A woman at the gathering, dressed in a seductive and flirtatious manner, cast a provocative glance at Ye Jian.
"Young Master Ye, really, you make me wonder. Why would you give up the whole forest for just one tree!"
"With your family background, Young Master Ye, any woman you desire could be yours for the choosing!"
The woman sitting next to her covered her mouth with her hand, barely suppressing her laughter, and said, "Hu Qian'er, surely you're not talking about yourself, are you?"
Hu Qian'er's face instantly betrayed a few traces of heart-wrenching grievance.
"I wish I could! Sadly, Young Master Ye wouldn't spare a glance for a wilted flower like me!"
As Hu Qian'er spoke, her eyes filled with suggestive glances toward Ye Jian.
Ye Jian's heart couldn't help but ripple as his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the enticing view of Hu Qian'er's décolletage.
"Is that so? Well then, we should really get to know each other better later!"
