"Despicable man."
Quan Hanting's expression turned cold. He once again tossed her away, catching her gracefully. They continued a series of intricate movements, perfectly synchronized with the music.
It was more intense than the Cha-Cha, more alluring than the Tango.
A powerful man and a petite woman, the timeless pairing of hero and heroine, strength and grace, had always captured the public's fascination.
Onlooker He Huai was left dumbfounded, his mouth agape. He gulped, unable to believe what he was witnessing.
Could you really dance like this? Wasn't this more like performing acrobatics?
Well, despite his reluctance to admit it, this scene before him was undeniably more beautiful than any acrobatics.
He Hongye laughed, resembling a brothel madam, as if his well-trained "casanova" had finally overcome psychological barriers and was ready to entertain. "Sixth Brother has finally understood the meaning of romance!"
Upon hearing this, He Huai couldn't help but snort disdainfully. "Everyone knows Sixth Uncle is uninterested in romantic affairs. Spare us your wild speculations! Besides, Wan Wan is still so young, and Sixth Uncle is already getting on in years. Could he even manage it?"
"Ha, what do you know, you brat? Although Sixth Brother may be a bit reserved, but as a man, he's not inferior to anyone."
He Huai was speechless.
In the midst of it all, as the music's tempo increased, the dance moves of the two became more and more complex, igniting a passionate fire.
But Shen Wan couldn't match the man's stamina, and she grew tired as they danced on.
"Are you deliberately trying to seduce me?" Quan Hanting smiled lightly, using their synchronized movements to coyly lift her chin.
"Shut up!"
"Otherwise, why would you look so beautiful when you smile?"
"..."
Shen Wan spun, then bent down, and the music abruptly stopped.
As the dance concluded, the applause from the audience thundered through the venue.
Quan Hanting held her, gently raising her up. Shen Wan stood tall, her hands pushing against his chest, creating a gap between them. Then, with a determined push, she broke free from his embrace and stepped away from the intoxicating aura of pheromones.
She turned and walked away without hesitation.
Quan Hanting stood in the middle, bidding farewell with a gentlemanly gesture. Then, he followed the woman's retreating figure, leaving the entire audience, including the Shen family, dumbfounded.
Yang Lan, looking in the direction where they left, couldn't help but wear a mocking smile. "Like mother, like daughter, both born to be despicable." She didn't miss the chance to add insult to injury.
Shen Ru appeared composed on the surface, but her eyes hinted at a hidden embarrassment as she ground her teeth in silence.
Suddenly, Shen Yan exclaimed, "Brother! Your hand is bleeding..."
Outside the hotel, in the garden, under the moonlight.
Shen Wan turned around and looked at the man who was relentlessly pursuing her, her expression showing annoyance. "What exactly do you want?"
Quan Hanting closed the distance, lifted her chin with his hand, and his once-amused eyes turned icy. "You are the only woman who dared to slap me."
Shen Wan's gaze remained calm. "So, are you here to retaliate now?"
"How should I retaliate? Can you handle my retaliation?" He scoffed.
She brought her cheek closer to his face. "Hit me."
"You!" Quan Hanting was exasperated.
Shen Wan's eyes grew colder. "If you're not going to hit me, then let me go!"
The man hesitated. He couldn't bring himself to harm a woman, so he reluctantly released her.
"Unless you have other business, I won't disturb Sixth Lord any longer. Goodbye." Shen Wan rubbed her chin, feeling sore as if her bones had gone soft.
He surely didn't hold back!
"Stand right there. You think you can just walk away?"
In the moonlight, Shen Wan's exposed skin was as white as snow, and her pitch-black pupils were filled with anger.
Beautiful and enticing.