I was pampered like a treasure after being married off to the young marshal, but my father and broth

This could be a cash cow in the future!

Shang Pengyue turned to stare at Shang Li, lowering her voice and gritting her teeth, "Big brother, don't you speak English? Hurry up and go up and speak, don't let Shang Sheyu steal all the limelight!"

Shang Li was stunned by her shout and looked completely bewildered.

"When did I learn English? Fourth Sister, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Shang Pengyue choked for a moment before realizing what was happening.

Yes.

The reason Shang Li was fluent in eight languages ​​in his previous life was because Shang Sheyu forced him to learn them after he came to power.

Modern business etiquette simply doesn't exist.

Damn.

Shang Pengyue was so angry that she trembled all over.

She was clearly the protagonist of the rebirth, and she clearly held the script for the future, so why was she always overshadowed by Shang Sheyu at crucial moments?

Just then, a round of applause erupted from the center of the hall.

Bai Ruoshui stood on the steps, smiling at her husband Zhou Limin, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Thank you all for attending my birthday banquet today. According to custom, let's begin the first dance. Would any gentleman be so kind as to join us?"

This is a form of social etiquette.

Typically, the first dance is initiated by a distinguished male guest who invites the hostess.

Bai Ruoshui's gaze remained fixed on Zhou Limin, making it obvious who she was inviting.

Unfortunately, the brother and sister who run the business didn't notice.

Shang Pengyue's eyes flashed, and a plan came to mind.

Since we can't connect with Charlie for the time being, let's try connecting with Bai Ruoshui.

If my eldest brother can dance the first dance with the mayor's wife, he'll gain a lot of face.

"Big brother!" Shang Pengyue shoved Shang Li hard and said urgently, "Quick, this is an opportunity. Go and invite Madam Bai to dance. As long as you can dance with her, Mayor Zhou will definitely look at you differently."

Shang Li was pushed and staggered a few steps, ending up at the very front of the crowd.

Looking at the elegant and graceful Bai Ruoshui, his heart pounded.

This…

Will this work?

"Hurry up!"

Shang Pengyue urged softly from behind, "You're not bad-looking, Madam Bai will definitely agree."

Provoked by her words, Shang Li acted impulsively, straightened his suit, and stepped forward with a forced smile, extending one hand in what he thought was a dashing pose: "Madam Bai, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance the first dance?"

The whole place fell silent.

Everyone looked at Shang Li with strange eyes.

Who is this person?

So blind?

In this kind of setting, the first dancer is either the mayor himself or a big shot like Master Quan. When did it become the turn of an unknown young man?

Zhou Limin, standing to the side, had a face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Her rightful husband is still standing here.

Bai Ruoshui never expected such a reckless young man to rush out.

Out of politeness, he maintained a courteous smile and took a step back.

"Excuse me, sir."

Bai Ruoshui took Zhou Limin's arm and said calmly, "I've already promised my husband about this first dance."

Shang Li's hand froze in mid-air, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

A low chuckle came from the surrounding area.

"Is this person mentally ill?"

"A toad lusting after a swan, doesn't it even know how to look at itself in the mirror?"

Shang Li wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He slunk back, venting his anger on Shang Pengyue: "It's all your fault! What a terrible idea you came up with! You made me lose face so badly."

Shang Pengyue also looked very unhappy.

Little did she know that Bai Ruoshui would be so disrespectful.

In his past life, my older brother was clearly very popular with women.

As the melodious waltz music began, Zhou Limin embraced Bai Ruoshui and glided onto the dance floor, where they began to dance gracefully.

Other guests also joined in with their companions.

Charlie looked at Shang Sheyu and extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner: "Miss Shang, may I have this dance?"

Shang Sheyu was about to speak.

A large, bony hand suddenly darted in and grabbed her wrist.

"Excuse me."

Quan Tuo's tall figure stood between the two, his gaze coldly fixed on Charlie, domineering and forceful: "She is my wife, this dance belongs to me."

Without waiting for Shang Sheyu's reaction, he put his arm around her waist and led her into the dance floor.

"Third Master?"

Shang Sheyu looked at the man so close to her with some surprise: "You can dance?"

Before this, she had never heard of this ruthless, murderous Yama performing such foreign tricks.

Quan Tuo didn't speak, but his hand on her waist tightened slightly, and he spun her around to the music.

His dance steps were not as gentle as those of gentlemen; instead, they carried the strength and power of a soldier, each step precisely and powerfully timed to the beat.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Shang Sheyu could even feel his steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest, and the burning heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of his clothes, making her cheeks feel hot.

They weren't dancing a soothing waltz; it was more like a fiercely contested tango.

You advance, I retreat, our eyes locked.

In that instant, the entire banquet hall seemed to become their backdrop.

Everyone around was stunned.

"My God, is that Third Master Quan? He dances so well!"

"He and Miss Shang are a perfect match."

Shang Pengyue stood by the dance floor, looking at the perfect couple, her eyes red with jealousy.

On what grounds?

Why is Shangsheyu so successful?

"Big brother."

Shang Pengyue grabbed Shang Li, gritting her teeth, and said, "Let's jump too!"

"We can't let them steal all the limelight."

"I'm not going!"

Shang Li just lost face and hasn't recovered yet.

"I can't dance..."

"Even if you can't dance, you have to dance. As long as we're on the dance floor, people will see us." Shang Pengyue ignored his protests and dragged him onto the dance floor.

The result can be imagined.

Shang Li's limbs were as stiff as a piece of wood, unable to keep up with the rhythm at all.

"Ouch!"

Before he could jump two steps, Shang Li stomped hard on Shang Pengyue's instep.

Shang Pengyue's high heels were stepped on and she shrieked in pain, losing her balance and falling directly into Shang Li's arms. The two of them tumbled together like two clumsy bears entangled in a messy heap.

"puff!"

The people around finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Shang Sheyu spun around in Quan Tuo's arms, glancing at the two disheveled figures lying on the ground out of the corner of her eye, a smile playing on her lips.

After the banquet ended, Quan Tuo opened the car door and helped Shang Sheyu into the car. Before the door could be closed, a series of urgent shouts came from behind.

"Third Master, please wait, I am here."

Shang Sheyu turned around and saw Bai Ruoshui hurriedly chasing after him from the gate, her maidservant holding an umbrella behind her unable to keep up with her pace.

Quan Tuo strode out of the car: "Mrs. Bai, is there anything else?"

Bai Ruoshui said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, there were too many people at the banquet, and it was inconvenient for me to say some things. Would you two do me the honor of coming inside for a cup of hot tea?"