Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song Chapter 650: Mrs. Lu, What Are You Thinking?

Although she had done her howork, as a representative of the art world, eting a country’s president was still a big deal for Song Yinyin.

Standing on the ground floor of the city governnt’s VIP eting hall, she let out a deep breath, clenching her hands into fists to cheer herself up.

Song Yinyin, you can do it, don’t be nervous!

A large hand reached out from behind, clasped her small hand, wrapped it in his palm, then smoothly grabbed it, lifting it up and entwining her hand around his arm.

Lu Jihan stood shoulder to shoulder with her, smiling as he turned to look at her: "With here, what are you afraid of? Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered."

His words, with a tone akin to that of a ’big brother’, amused her, and her nervousness seed to ease.

She nodded, imitating his tone, teasing: "Big brother, you said it. If I embarrass you, don’t bla ."

He gently squeezed her small hand and advised, "Just follow in a bit, don’t wander around, okay?"

"Mm, okay."

So, the two of them walked hand in hand into the hall.

...

Inside the city governnt’s evening banquet hall.

A grand crystal chandelier hung down from the hollow second floor, connecting the upper and lower floors via a spiral staircase.

Outside the banquet hall’s first-floor countryside-style white lacquered flower door, there was a quaint small garden. The hall was decorated luxuriously, with silver tableware gleaming even more under the bright lights.

Song Yinyin smiled as she followed beside Lu Jihan. Whenever she caught his gaze, she seamlessly matched her steps to his, occasionally leaning in to his side to listen to him introduce who was who among the attendees.

Thankfully he was there, otherwise, her gaze would have been t only by faces from political and business circles, leaving her utterly clueless.

Of course, there were also so figures Song Yinyin had only ever seen on television.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she asked, "Oh, Jinhan, that elderly gentleman looks really familiar."

Lu Jihan laughed and said, "That’s Mr. Qu from Noah’s Ark Group, a real estate mogul, a senior figure in Imperial City’s business world, so naturally you’d find him familiar."

Understanding now, Song Yinyin nodded sheepishly.

While the two of them were talking, Ji Tingfeng, dressed in a suit, ca over.

"Jinhan, you’re here."

Holding a glass of red wine, Ji Tingfeng approached and apologized, "Sorry for ruining your honeymoon trip."

Because Ji Tingfeng’s uncle is the Secretary General of the city governnt, he specifically requested the attendance of Lu Jihan and his wife, leading Ji Tingfeng to make the awkward invitation.

Lu Jihan raised an eyebrow, seizing the opportunity: "If you really feel sorry, then teach my son how to shoot."

"No problem," Ji Tingfeng imdiately promised.

Having swapped his military uniform for a tailored Italian suit, Ji Tingfeng exuded a distinct aura; his stiff, straight posture, long and lean legs, and swept-back hairstyle gave him a distinctly commanding presence.

Song Yinyin had never seen Ji Tingfeng dressed like this, causing her to glance a couple more tis.

She couldn’t help but muse that attractive people only befriended other attractive people, with Lu Jihan, Si Yuxuan, and Ji Tingfeng each more handso than television stars.

Oh, but when it cos to being handso, her husband is the handsost of all.

While she was lost in her thoughts, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her slender waist.

Lu Jihan frowned at her and asked, "Mrs. Lu, what are you thinking?!"

Unaware that she was caught ’stealing a glance’, Song Yinyin shook her head and said, "I’m not thinking about anything."