If it weren't for the Tang family's car, sneaking in here wouldn't have been easy.
Once they got out of the car, there stood an independent villa ahead, aglow with lights and sparkling with splendor.
Through the windows, one could already faintly see the bustling figures inside, and music drifting in the air…
"Madam, my stomach feels uncomfortable, I need to visit the restroom." As they stepped onto the staircase and were about to enter the main door, Mu Yin suddenly clutched her abdomen, her dark forehead beaded with a fine layer of sweat, especially noticeable under the light.
"Go ahead." He Shiyun, in a crescent moon white silk cheongsam and holding a Chanel clutch, had a kind face but the upward tilt of her eyes betrayed her inner displeasure.
"Disgusting…" Tang Yawu felt differently; she disgustedly covered her nose with her hand and waved in the direction Mu Yin had left, making no effort to hide her irritation and annoyance.
No one noticed that behind them stood a tall and sleek man, his handsome features hidden in the dim light, a cigarette hanging leisurely from his lips as he leaned against the silver-gray Bugatti, taking an interested look at the scene unfolding before him.
Watching Mu Yin's receding figure, the corners of his lips curled up in an amused smile as he exhaled smoke; he had been disinclined to attend such parties, but now, his interest was suddenly piqued.
Casually snuffing out the cigarette in his hand, he slipped his hands in his pockets and strode past the Tang family members waiting at the door, sauntering elegantly into the villa.
"Fourth Master…" As soon as they saw him, the crowd parted to make way for him.
Especially those lavishly dressed and alluring noble ladies, who could hardly stop gazing at him, nearly ready to throw themselves at him…
Si Chen didn't glance aside but crossed directly through the banquet hall dance floor, heading for the most luxurious and privileged spot at the event.
Lifting the deep brown tourmaline bead curtain, he saw a man of regal bearing lazily leaning on the sofa, like a predator on the prowl, who lifted his gaze from the crystal chessboard on the table and asked indifferently, "Don't you dislike such occasions? Why have you come back?"
"To share some explosive news with you." Si Chen's eyes playfully lifted, his voice carrying an unintentional smirk as he picked up a glass of champagne and took a seat next to the man.
Bo Fengheng merely pursed his lips with apparent disinterest.
One could tell at first glance it was no good news.
"I just saw your 'fiancée' at the entrance." Si Chen leaned in, his tone a mix of novelty and sympathy, "Tch, tch, not to judge solely on looks, but truly, she's ugly to the extreme."
Bo Fengheng, "…"
Does this have anything to do with me?
"How to describe it? Her darkness is like… radiant vibrancy, yes, blending into the night, and whoosh, she's gone, haha…" Si Chen spread his hands, a malicious and schadenfreude smile on his face.
"…" Bo Fengheng twitched the corners of his mouth, then continued to sip his Volga with elegance.
"You're not going to comment?" Si Chen, dissatisfied with the one-man show, scrutinized the person before him.
Bo Fengheng coldly curved his lips, saying indifferently, "What comment should I make about a 'fiancée' with quotes? What does it matter to me if she's ugly?"
What concerned him now was whether Little Wild Cat would show up.
After all, with the evening's chaotic mix of people, it was the perfect opportunity to infiltrate the Chu Family.
Watching the expensive watch on his wrist slowly ticking, his long fingers idly tapped on his leg, he was getting a bit impatient.
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