"President Cheng, I never imagined you'd have such good taste. Just look at the lady standing next to you, the two of you look quite the pair. From a distance, you seem like a couple in love,"
there's always someone who knows how to flatter. Their sweet talk flows freely as if it costs them nothing. Upon hearing such adjectives used to describe them, a faint blush crept onto Shen Lan's face.
She couldn't help but grumble inwardly.
They were hardly a couple; they were a legitimate married couple known to all. But, of course, she couldn't announce this to all and sundry, so she kept these tiny thrills to herself.
At such events, men usually engage in cutthroat business discussions, while the women compete in beauty and jealousy.
Just then, a foreigner, whose speech and manner exuded poise, sauntered over, accompanied by a gracefully poised Western beauty.
He made his way through the crowd and went directly to Cheng Yanqing.
