Chapter 143 I thought I was not in the banquet hall, but at Notre Dame Cathedral.
This glamorous banquet was held at the estate of a nobleman from country F.
The manor is a classic French-style building, situated on a vast plain, surrounded by lush trees, quiet and magnificent.
Luxury cars stopped in front of the manor's iron gate and were then driven away by chauffeurs.
Before Wen Yao and her companion even entered the gate, they heard elegant classical music. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw an orchestra playing on the lawn inside the manor.
Wen Yao dutifully played the role of a caged bird, following half a step behind Fu Jinzhi, and whispered, "A lot of people from H country have come."
Unable to hold Wen Yao's hand, Fu Jinzhi rubbed his hands together in frustration. He suddenly felt that the canary play wasn't so great after all.
Fu Jinzhi: "After all, H country is now the largest country with a large population. The consequence of having confidence wherever they go is that there are H country people everywhere."
Wen Yao's eyes crinkled into crescents. Although this was a fictional world, she felt a surge of excitement every time she heard that H Country was already the world's number one power.
Back when the overall strength of nations in the world wasn't as great, the people of Country H were notorious street thugs; now, it goes without saying.
Before the banquet officially began, Fu Jinzhi and Wen Yao chose a place to sit down. Wen Yao leaned against his chest, looking as soft and delicate as a little lover.
The two are both good-looking and have attracted a lot of attention.
A woman of H country appearance, dressed in luxurious clothes, covered her mouth with a feather fan and whispered to her companion:
"That must be Fu Jinzhi. He's become even more mature and handsome over the years."
Ms. Li, standing next to her, was slightly taken aback: "Who is that? You know, I haven't been back to H country for over ten years."
The woman with the feather fan clicked her tongue: "The head of the Fu Group, huh? Young, promising, handsome, and rich."
"There were rumors that he wasn't interested in women. I don't know how his mistress managed to win him over. She's really something."
After a few sighs, the woman with the feather fan's eyes lit up. "Haven't you always wanted to snag a rich husband? Why don't you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Miss Li interrupted her, "How could a man of this caliber be handled by my mediocre skills?"
The woman with the feather fan rolled her eyes: "Who told you to go and hook up with Fu Jinzhi? I meant you should go and learn from his little mistress's tricks!"
"Don't think it's lowly. If you really learn the kung fu, your whole family might be able to jump over social classes."
Upon hearing this, Ms. Li, encouraged by the look of the woman with the feather fan, slowly approached Wen Yao and the other woman.
Ms. Li was actually somewhat dissatisfied. She considered herself to have high emotional intelligence and be tactful, able to adjust her strategy based on the other party's reaction.
For example, Ms. Feather Fan's family is a wealthy family rooted in F country. She pretended to be ambitious and honest according to the other party's preferences and successfully entered the other party's social circle.
Miss Li didn't think she could learn anything from Wen Yao at all; she was just going along with what the Feather Fan lady said.
She raised a glass of champagne, pretending to admire the scenery, and wandered around Wen Yao and her companion, but in reality, she was eavesdropping on their conversation.
Wen Yao leaned against him for a while and felt a little uncomfortable, so she decisively pulled herself out. Fu Jinzhi felt a chill in his arms and emphasized, "You are my pet canary."
But this is too much of a challenge for my neck. Wen Yao pursed her lips: "So, why don't you call the police and have me arrested?"
Anyway, she didn't want to get close to it anytime soon; it was hot and strained her neck.
Fu Jinzhi hinted, "Don't you realize your own place?"
Her eyes clearly said, "Yaoyao, you are my little lover. This is not how the scene should be acted."
Wen Yao suddenly realized, and she looked at Fu Jinzhi with tender affection, "Mr. Fu, do you really understand me?"
Fu Jinzhi feigned indifference, "I never waste my energy on unnecessary things."
Wen Yao said dejectedly, "If only you could take a little time to get to know me..."
"Then you'll find that you've spent some time."
Fu Jinzhi: "..."
Miss Li: "Pfft..."
Seeing Wen Yao and the other woman looking at her, Miss Li covered her mouth shyly and walked towards the lady with the feather fan.
Their footsteps are so fast it's like a ghost is chasing you—can you learn that? You can't learn a single thing from them!
If you actually use words like that to hook a man, what kind of idiot would you catch? He'd probably be drooling even if he were cured.
Shortly afterward, the manor owner arrived, gave a brief opening speech, and then stepped down from the stage amidst enthusiastic applause.
While Fu Jinzhi went out to socialize, Wen Yao, the little canary, tactfully hid behind a secluded pillar.
She communicated with 8848 in her mind: "I can only guarantee to complete the task of staying alone in the corner of the banquet hall."
8848: [I believe in the host's abilities.]
Wen Yao: "..."
Just as he was about to loudly argue that he didn't have the ability, a blond, blue-eyed man suddenly stepped forward.
Wen Yao has some face blindness when it comes to foreigners and can't judge their age, only roughly estimating that the other person is forty years old.
The middle-aged man handed Wen Yao a glass of champagne and said in Y language, "You are so beautiful, just like the oriental princess of my dreams."
Wen Yao smiled politely: "Thank you for the compliment. You do look quite like a Westerner."
The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback. Was this a compliment, or was it an indication that the girl from Country H didn't speak Y language well?
Middle-aged man: "Why don't we go to the terrace for some fresh air? I really like the culture of H country and have always wanted to learn more about it."
Wen Yao was already getting impatient, but she still maintained her smile: "Sir, I have a sugar daddy. If you continue chatting with me, I'm afraid he'll misunderstand."
"If you like H country culture, you can find a professional teacher. I believe that with your wealth, you don't lack that kind of money."
To everyone's surprise, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and a hint of frivolity crept into his smile. "My name is Ron Fick. Would you like me to introduce you to the Fick family's businesses?"
The middle-aged man was exceptionally confident. He puffed out his hips and said, "If you like money, I can totally be your sugar daddy. Trust me, I'm more suitable for you than that little boy from H country."
"Some places can better satisfy you."
Wen Yao's lips twitched. This guy was so ordinary yet so confident. Sure enough, there are ordinary guys everywhere.
Wen Yao's smile deepened, her eyes filled with obvious mockery: "You really don't know Fu Jinzhi?"
Upon hearing this, Ronfick's eyes flickered.
As expected, Wen Yao scoffed, "If Fu Jinzhi were here with me, you probably wouldn't dare to come up and talk to me."
"What, now that he's not here, you're acting like a bedbug from the gutter, trying to disgust people?"
"You're almost old enough to be my father, so please don't try this on me, okay?"
"You're more suitable for me than Fu Jinzhi. That's the funniest thing I've heard all year. I advise you not to look at Fu Jinzhi's face too much. If you look at too many works of art, I'm afraid you'll be driven crazy by the huge contrast when you look in the mirror one day."
"After all, when you first appeared, I thought I wasn't in the banquet hall, but in Notre Dame Cathedral. Otherwise, how would I have seen the bell ringer?"
"I am truly sorry now for insulting the bell ringer. He was a man of beautiful soul, while you are just an empty shell."
Ronfik's face flushed with anger. He was about to explode when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He immediately swallowed his words, glared at Wen Yao, and turned to leave.
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