Nalan Shuo’s painstaking efforts were not lost on Yang Xiao, but Chi Dan is Mo Daidai’s sister, and both siblings are far from ordinary. If given the choice, he would avoid entangling with them for the rest of his life. His debt to Mo Daidai had been repaid, and now they owed nothing to each other.
At dusk, dressed in a brand-new suit, Yang Xiao arrived as promised. He was undoubtedly the man of the evening, and the private banquet organized by Chi Dan was even more extravagant and grand in scale than the dayti election conference. Many powers from Rongcheng were invited. Yang Xiao looked around, and all he saw were warm and flattering smiles.
"Brother Yang Xiao, you’re late!" Chi Dan, also dressed up, had changed into a short skirt. Her long legs glistened under the light. She naturally took Yang Xiao’s arm as she introduced the attendees and led him towards the main table booth, moving with grace and aristocratic charm, like the hostess of the night.
Compared to the dayti election eting, tonight seed far more casual and relaxed. Group after group ca up to Yang Xiao with their wine glasses to say hello, with all conversations filled with flattery and pleasantries.
After being specially trained by Nalan Shuo, Yang Xiao now handled such events with ease, giving most people a pleasant face, which amounted to a delightful gathering for both guests and the host.
However, for two individuals, Yang Xiao did not show much grace. No matter how ingratiating they were, he treated them as if they were air.
These two ca with their wine glasses and eventually had to leave with forced smiles. According to the intelligence provided by Nalan Shuo, they both voted for the Apostles Union during the election, even though they had previously promised their votes to Yang Xiao.
Now that the overall situation had been settled, clear rewards and punishnts were necessary to satisfy the public. Nalan Shuo was already dealing with the forces behind these two.
Because this was Yang Xiao’s victory celebration and it was a sensitive event, Fu Qingzhu did not make an appearance. Instead, a representative from the United Federation attended to offer congratulations. Qu Muzhi, also a mber of the Patrol Defense Office, was expected to attend, but he was not fond of such lively gatherings and did not show up.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes, Yang Xiao was already slightly tipsy. Chi Dan, always at his side, was even more indulgent with the red wine, not refusing anyone who ca to toast, seemingly happier than the elected commissioner himself. Occasionally, her gaze towards Yang Xiao carried a hint of intoxication.
Without drawing attention, Yang Xiao moved the wine glass away from Chi Dan and whispered in a lowered voice, "You can’t drink anymore; you’re already drunk."
"No, I’m just happy for you since you won." Chi Dan gazed at him infatuatedly, a flush of red coloring her cheeks, "Unless you coax ."
"You’ve had too much to drink." Yang Xiao lifted his hand and shooed away the attendant ready to pour more wine.
Perhaps everyone had realized that the relationship between Yang Xiao and Chi Dan was out of the ordinary. In the latter half of the banquet, guests tactfully made excuses to leave, giving the two plenty of private space.
At this mont, in the private booth where the two were seated, only a few people remained, who were not near the dining table but instead conversed on the sofa on the other side, leaving the entire large table exclusively to Yang Xiao and Chi Dan, the young couple.
As Yang Xiao was contemplating how to excuse himself, his brows furrowed—he suddenly felt sothing gently stepping on his foot under the table, then slowly moving up along his shin. The touch told him it was a foot.
Glancing to the side, he saw Chi Dan looking up at him, her eyes like lting spring waters, seductive yet not tacky, brimming with youthful vigor.
In that mont, Yang Xiao’s heart inevitably fluttered; he was a normal man, and anyone who was not blind could see that this was a very beautiful girl.
"You’re drunk," Yang Xiao maintained his pretense of restraint.
Chi Dan seed to see through his little thought, suddenly leaning forward, exhaling a breath laced with the fragrance of wine, "What’s wrong? Don’t you like this? Or... does Brother Yang Xiao not like won?"
"My orientation is very normal. Of course, I like won."
"Then I’m relieved. If you like won, then you’ll definitely like . I’m so pretty and obedient, the easiest to deceive," Chi Dan leaned in even closer, nearly pressing her upper body against Yang Xiao, the scent that surrounded her was pleasant to the senses.
"It’s late, I should head back. Miss Chi, let’s et another ti," Yang Xiao stood up to leave. If things continued this way, he’d definitely make a mistake. If he was caught on cara in a compromising situation, his reputation would be ruined for life, and he might even be blackmailed by the Chamber of Comrce. As a mber of the Patrol Defense Office, he had to prioritize the bigger picture.
His mind was in chaos, swayed by the seductive woman before him and the effect of alcohol. In Yang Xiao’s mind, enticing images darted about, each scene alluring.
Suddenly, his hand was held by a soft and small hand, stopping him in his tracks. His first impression was that the hand was both small and soft, as if boneless, "Brother Yang Xiao, if you leave behind like this, it will be difficult for to explain when I return."
Hearing the woman’s pleading tone, Yang Xiao eventually turned back and pulled her up forcefully from her seat, "You escort ."
Yang Xiao and Chi Dan were almost clinging to each other, with Chi Dan intimately holding onto his arm. They left the booth together, eliciting many envious, jealous, and resentful gazes along the way. At this mont, Yang Xiao actually felt an uncommon thrill.
In just two short weeks, he had been rapidly promoted. Now he was the Deputy Director of the Lin’an Patrol Bureau, also the head of the investigative team, and a special commissioner for the Rongcheng Action Bureau. He was Rongcheng’s hottest new elite, holding a position of high authority at just over twenty years of age. He was an individual whom many forces sought to woo, and now with a beauty throwing herself into his arms, how could he not be on cloud nine?
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