They surrounded me right after the breakup.

The band was playing jazz in the corner.

The female singer sat on a high stool, humming a love song into a retro microphone.

Wang Jing took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray and lowered his voice.

"Look at those over there, they're all models walking the runway tonight."

She's incredibly aloof on stage, but she's a real laugher off stage.

Jiang Han looked around and saw that the number of models on site far exceeded the number of people walking the runway.

Many newcomers who haven't walked the runway were also invited.

After all, the number of slots for presentations on stage is limited.

The number of models on stage alone cannot satisfy the needs of the audience.

People have already paid to come in; we can't let them leave empty-handed.

Therefore, the overall male-to-female ratio at the event was 1 to 4.

The models who come are selected through a rigorous process; being young and beautiful are basic requirements.

All of them are over 1.75 meters tall, and many are over 1.8 meters tall.

Their legs are all incredibly long.

If I had to point out a downside, it would be that I'm relatively thin.

The size of their breasts is not impressive; most are small A or B cups, with the largest being a C cup.

The nature of the profession excludes those with exceptional talent.

Too big to be a good all-around clothes hanger.

They come in all skin tones, catering to everyone's preferences.

Cold and aloof, innocent and pure, seductive and alluring...

Many wealthy men, besides dating young models, also have designs on female celebrities and anchors on screen.

Looks are one aspect, but more importantly, it's the sense of conquest that comes from pinning down a woman who is usually admired by others.

Isn't that a different kind of minotaur?

Wang Jing chuckled twice: "The halo is meant to be taken away."

"Just thinking about how glamorous they are on the runway, I'm so excited about what they'll be doing later..."

Hehehe~

Jiang Han didn't say much, but he was a little worried about Brother Wang's health.

Is he really physically capable of handling it?

I hope they won't secretly eat the little blue pills anymore!

The dance floor in the center of the party gradually became lively.

Several daring guests had already started dancing cheek-to-cheek with the models.

At the corner of the stairs, a man and a woman stood against the wall, talking and laughing in hushed tones.

A large crowd gathered in front of the bar in the corner.

Alcohol can create a more intimate atmosphere, making people more relaxed.

Under such lighting and music, any intimacy seems perfectly natural.

Wang Jing placed the empty cup on the tray of a passing waiter.

A model in a black lace miniskirt walked by and smiled at Jiang Han.

He turned back again after walking a few steps away.

Wang Jing nudged Jiang Han with his elbow.

"See? Someone's already noticed you."

"She looks dignified and poised on stage, but off stage she looks like she could devour someone whole—what a contrast!"

"I'm not talking to you anymore, I just saw an Italian model."

"I have to get there quickly while the person is still there, or someone else will snatch it away."

After saying that, Wang Jing rushed off to the battlefield.

Jiang Han leaned against a high table next to the champagne tower, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

The band switched to a slower song, and the female singer's voice was low and melodious.

The party atmosphere was heating up, and the alcohol and music were gradually making everyone relax.

Jianghan is not in a hurry to act.

At that moment, a tall woman wearing a sundress walked out from the crowd.

Her long brown hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she wore a white deep-V jumpsuit with black stilettos.

She stopped in front of Jiang Han, and the sweet scent of champagne mixed with perfume wafted over.

The customer has detailed information about the model.

It mainly concerns their figure and appearance.

The models also had access to the guests' basic information.

While helping Jiang Han obtain the backstage invitation, Wang Jing also submitted his personal information.

The organizers could easily find out Jiang Han's identity in China.

Xi Mengyao carefully flipped through the guest information booklet before entering the venue.

I immediately spotted Jiang Han's name.

Chairman of Xingyue Media and wholly owned subsidiary.

She's been in the industry for several years and knows all too well what a boss of this level means.

Compared to him, those rich second-generation idiots in the circle are nothing.

Xi Mengyao had her sights set on tonight from the very beginning.

She is both the prey and the hunter.

Unlike Western models who pursue romantic encounters, she has a very clear idea of ​​what she wants.

Find truly wealthy people and get your ticket to the elite.

Many wealthy Chinese attendees at the backstage parties of Paris Fashion Week every year, and she has long been familiar with their social habits.

Jiang Han is the youngest of all.

Xi Mengyao walked over from beside the fountain and saw Jiang Han standing next to the champagne tower in the distance.

Several blonde models around him were secretly observing him, but no one took the first step.

Xi Mengyao quickened her pace, deciding to strike first.

Compared to those blonde, blue-eyed European models, speaking Chinese is a unique advantage.

Yellow skin and black hair might make him feel closer to her.

"President Jiang, what a coincidence!"

Xi Mengyao flashed her signature toothy smile, her tone relaxed.

I saw you on stage this afternoon and thought I should come over and say hello.

Jiang Han turned to the side; he didn't recognize the woman in front of him.

At least it didn't attract his attention during the fashion show.

Seeing the real person up close, other images suddenly flashed through Jiang Han's mind.

In her past life, Xi Mengyao was a variety show host who frequently flaunted her love for her husband.

It turns out she's still waiting for the right price.

Jiang Han cursed inwardly.

How could I run into domestic green tea after traveling all this far?

To be honest, he had absolutely no interest.

She has no breasts and no butt.

Her professional skills as a model are absolutely terrible.

His appearance is somewhat distinctive, but with his overly enthusiastic gaze at that moment, he exudes a shrewd and calculating air.

Compared to other models who confidently display their body curves.

Xi Mengyao exudes an undeniable air of worldly wisdom and social skills.

How to put it? It's the kind of situation where you have to be wary of the other person setting a trap for you even when you're in bed.

"Hello." Jiang Han nodded symbolically.

Xi Mengyao extended her hand proactively: "Hello, President Jiang! My name is Xi Mengyao."

She deliberately didn't use her English name, and her handshake was firm and decisive.

In the instant her fingers withdrew, she deliberately traced two lines on Jiang Han's arm, with a hint of teasing and suggestion.

"Mr. Jiang, are you alone?"

"I came with a friend."

Jiang Han was a man of few words, and he wouldn't even bother to pretend with women he didn't have a deep conversation with.

But Xi Mengyao seemed oblivious to the cold atmosphere, as if she hadn't developed any intelligence.

She took half a step forward, her toes almost touching Jiang Han's shoes.

The distance was carefully designed, neither too far nor too close.

It's just the right amount of perfume that lets the other person smell it, without going too far.

"Hehehe, is Mr. Jiang satisfied with what he saw today?"

Jiang Han was getting a little impatient: "It's alright."

Do you usually attend fashion shows in the country?

"Domestic fashion weeks have made great progress in recent years, but there is still a gap compared to Paris."

Jiang Han raised an eyebrow, clearly uncomfortable with what he was hearing.

With your mediocre skills, you're already complaining about the domestic market? Where did you get your confidence?