Chapter 510 Posture
The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren seemed not to hear the noise.
Fang Li looked up and smiled faintly at Xu Fangye, then naturally walked to the other side of Xu Qingrang, and she and Xu Fangye supported the old man on the left and right.
The three of them walked calmly through the bustling crowd and headed towards the hotel entrance.
The lights on the red carpet cast long shadows behind them, leaving all the discussions and speculations far behind.
Upstairs banquet hall.
The crystal chandelier cast thousands of golden specks on the dome of the banquet hall, and the melodious waltz music was like flowing silk, entangling the elegantly dressed crowd.
Sheng Qianrui has returned.
She was holding a glass of champagne and walking among the young men of Haicheng. The water droplets condensed on the wall of the champagne glass reflected the corners of her carefully drawn eyes. There was always a perfect smile on the corners of her lips, neither too warm nor too distant.
"I heard that Young Master Wang acquired a good piece of land in the south of the city for his latest project?"
She listened attentively to the man beside her, her fingertips gently stroking the cup, with just the right amount of curiosity in her tone.
The argument with Song Yuchen in the safety passage just now seemed like an illusion. The fierce look in her eyes had long been covered by gentleness. Even the arc of her skirt sweeping across the ground when she turned around was exactly the same as half an hour ago.
Several young men were coaxed into smiling by her, and some of them, under the influence of alcohol, wanted to get closer to her, but she avoided them calmly.
Its posture was as graceful as a egret spreading its wings, and one could not find any fault with it, so one could only swallow one's thoughts.
Only when she occasionally lowered her eyes would a very faint gloom flash across her eyes, as fast as a meteor across the night sky.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."
Suddenly, a steady and clear male voice spread throughout the venue through the speakers.
As the dance music faded, everyone's eyes turned to the center of the stage.
The host was wearing a neat white suit, his hair was combed meticulously, he was holding a silver microphone in his hand, and had a standard smile on his face.
He was the gold medal host of Haicheng TV, and his ability to control the situation was already perfect. With just a few words, he pushed the atmosphere to its first climax:
"Thank you all for taking the time to attend the Xu Group's annual dinner. Tonight is a star-studded evening filled with distinguished guests. It is both a gathering of love and a grand gathering of community..."
He spoke at a steady pace and with clear pronunciation, and every word seemed to have been precisely calculated. He took into account both the business tycoons in the audience and the film and television stars, which drew rounds of applause.
"Next, let us give a warm round of applause to the representative of the organizer of this dinner, Mr. Xu Fangye, Executive Director and General Manager of Xu Group, to come to the stage and deliver his speech!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the host turned sideways and raised his hand, pointing in the direction of the banquet hall entrance.
In an instant, all the lights in the venue dimmed, leaving only a spotlight like a carefully drawn silver thread, accurately hitting the carved door.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment. The soft sound of cups clinking stopped, the whispered conversations stopped, and even the breathing became cautious.
Everyone is waiting for the figure behind the door.
With a light "click", the door was pushed open.
Three figures slowly stepped into the beam of light.
In the middle was Xu Qingrang, his navy blue Zhongshan suit gleaming with a warm sheen under the light. His jade cane tapped the ground lightly, making a soft "tap, tap" sound, as if accompanying his appearance.
Xu Fangye on his left was still wearing the dark charcoal gray suit, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his profile was outlined with neat lines in the light and shadow. Although he was clearly walking slowly, he had an invisible aura that made everything around him a blurred background.
Fang Li on the right, her champagne-colored dress shimmering in the light, her long hair tied up, revealing the graceful lines of a swan neck. She tilted her head slightly, listening to what Xu Qingrang was saying, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, as serene as a carefully framed oil painting.
"Wow……"
I don't know who made the first low cry, like a stone thrown into the lake, instantly causing ripples.
The men's eyes were almost immediately glued to Fang Li.
Some people subconsciously adjusted their ties, while others paused in mid-air holding their wine glasses, their eyes filled with undisguised amazement.
It's not the superficial desire, but the loss of consciousness after being stunned by the ultimate beauty.
"Is that the one at the door just now? He looks even better than he did from a distance..."
Before he could finish his words, he was nudged by the elbow of the person next to him, who was obviously afraid that his female companion would hear him.
Most of the women stared at Xu Fangye.
A young socialite secretly pinched her best friend's palm, with excitement shining in her eyes.
Even some female celebrities who were used to seeing handsome men couldn't help but whisper to each other. After all, a man of Xu Fangye's level, who possessed wealth, power and good looks, was a walking hormone in himself.
"He's looking over here!"
Someone shouted softly, causing a small commotion.
And those business leaders turned their attention more to Xu Qingrang.
They whispered to each other, their tone filled with awe: "Old Xu actually came in person, it seems that the Xu family attaches great importance to this dinner..."
"Look at the girl next to him, what is her relationship with the Xu family?"
"I think I've seen him before. He seems to be the head of a small media company in Beijing. I've seen him in the film and television industry before, but I didn't expect him to be so close to the Xu family..."
Amidst these gazes of amazement, inquiry, and awe, Sheng Qianrui's fingers holding the wine glass suddenly tightened.
Her knuckles turned white from the force, and the champagne in the glass shook out fine foam, splashing on the back of her hand, bringing a cool touch.
Her face turned pale in an instant, as if all the blood had been drained away.
Just now in the fire escape, Song Yuchen's words came back to my mind like a ghost:
"Tonight is the best opportunity... Wait for Xu Fangli to show up, and do as I say..."
At that time, she just thought it was Song Yuchen's imagination and scoffed at it.
Xu Fangli?
Just her?
It was just luck that he got on the fast train of the film and television industry by catching up with Han Xi. How could he enter the Xu family circle?
Not to mention that at a banquet of this level, he personally supported Xu Qingrang and walked side by side with Xu Fangye.
But the scene before her was like a loud slap in the face.
Not only did Fang Li come, she also stood between the Xu family's grandparents and grandchildren in a manner she had never dared to imagine.
The posture was natural and intimate, as if she had already integrated into that circle. And she, Sheng Qianrui, looked like a jumping clown at this moment. The elegance and composure she had maintained in front of the young masters just now became ridiculous in an instant.
“How could it be…”
Sheng Qianrui subconsciously took a half step back, and her back hit the dining table behind her, and the silver cutlery on the tray made a harsh collision sound.
She suddenly came back to her senses and hurriedly calmed her expression, but the shock and resentment in her eyes could no longer be hidden. She stared at Fang Li's back, as if she wanted to burn two holes in her champagne-colored skirt.
It turns out that what Song Yuchen said was true.
It turns out that Fang Li really has such weight.
What then did my previous calculations and self-righteous sense of superiority count for?
Sheng Qianrui's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and the wine in the glass swayed even more violently.
She watched the three figures slowly walk towards the main seat under the gaze of everyone, watched Xu Fangye considerately push the chair away for Fang Li, watched Xu Qing give Fang Li a gentle smile, and felt a chill rushing from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her almost unable to stand.
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