Everyone looked up to see Jiang Tan in a moon-white cheongsam, her hair adorned with an Epiphyllum hairpin. Her face was lightly painted with rouge and she was indeed... a face that brought disaster to the nation and people.
No man could resist a beautiful woman, especially Jiang Tan, so gorgeous and radiant.
A meaningful smile spread across Liang Cheng's face. Turning slightly towards Chu Anning, who had already put down her wine glass, he whispered assertively, "Chu Anning, even if you lose, it would be worth it."
Chu Anning, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, glared at Liang Cheng with round, almond eyes.
Liang Cheng, sensing escalating tensions, withdrew and said nothing, merely laughing and returning to his seat.
The delicate interaction between the two hadn't escaped Jiang Tan's watchful eyes.
Jiang Tan maintained a calm smile as she took her seat. From there, she could easily see Chu Anning, the hostess, looking at her with a complex expression.
