The younger sister pretends to be hypnotized, and her older brother gets addicted.

The umbrella obscured the man's face, but his impeccably tailored suit revealed half of a classic Patek Philippe watch, reflecting the cool gleam of diamonds.

The man walked towards the crowd.

Beneath her long legs encased in dress trousers, thin-soled black handcrafted Oxford shoes stepped onto the water's surface, shattering the cold, neon reflections in the water.

The umbrella was raised.

A handsome face with a cool, pale tone was revealed. Behind the glasses held up by his high, straight nose, a pair of narrow, dark eyes showed a faint expression.

As he approached, the cool fragrance of pine wood wafted around him, exuding a sophisticated and abstinent aura.

The umbrella was large and ornate enough. Long, elegant fingers gripped the sterling silver cheetah handle, and the drizzling weather gave off an air of composure befitting an old-money gentleman from the heyday of 20th-century Britain.

Such people will never have to worry about damp weather.

Everyone held their breath.

Xingcan is also a high-end ballet training institution and has come into contact with many wealthy people.

The man before her not only possessed a noble and composed demeanor, but his cold and stern face was also like a drawn blade, clear and profound, making one afraid to meet his gaze.

Jiang Yanci's eyes swept across the crowd.

Finally, my gaze settled on a clean-cut little face at the back of the crowd.

On ordinary days, she is a young girl who always acts as a banquet queen and is so delicate that she wants to use rose essential oil worth hundreds of dollars per gram to pamper herself from head to toe as soon as she gets up in the morning.

At this moment, she was wearing a simple, fitted white dress, and her dark hair was casually tied into a full bun on top of her head, without even the pearl hair ornaments she always liked.

This is very unusual.

Is it because you broke up with Jiang Zhuo that you lost the will to dress up?

In fact, Jiang Yanci did not miss the fleeting complex expression on the little girl's face when he got out of the car.

Furthermore, her explanation to her colleagues that he was "not her boyfriend" also reached his ears.

Don't want him to appear?

Or perhaps, they don't want to be associated with themselves?

If it were Jiang Zhuo, would she happily pounce on her?

Knowing that he shouldn't make comparisons, Jiang Yanci couldn't help himself.

The most sour vinegar is the kind that has no name or label.

Behind the glasses, his eyes darkened.

His once spotless Oxford shoes were now damp. He stood three steps away from Ruan Yang, his dark eyes fixed on her without speaking, as if waiting for her to acknowledge their relationship first.

Jiang Yanci didn't know what he was being stubborn about.

When did he become so childish?

In the silent standoff, Qiao Wei gracefully approached him in her stiletto heels.

Sensing the man's imposing aura, her voice softened involuntarily. "Sir, are you here to inquire about ballet lessons for your child?"

Jiang Yanci frowned almost imperceptibly.

Does he look like he has children?

He glanced at the offender with indifferent eyes.

Then I saw a woman wearing an ill-fitting dress that was constricted at the chest.

It's incredibly vulgar.

What a pity about this dress.

This was personally chosen by Huo Shen for "Little Rose," a work by the design master Laura, and is one of a kind in the world.

Is she the woman who made Huo Shen fall deeply in love?

That friend's taste is rather unique.

Jiang Yanci withdrew his gaze and looked at his younger sister in the crowd.

"Yangyang, come here."

Ruan Yang woke up as if from a dream when he heard his own name.

Her face was serious, not because of Jiang Yanci's appearance, but because she was struggling with whether or not to wade in the water.

Oh, her little lambskin shoes.

She stared at the tips of her shoes and hesitated for a few seconds.

She was wearing these same shoes when she went to Half Moon Bay to visit her brother last time.

Why does it always rain whenever I wear these shoes?

She's about to become the rain goddess.

Ruan Yang's little head was filled with a jumble of thoughts.

Jiang Yanci followed her gaze and also saw the shoes.

For someone who inherited the company at the age of nineteen and dealt with a group of cunning old foxes who wanted to devour the Jiang family, his perception could not be anything but sharp.

He remembered the scene in the rain when Ruan Yang was afraid of getting her shoes wet.

Yangyang didn't not want to see him, but she was afraid of getting her shoes wet.

Jiang Yanci chuckled silently.

That icy demeanor melted away like a spring breeze.

He strode over, his Oxford shoes far more expensive than the lambskin high heels, but he didn't care and walked on resolutely.

In Ruan Yang's bewildered eyes, he bent down, his large palms cupping her skirt and resting on the back of her knees, while his other hand slipped under her waist and lifted her up in his arms.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Ruan Yang wrap her arms around Jiang Yanci's neck. The scent of pine mixed with sandalwood wafted over, and her heart pounded.

She whispered, "I can walk by myself..."

Jiang Yanci's voice rang in her ears, "Aren't you afraid your shoes will get wet?"

Ruan Yang: "..."

She shut her mouth.

Seeing this, the driver also got out of the car, held an umbrella over their heads, and shielded them from the gradually decreasing drizzle.

Everyone froze.

They then realized that wealthy people have drivers.

Especially luxury cars like the Cullinan.

—Ruan Yang's boyfriend was not that middle-aged driver, but that handsome man with a cold and aloof demeanor and an aura of authority!

I'm not afraid of comparing goods, I'm afraid of comparing people.

People inevitably start comparing things in their minds.

This guy seems to have a stronger presence than Qiao Wei's boyfriend.

Qiao Wei noticed the subtle changes in her colleagues' expressions and clenched her fists in frustration.

The rumors she deliberately spread that morning all came back to haunt her like slaps.

Fortunately-

After the Cullinan left, a Bentley drove up in the distance, honking its horn.

Qiao Wei smiled sweetly.

To be honest, although she and Huo Shen had been dating online for a while, they had never officially met in person.

This time, she was determined to leave a deeper impression on Huo Shen.

She was fully prepared mentally.

But when the car door opened, there was only a driver inside.

The driver hesitated a little when he saw Qiao Wei get into the car.

...Is this the girl the young master has been longing for, the one he's met once and already thought of names for his future children?

Before he could confirm, Qiao Wei spoke first.

His tone was somewhat dissatisfied, "Why didn't Ah Shen come?"

The driver silently lamented the young master's poor taste.

It seems there's no mistake, it was Teacher Ruan whom the young master instructed him to receive.

The driver replied politely, "Young Master is quite busy today, so he specially asked me to pick you up, Miss. If the dress doesn't fit, there are alternatives in the banquet dressing room that you can change into."

In the elite social circles of Beijing and Hong Kong, the degree of skin exposure also implies status and identity.

No wealthy heiress would dress herself up like a stunner.

Take this person in front of us, for example.

The dress is perfect; it's elegant and graceful.

The mistake was that it didn't fit properly and had a worldly, tainted look.

If his wife saw this, she would probably faint on the spot from anger.

But Qiao Wei was very proud of it.

She was certain that Huo Shen would be deeply fascinated by her once he saw her.