They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Xi Mengyao did not back away.

She took another half step forward, holding her champagne glass.

Jiang Han's indifference was written all over his face; she wasn't oblivious to it.

But she didn't believe in superstition.

She'd seen plenty of bosses in China; they might say no, but their actions spoke louder than anyone else's.

Moreover, in Paris, a foreign land, even the hardest stone can be softened by soaking.

What Xi Mengyao lacked was an opportunity that Jiang Han couldn't refuse.

Her gaze swept over the spot where she was standing.

The carpet in the manor has a raised tassel along its edge, and several models wearing high heels tripped over it when they passed by.

Xi Mengyao had an idea.

Classic scenes become classics because they are effective.

The female lead lost her footing, and the male lead reached out to steady her.

The two locked eyes, and what followed was a natural progression.

Once Jianghan falls into the trap, we can easily attach ourselves to it.

Then she tilted her head back, looked at him with the most innocent eyes, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "I'm sorry."

Which man could withstand that?

Xi Mengyao calculated the distance and took a step forward.

The stiletto heel of the high heel landed perfectly on the upturned tassels.

With a slight twist of the ankle, the body's center of gravity shifted forward.

Xi Mengyao's lips parted slightly, ready to let out a gasp.

His hands instinctively reached forward, aiming at Jiang Han's arms.

However, the man right in front of him precisely dodged to the side.

Jiang Han held a champagne glass in his left hand, put his right hand in his pocket, and moved half a step to the right.

The movement was small, but it caused Xi Mengyao to miss her target.

Jiang Han found it amusing.

He actually used the superhuman reflexes granted by the system to avoid women.

But it's not his fault.

Some people are meant to be brought home and kept as family members for a long time.

Some people can spend the night together.

However, a few people, including Jiang Han, chose to avoid getting involved in scandal.

He even glanced down at the champagne in his glass.

Shen Qingning's custom-made suit is expensive, so it can't get dirty.

boom--

Xi Mengyao fell hard to the ground.

My knee hit the hardwood floor with a dull thud.

The champagne glass flew out of her hand, spilling the wine all over half of her dress.

The straps of her sundress slipped down, and she instinctively reached out to grab them, but it was too late.

He lay face down on the ground.

Jiang Han laughed.

Do you want to recreate that famous scene?

Her posture was exactly the same as when she tripped and fell on the catwalk years ago.

The music in the center of the venue continued, but everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Several female models gathered together covered their mouths and whispered among themselves.

His face held an undisguised mockery.

"It's her again!"

"That was intentional, wasn't it!"

"This is a disgrace to our industry!"

Xi Mengyao lay on the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

Her eyes were filled with physiological tears.

The knee pain was one issue, but the greater problem was the sense of humiliation.

She is still waiting.

In the Cinderella story, the prince reaches out his hand at the last moment.

However, she received nothing.

But Jiang Han simply stood in front of him, looking down at him with his chin raised.

He even stepped back, making room for the poor performance to be showcased.

Then, Jiang Han waved to the two female attendants beside him.

Two waitresses in black uniforms quickly walked over and helped Xi Mengyao up from the ground, one on each side.

Her sundress was askew to one side, and her hair was stained with champagne.

The knees were already visibly turning blue.

"Miss Xi, you'd better watch where you're going."

"You need to practice your earning skills regularly."

"Constantly falling down affects more than just your personal image."

"Alright, I have other things to do. Goodbye."

After saying that, Jiang Han turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Not far away, two blonde models watched Jiang Han's figure disappear into the distance.

They had been observing Xi Mengyao's actions.

Now that it's confirmed she's out, there's no more hesitation.

The two walked through the crowd, heading straight for Jianghan.

One of them wore a burgundy satin slip dress, with long, wavy hair falling over her shoulders.

With each step, the curve of her hip bones was faintly visible beneath the satin fabric.

Her features are somewhat Eastern European, with high brow bones and dark purple lips.

Another one was wearing a black lace see-through outfit, with only a thin strap-like penis underneath.

The two walked up to Jiang Han and stopped at the same time.

The woman in the burgundy satin dress spoke first, her English heavily accented.

"Hello, sir! My name is Valentina, and this is my sister, Lillian."

Lillian didn't give Jiang Han time to respond; she was more direct than her sister.

He raised his eyes, smiled, and said something even more blunt in the same heavy Eastern European accent.

Wang Jing stood far away on the edge of the dance floor, holding several glasses of champagne.

The Italian model he had his eye on had just been snatched away by another middle-aged man.

Just as he was feeling down, he turned around and saw Jiang Han being flanked by the two most eye-catching models at the party.

Lillian's see-through outfit revealed nothing to Jiang Han under the lights.

Valentina's red lips were close to Jiang Han's ear, and the satin fabric of her chest rose and fell with her breath as she spoke.

Wang Jing couldn't help but sigh deeply, "It's true what they say, comparisons are odious!"

He was trying to strike up a conversation with the Italian model.

I had to search through all the dictionary entries on my phone to barely cobble together a decent Italian sentence.

The person replied, "Sorry, I don't speak Italian."

He was silenced on the spot.

In contrast, President Jiang simply stood still and girls flocked to him.

Wang Jing was certain that if he stayed by Jiang Han's side, he wouldn't be noticed all night.

At this moment, Valentina's fingers had already touched Jiang Han's arm.

Lillian added information about the distribution channels for independent films in Europe.

Their approach was completely different from Xi Mengyao's.

There was no feigned weakness or manipulation.

It's straightforward and simple, so direct that it's hard to refuse.

Her language and actions all revealed her courtship desires.

Jianghan neither retreated nor yielded.

Just as he was considering whether to choose the bride for the night, his gaze fell upon the beauty in the corner.

On the other side of the party, in the lounge area, two women were sitting on a sofa talking quietly.

They were wearing the same white dresses, pristine white gowns without any unnecessary embellishments.

The entire aura is supported solely by the tailoring and the texture of the fabric itself.

Her long golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her pale skin glowed.

The curves of the brow bone and the bridge of the nose are exactly the same.

Like an elf in a movie.

As Jiang Han looked at them, one of the girls happened to smile at him.

Her delicate face looked unreal under the light.

Most importantly, the two look exactly alike.

Elf twins!

Even in Paris, where women are abundant, this is a rare sight.

Both have tall, slender figures and fair, beautiful skin.

Valentina and Lillian continued their offensive relentlessly around him.

But compared to one plus one equals two.

Jiang Han prefers the idea that one plus one is greater than two!

"Excuse me, gentlemen."

Two women in white dresses noticed his movement and stood up at the same time.

They walked around the coffee table and headed towards the Jianghan Plain.

Isabella.

Claudia.