"n like bad won, just as won like bad n; there’s no denying that this inferior impulse is ingrained in n’s bones."
Tonight, the woman clutching Yun Shen’s arm was Kang Jinse. The dia couldn’t help but sigh; she’s probably the most formidable mistress in history. Yet even after ten years, she still hadn’t risen to the top—a rather tragic tale.
The dia were invited by Yun Shu for publicity during the banquet, however, they weren’t permitted to enter the venue and could only take pictures outside on the red carpet. Even this would be enough for tomorrow’s headlines.
There were private entrepreneurs... A-list celebrities... governnt officials... It was a dazzling sight.
The last to appear was Mayor Yan’s family...
Mayor Yan’s family could be called outrageously good-looking; if they entered the entertainnt industry, what chance would those little ingenues and fresh-faced or mature actors have? They could dominate within minutes... A young reporter recognized the tall and handso young man walking beside the woman and couldn’t help covering her mouth: "He... isn’t he the national heartthrob? Oh my god, he’s actually Mayor Yan’s son...."
An experienced reporter slapped her and warned in a low voice, "If you’re looking to get fired tomorrow, go ahead and keep snapping photos."
The young female reporter paused, looking around. Her colleagues who had been furiously taking photos monts ago were now all looking down and fiddling with their caras as if they didn’t see the strikingly handso family. She hesitated, then realized sothing and glanced again at the handso young man before quietly deleting the photos she had taken.
In this business, there are certain things, certain people that are forever untouchable taboos. Don’t get caught in wishful thinking, and don’t complain about fairness—this is reality!
Yan Ke looked around at the dia, greeted with a smile, but no one paid him any attention as they were all busy with their caras, leaving him speechless.
Yan Song chuckled: "Getting ahead of yourself."
Suddenly grinning, Yan Ke sidled up to him: "Bro, aren’t you the national heartthrob? Why aren’t the reporters taking your picture? Or is your title just a vain reputation?"
Yan Song sneered disdainfully, "National heartthrob? Don’t use it to disgust ." He thought about the girls with their infatuated stares and calling him ’hubby’ made him feel horribly nauseous.
Oh boy, his brother’s obsession with cleanliness had escalated from physical to ntal. From clean-freak to downright weird...
"Bro, I really wonder how your future wife will live with you. It’s going to drive her insane." Yan Ke looked at him with a strange expression as if he could already see the tragic fate of his future sister-in-law.
Yan Song’s face stiffened, and he turned his face away, coldly saying, "What are you, a crow? Spouting so much nonsense."
Zhuang Xiyue watched the two brothers chat away and couldn’t help asking, "What are you guys talking about?"
Yan Ke moved closer, telling his mother what he’d just said with smiles. Zhuang Xiyue couldn’t help but glance at Yan Song.
The young man was clad in a black suit, his towering height of 185 cm accentuated his slim and upright figure, particularly those long legs, which made the suit pants look like cropped trousers, exposing a stretch of ankle and adding a touch of fashion.
His black hair was thick and lustrous, now swept up entirely, giving him a sowhat fierce appearance while also completely exposing his handso face. His eyebrows rose slightly, and his eyes, which should have been gentle, sparkled with a cold light, giving him an air of aloof indifference. His tall nose and slightly pursed thin lips together looked like a masterpiece crafted by the gods, eliciting awe at the creator’s work.
At the mont, the young man’s brows were slightly furrowed, making him look displeased, but damn, he was still so attractive—it was enough to make the girls scream again.
Zhuang Xiyue felt her son had so issues with his personality. Not only was his obsession with cleanliness becoming more extre, but his temperant was also strangely idiosyncratic, to the point where she, his mother, couldn’t figure him out.
She sighed involuntarily. What kind of daughter-in-law should she find to handle him?
Thinking this, Zhuang Xiyue sighed again.
Yan Ke winked at Zhuang Xiyue: "Mom, no need to worry. Let tell you..." He leaned in and whispered sothing in Zhuang Xiyue’s ear, making her eyes light up.
"Who is it, which family’s daughter?" As long as she could subdue her devil incarnate of a son, she would be willing to treat the girl like an ancestor.
Yan Ke thought of sothing, and the excitent that had brimd in his eyes instantly drained away. He lowered his head silently, unsure how to explain to his mother.
As they approached the entrance to the hotel lobby, a commotion suddenly arose from behind.
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