He Xizhou had arrived.
Moisture still clung to him, his height an imposing force.
His expression was light, perfectly timed to the dissipating commotion of the banquet.
At seven o'clock sharp, the banquet began.
The orchestra struck up a dance tune, a vintage blues.
"You look good in that dress. May I have a dance with you?" Wen Ran's voice was cool and clear, his transparent elegance as if he had stepped out from a painting. He extended his pale, long hand in invitation. Wen Ran's popularity in Ning City was on par with He Xizhou's.
Because of He Xizhou's notorious indifference towards women, the girls fancied Wen Ran even more.
But Wen Ran was also reclusive.
It was rare to see him at a banquet, and even rarer for him to personally ask Shen Wanxing to dance.
A married woman.
"Did you send the dress?"
Shen Wanxing hadn't expected Wen Ran; she had guessed it was He Xizhou.
"I heard that you've solved a big problem for me."
