Perhaps this was all natural from the start, and before she could think further, Di Mingchen had already taken her hand.
Nangong Ran blushed inexplicably, darn it, Uncle, are you pulling out the big guns again?
As he held her hand, Nangong Ran was sowhat dazed, realizing she understood Di Mingchen less and less.
Is it like he said that day, that they’re best friends of the Empire, close friends, and even kissing is okay, but their relationship can only be friendship, is that so?
It should be.
Otherwise, why do they look so much like a couple right now, yet in reality, they’re not a couple?
Di Mingchen led her to the lounge area just as Gu Qibao and the others finished dancing and ca over to have a drink.
They had barely sat down and exchanged a few words when quite a few socialites began glancing over, targeting Di Mingchen.
This was followed by a bold one who walked over directly, standing elegantly in front of Di Mingchen, and shyly asked, "Second Young Master, may I invite you to dance?"
"I’m tired, not dancing." Di Mingchen’s stern, handso face showed no change whatsoever, as he took a sip of red wine, rejecting her without even sparing her a glance.
The girl was extrely disappointed, and could only give a slight bow, "Sorry for the disturbance."
With that, she left, though she looked back every few steps, clearly reluctant.
"Oh my, my second brother’s admirers are quite abundant today." Di Jinxuan was the first to tease lightly at Di Mingchen.
"Indeed." Gu Qibao chuckled, enjoying the chaotic atmosphere, "Second Brother, don’t turn them all down, it’s okay to dance with other girls too."
"Indeed." Di Mingjue chid in, also enjoying the disorder, "You have to sll a few flowers to know which one is the most fragrant!"
Di Mingchen just smiled without responding, and Nangong Ran was puzzled why no one had invited her to dance today!!
As they were joking around, a woman suddenly walked into the banquet hall and drew everyone’s attention.
Dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit that highlighted her explosive figure, with a coat draped over her shoulders that exuded a touch of dominance, long hair cascading, fiery red lips, she seed out of place here.
Her arrival instantly caught everyone’s attention, including Gu Qibao and the others.
"Who is she?" Gu Qibao was very curious, this woman’s outfit was really... not exactly strange, but a bit reminiscent of a hitman.
"Feng Rao?" Nangong Ran squinted slightly, sowhat taken aback.
Nangong Jin naturally saw her too, his coquettish eyes narrowing dangerously, indeed, the woman who walked in was Feng Rao.
Why did she co here today?
And dressed like that?
Nangong Ran watched her approach with vigilance, seeing Feng Rao’s outfit made him have a mont of disorientation.
Such attire, such a scene, he seed not to have seen in a long ti.
Ever since he started pursuing Di Jinxuan, he seed to have drifted farther from that life.
Thinking back, the na Feng Rao seed to have been distant for so ti, he had driven her away, and nearly a year had passed, right?
All year, she hadn’t shown up, nor had he inquired about her. It was as if the person had disappeared.
Now she’s dressed like this, suddenly coming over, igniting sothing within his blood, reminiscent of those days of licking the blood off the knife’s edge.
Suddenly seeing her again, he actually felt a bit nostalgic.
But why is she dressed like this, coming here, what’s her purpose?
Nangong Jin pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the fla illuminating his incredibly beautiful face, his lips curling wickedly, a splendid ring of smoke escaping his thin lips, Feng Rao’s coming, it seems, isn’t so simple.
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