The corners of his mouth curled into a faint arc as he responded in English, "Miss Qin, it’s also a pleasure to et you. Your English is very good, and you’re quite beautiful."
Though this complint was polite, it carried a subtle tone of appraisal from soone of higher status to soone of lower status.
Tian Chengye watched Qin Hua, who was conversing with ng Chuan and Conrad, his eyes flickering.
He fully understood Qin Decang’s intention, which was to hope Qin Hua could gain their favor, and thereby have further developnt.
He glanced at Tang Song and Jing’s position, sighed inwardly.
If he hadn’t witnessed Tang Song’s performance tonight and seen his new identity, he definitely wouldn’t have missed this opportunity.
Though he’s rooted in Yan City as a local bigwig, the ambitious young man also dreams of leading his family upward.
To truly squeeze into that national, even international, top-tier circle.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t take the risk to go "all in" on the new energy track.
To soone like ng Chuan, an Asia-Pacific top family office heir, he is the dream "ladder."
Not to ntion the llon family, even if Conrad is just a collateral mber, the resources and connections he represents are enough to make a "local powerful" like him look up to for a lifeti.
With Qin Hua as "icebreaker,"
Other bold, overseas-educated rich second-generation won also quickly mustered courage to gather around.
Using their fluent or halting English, they excitedly chatted with these two "VIPs."
Facing this group of young and beautiful girls.
ng Chuan consistently maintained the image of a genteel prince, speaking humorously, provoking waves of laughter among the girls.
He tipped the atmosphere to be lively yet tasteful.
While Conrad llon was much more aloof, his gaze always carried an evaluative and playful look.
After all, to him, this was just an ordinary social party happening in a foreign land.
Mostly hoping to find so amusent after work.
The social center of the entire banquet hall was completely dominated by them.
...
Beside the flower arrangent stand.
Jing watched ng Chuan and his companions being surrounded like stars, couldn’t help but purse her lips with slight annoyance.
Finally, Tang Song, like a god, took the stage and beca the main focus.
But these two showed up, stealing all the spotlight!
She had originally planned that, even if ng Chuan ca over, she could later use Shangguan Qiuya and Zheng Qiudong’s identities for a powerful counterattack.
But who would have thought that old Zheng should be here but hasn’t arrived yet!
In a mont, when she goes on stage to speak and thank everyone, even revealing Shangguan Qiuya’s identity, the impact will be limited.
After all, Shangguan is ultimately just Chairman Jin’s assistant, not Chairman Jin himself.
But speaking of which, if Smile Holding’s Jin ixiao really made an appearance, wouldn’t it be like an Empress with "Overlord Aura" showing up?
Everyone would have to step aside, with heaven and earth almost crumbling.
After all, she is truly a favored daughter standing at the apex of the business world.
As if thinking of sothing, Jing secretly glanced at her boyfriend beside her.
He remained as calm and collected as ever, as if the lively and bustling "Vanity Fair" outside had nothing to do with him.
He didn’t even regard ng Chuan and the others, occasionally glancing over, only exhibiting an innate calm and indifference.
It truly... felt sowhat similar to the domineering Chairman Jin that she rembered.
Looking at this "god-like" posture, Nanako Kojizuka felt as if countless feathers were gently gliding over her.
Ticklish, tingling, yet moist.
Seeing her mother Chen Man leaving with the group of socialites, she couldn’t help but move closer to him.
"Jing." Tang Song’s cold and pleasant voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
Jing imdiately looked up, instantly collecting her tiny thoughts, obediently responding sweetly, "Here, Song!"
As their eyes t, she faced a deep-as-abyss gaze with a hint of scrutiny.
In that instant, Jing felt completely exposed.
Inside and out were thoroughly seen through, prompting her to tightly close her legs.
Tang Song reached out, unresistingly encircling her slender waist, his voice low and aloof, "Are you hiding sothing from ?"
"No, no, I’m not." Jing pressed her legs together, eyes misting up.
This voice, this deanor, this oppressive vibe... is just... too overpowering.
Watching her quirky beautiful and rich friend, Tang Song’s mouth barely curved into an imperceptible arc.
The fingers around her waist squeezed once.
"Ah!" Jing uttered a suppressed, yet ambiguous and soft, cry, "Song... I..."
The sudden punishnt, along with Tang Song’s presence, almost made her collapse to the ground.
Tang Song looked into her eyes, his tone still indifferent, "Has Uncle Tian encountered any issues? And what’s the matter with today’s Lin Jingming and ng Chuan?"
With his current state, through re snippets and people’s reactions, combined with his observation of Jing, he has already guessed quite a bit.
He also realized that he seed to have "misjudged" Jing before.
Originally believing she rely possessed so cute yet unusual little hobbies, but was otherwise sweet and compliant.
However, after observing just now, and recalling neglected encounters from their past, he suddenly understood she was far from simple on the surface.
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