"No." Yao Tang's voice was barely above a whisper.
She brought the glass to her lips and took a sip.
Her actions mesmerized Cheng Yan. His smile turned genuine.
Without a second thought, he held out his hand and said, "I wonder if Miss Yao would grant me the honor of a dance."
"Sure," Yao Tang replied almost immediately.
She gave the wine glass back to Meng Yang, then put her hand on Cheng Yan's open palm.
Qin Jing watched the pair as they walked toward the dance floor, her lips curling upward, her eyes twinkling.
…
Yao Yuan was waiting in the living room when Qin Man and Yao Ran arrived home.
He had a cup of tea in his hand, and was just about to take a sip when they burst through the front door.
"Why are you back so early?" he frowned. "The dinner party can't be over yet. Did you even get to meet the Young Master Qin?"
