Since Tang Song’s identity and abilities have already shown a completely matching posture, he will never again force his daughter to do anything she doesn’t want for his own business interests.
He is also willing to stand up and protect his daughter.
Upon hearing these words, ng Chuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gentle gaze gradually turned cold.
Imdiately, he turned his attention to Tang Song.
His face once again wore that smile of a noble young man, waiting for the other’s self-introduction.
However, Tang Song just looked at him calmly, as if still waiting for him to "bow his head."
Hehe.
ng Chuan sneered internally.
Although he acts gracefully, he is, after all, born into a top noble family and is the key trained heir of the family. The pride in his heart surpasses anyone.
He may not care about "blind dates" or beauties, but he absolutely cannot
see this face-off.
Tian Chengye’s forehead instantly broke out in a layer of cold sweat.
The other guests around also held their breath, their faces full of astonished expressions.
ng Chuan’s identity is obvious, standing beside him is a mber of the llon family, yet Tang Song’s deanor is overly arrogant, even could be said to be haughty and contemptuous.
This... is simply too overestimating oneself, isn’t it?
Qin Hua looked at her best friend Jing, and then at Tang Song, a feeling of absurdity and complexity rose in her heart.
At this mont, Conrad llon, who had been watching this scene with interest, couldn’t help but laugh lightly.
He patted ng Chuan’s shoulder, took a step forward, directly ignored Tang Song, and with those aggressive blue eyes, directly looked at Jing.
Without any reservation, he swept over her fair and beautiful face and sexy hot figure.
Then extended his hand, in a manner that could not be refused, said: "Happy Birthday, Ms. Tian... (Happy birthday, Miss Tian. You are stunningly beautiful. May I have the pleasure of expressing my admiration?)"
Conrad llon’s provocative gesture instantly made the atmosphere in the room even more tense.
Yet no one dared to speak at this mont.
Jing’s smile also faded, she just stood quietly beside Tang Song, without extending her hand.
In this tense standoff.
In the corner, Shangguan Qiuya, who had been sitting with Xu Qing and remained exceptionally quiet throughout, stood up and walked straight towards them.
Looking at her back.
Xu Qing smacked her lips, her dark eyes glinting excitedly.
To her, the scenes before her were just like the plot she had imagined countless tis in her mind, playing out vividly in front of her!
This not only gave her abundant creative inspiration, but also... how thrilling!
Anyway, in her eyes, Song in this situation is the perfect domineering CEO protagonist in her writing, absolutely impossible to suffer any grievance!
...
Seeing that the deadlock was about to be unresolved, Tian Chengye gritted his teeth and was about to step forward to say sothing.
Tang Song suddenly moved.
He casually turned sideways, picked up a newly trimd white rose from the florist’s vase, and handed it to Jing’s empty hand.
Looking calmly at Conrad, he leisurely said: "Mr. llon, in our culture, a gentleman... (Mr. llon, in our culture, a gentleman does not voluntarily ask to shake hands with a lady when she has sothing in her hand, especially when her boyfriend is standing beside her.)
His deanor was always impeccable, elegant and noble; his face remained effortlessly composed, calm and relaxed.
Yet at this mont, exuding a king-like aura.
Even facing ng Chuan and Conrad, he showed absolute oppression.
People around began to breathe carefully.
Surprise, astonishnt, shock, schadenfreude, admiration...
All sorts of complex gazes, just like spotlights, converged on Tang Song.
"You..."
Within Conrad llon’s always aloof blue eyes, for the first ti appeared a cold anger after being truly offended.
He was accustod to receiving admiration and awe at any occasion.
As "blue blood," he represents the pure elite class of WASPs (White Anglo-Saxon Protestants).
Coming to this ordinary birthday party, subconsciously there was a kind of overlooking and arrogance from the top of the hierarchy.
This sudden, unanticipated "clash," and this "rule-breaking" Oriental man.
Made him feel a rare, absurd sense of offense.
...
Seeing this scene, Jing’s heart was also lifted, feeling a bit nervous and uneasy.
This developnt of the plot has already gone beyond her script.
Brother Tang Song’s aura is sufficient, but the other party’s family background is too terrifying.
But soon, her eyes light up!
She saw the figure coming from the crowd.
Finally, her strongest "trump card" was about to debut! It’s ti... to reveal it!
At this mont, only the na of Chairman Jin can hold the scene!
"Sister Shangguan!"
Jing’s sweet voice, like a crisp bell, broke the solidified atmosphere on the scene.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—"
Eyes fell in unison on the woman gracefully walking into the crowd, wearing a silver butterfly mask.
Curiosity, confusion, surprise...
They all knew that this woman with the surna "Shangguan" ca along with Jing’s boyfriend.
But after coming, she never interacted much, just quietly sitting in the corner.
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