But how could An Qian listen? She hated the man so much after being tricked like this.
She wants this bitch to become the laughing stock of the entire capital tonight!
Tang Xili in the crowd here doesn't know that An Qian is plotting to deal with her.
She was brought by Ji Fuzheng to a long table filled with Western desserts.
Ji Fuzheng's beautiful hands held the delicate plate, picked up the tongs, and whispered to her, "Which one do you want? Raspberry mousse? Caramel brûlée? Lemon tart? English scone?"
"casual."
Ji Fuzheng picked up a piece of raspberry mousse and put it on the plate. He then took out a dessert spoon from the sterilizer, placed it next to the plate, and held it in front of Tangxi Pear with both hands.
"Please come in, sister." The boy had a sunny smile on his face.
Tang Xili was about to reach out to take it when suddenly a familiar male voice came from behind her, "Miss Tang Xi, what a coincidence."
She looked back and saw a white figure in her sight.
The man stood on the lawn one meter away, wearing a straight and exquisite handmade white suit, which made his figure look more slender and well-proportioned, like a towering pine or bamboo, with outstanding demeanor.
His superior height and appearance made him look tall and handsome against the backdrop of the crowd.
The light poured down on him like a dream, as white as the snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon beside the clouds.
"Hello, Mr. Yong." Tang Xili's eyes were calm, and her tone was also calm.
Chen Zui, who was standing by, saw that she was not at all moved when she suddenly saw the third brother, and couldn't help but glance at the third brother carefully.
Just now, when the third brother saw little Ali appear with Ji Fuzheng, he was very jealous.
Although he didn't say it, he felt it.
Alas... the revolution hasn't even begun, and the enemy has already appeared. What a sin...
Chen Zui sighed in his heart, but smiled brightly on the surface, "Good evening, little Ali. Master Ji, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Mr. Chen." Ji Fuzheng responded enthusiastically. He and Chen Zui knew each other and had raced together before, so they were neither strangers nor familiar with each other.
After greeting Chen Zui, Ji Fuzheng's gaze fell on Yong Zhixu, and he looked him up and down. This man was so handsome, he had never seen him before.
He stood behind Tang Xili, lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Sister, who is he?"
"You don't know?" Tang Xili thought the matter was a little funny.
On the day she came back, he advised her like an old woman, telling her not to mess with Mr. Yong San, but after all this time he didn't even recognize him.
"He is the Third Master Yong whom you told me not to mess with." Tang Xili tilted her head and whispered to him in the same voice.
The intimate posture of whispering at such a close distance made the man opposite jealous to death.
My heart was filled with sourness, as if a basin of lemon juice had been poured over my head. I wanted to throw that annoying man into the Pacific Ocean.
But he has his own position and knows that he has no right to be jealous.
He's not hers, just a friend at best.
Ji Fuzheng on the opposite side was so shocked that his eyes widened when he learned that he was the famous Master Yong San. He tilted his head in disbelief and blinked several times at Tang Xili.
Is Zundu fake?
"Haha..." He laughed dryly and stretched out a hand. "Hello, Third Master. Nice to meet you. I'm Ji Fuzheng. I've long heard of your great reputation. Seeing you today, I can see that you're truly worthy of your reputation. Haha..."
He smiled so much that he was fawning on the powerful that Tang Xili almost felt embarrassed for others.
Yong Zhixu felt ashamed when he saw Ji Fuzheng's cheerful and flattering smile. How could he be so dark as to think of throwing someone into the Pacific Ocean?
So ungraceful.
Should be thrown into the Arctic Ocean.
He stretched out his injured and bandaged left hand to shake hands with Ji Fuzheng.
Ji Fuzheng stretched out his left hand, and seeing that he also had a left hand, he quickly changed to his right hand and shook hands with him.
"Third Master, nice to meet you." He gently held the man's injured hand, lifted it up and asked curiously, "How did your hand get injured?"
"It's just a minor injury." Yong Zhixu said indifferently and withdrew his hand very slowly.
Looking at his hand still holding the gauze, Tang Xili's eyes flickered.
The scene of that night came to mind. She wanted to hurt herself to suppress the aphrodisiac, but he grabbed the scalpel without caring about his own safety and said to her, "Don't hurt yourself. Let's go somewhere else. There must be a way."
He also said firmly: "It is important to save her first."
"Mr. Yong, is your hand not healed yet?" Tang Xili felt a little ashamed, as if she had overlooked this matter.
"I'm almost well. Thank you for your concern, Miss Tangxi." Yong Zhixu smiled at her, but his eyes revealed a fragile look of pretending to be strong.
It was like being abandoned, very aggrieved, but too stubborn to say anything.
Chen Zui on the side: "..."
He finally understood now why the wound had to be wrapped with several layers of gauze in the afternoon when a large Band-Aid would suffice.
So I was waiting here.
What a cunning scheme.
Looking at the man's aggrieved yet strong eyes, Tang Xili felt even more guilty.
In the past, when people around her were injured, she would automatically ignore it and didn’t care about anyone. Even when she herself was injured, she didn’t think it was a big deal.
Admittedly, she forgot one thing. Mr. Yong was not someone she knew very well, and out of responsibility, she should show her concern for him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yong, I..." What should she say?
In fact, she is not someone who cares about others. She is so cold-hearted at heart.
When she looked up, she found that the man was staring at her, waiting for her to continue. Tang Xili was a little at a loss. What should she say to appear that she was not heartless?
For the first time, she felt the urge to escape.
I thought so and did it, "I'm going to the bathroom."
After saying this, she left in a hurry.
Yong Zhixu was expecting her to say something, but what he saw was her fleeing in panic, and he felt a little disappointed.
He just wanted her to talk to him, wanted her to keep her eyes on him, that's all...
Here, Tang Xili didn't go to the bathroom, but just found a quiet place to think.
Buy some fruit tomorrow and go visit him?
Buy him flowers? Or something he likes?
She considered the matter with the few emotions she had.
After thinking for a while, I decided to buy some fruit.
After it was finalized, the guilt that weighed on Tang Xili's heart dissipated a lot. She adjusted her feather shawl and prepared to go back.
Unexpectedly, after she had taken a few steps, several women in gorgeous dresses blocked her way.
"It was you, this vixen, who seduced Master Ji and ruined the marriage between the An and Ji families?"
"How could anyone know that someone is a traitor? And you dare to come to the An family's party? You are truly shameless."
They started swearing as soon as they came up, their voices so loud that they instantly attracted the attention of other people at the party.
People looked over, their eyes full of curiosity and gossip.
Tang Xili frowned as she looked at these rich girls who appeared from nowhere.
Who are these people and why are they scolding her?
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