an went on stage together to receive Director Erwin's thanks and the certificate of honor.
The flashbulbs kept going off, capturing this glamorous moment.
Looking at Ning Yuan, who was poised and elegant on the stage, Rong Zhaonan's eyes darkened, a complex and profound light flashing within them.
After the ceremony, the atmosphere in the banquet hall became even more lively. Guests gathered in small groups, chatting and laughing.
Champagne and red wine sway gracefully in crystal glasses.
After dealing with several ladies who came to chat, Ning Yuan finally found a moment of respite.
She immediately picked up a delicate little cake and a glass of champagne and walked towards Rong Zhaonan, who was standing in the corner.
Rong Zhaonan was still wearing sunglasses, his hands clasped in front of him, standing there like a statue.
"Here, for you." Ning Yuan handed the cake to him, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible intimacy.
Rong Zhaonan looked at the cake Ning Yuan handed him and said indifferently, "I'm not hungry, you can eat it yourself."
"Have some, I got this especially for you." Ning Yuan handed the cake to him again—
"The pastry chef at this hotel is from France and is very famous."
Rong Zhaonan glanced down at the glass of beautifully colored liquid, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Security personnel are not allowed to drink alcohol or eat casually while performing their duties; these are regulations."
"You're not allowed to drink either. Have you forgotten that you can't drink alcohol?" Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow.
“I know, but you’re not really a security guard.” Ning Yuan wasn’t annoyed. She put the champagne aside, picked up another glass, and took a small sip.
"My etiquette teacher taught me that some so-called champagne is actually sparkling fruit juice with negligible alcohol content. I had a little bit last time, and it was sweet and quite delicious."
Rong Zhaonan looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes behind his sunglasses: "You seem to be getting more and more used to these kinds of occasions."
"People always learn to adapt to their circumstances and be content with their lot." Ning Yuan smiled faintly, her eyes crinkling, and took a bite of cake.
"In the fields, on the streets, in the workplace, in schools, or even in this capitalist world of glitz and glamour, as the great man said, they are just different arenas of struggle."
As Rong Zhaonan looked at her, he felt that for a moment, a kind of clarity and indifference that was completely out of place with her age flashed across her delicate doll-like face.
But the next moment, she suddenly turned her head, tilted it, and gave him a slightly flirtatious smile that only he could see—
"Besides, is it so easy to be a taxpayer? How can you afford to support a 'good thing' like you? Keeping a mistress also costs a lot of money, and someone like you is much more expensive than a female celebrity."
Comrade Rong Zhaonan, who was instantly "objectified," was choked by her words, narrowed his eyes, and felt his ears inexplicably burning.
This rabbit spirit is getting more and more...
Before he could say anything, Ning Bing'an walked over from not far away, holding a wine glass.
Ning Bing'an didn't even glance at Rong Zhaonan, treating him as if he were invisible.
A perfectly measured smile graced his handsome, aloof face as he spoke in a gentle and polite tone: "Little sister, may I have this dance?"
Ning Yuan knew, of course, that as the main characters and major donors of the evening, she and Ning Bing'an were the ones who were supposed to start the second dance.
She looked at Rong Zhaonan, but the latter only had a cold face and said indifferently, "Seventh Miss, your foot is injured, don't jump for too long."
"Okay." Ning Yuan understood and said with a smile.
Ning Bing'an watched this scene with a dark glint in his narrow eyes.
Before he left, he suddenly handed the wine glass from Ning Yuan's hand to Rong Zhaonan and said coldly, "You've worked hard."
Then he led Ning Yuan, who was momentarily stunned, into the dance floor.
Tony felt a chill run down his spine. Wasn't this treating Rong Zhaonan like a waiter?! This was a blatant reminder to Rong Zhaonan to be mindful of his status!
He glanced at Rong Zhaonan furtively, only to see that the other man had a cold expression and was holding the champagne-colored liquid in silence.
Rong Zhaonan looked up at the magnificent dance floor, where tango music was playing, and Ning Bing'an supported Ning Yuan's slender waist.
A round of enthusiastic applause erupted, surrounding the couple in the center of the stage.
Ning Bing'an was handsome and elegant, while Ning Yuan was bright and beautiful. Their dance steps were neat and graceful, like a perfect couple.
Under the dazzling lights, they looked like a perfect couple from a painting.
Rong Zhaonan stood there quietly, his gaze never leaving Ning Yuan's figure.
Tony looked at him, feeling inwardly helpless. Watching his woman dance with another man, and being unable to do anything about it—wasn't this guy just asking for trouble?
Why do you have to come along?
"Honor..."
As Rong Zhaonan listened to the music, he suddenly spoke up, saying in a calm tone in English, "I can dance too. I can do waltz, tango, and rumba."
Tony was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Rong Zhaonan would suddenly say this, especially in English.
Before he could think about it, he saw Rong Zhaonan lower his eyes and place the champagne glass on the table.
"I'll go patrol the area," Rong Zhaonan said casually.
Then he turned and walked toward a corner of the banquet hall, his tall figure quickly disappearing into the crowd.
Tony watched his retreating figure, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
Speaking English is because I don't want to say things in my most commonly used language that I find laughable.
He can dance, but he's not qualified to dance here with his woman.
He was isolated from her world.
At this moment, he was merely a "security guard" accompanying a young lady to the banquet...
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