The banquet in the mansion slowly drew its curtains, with soothing music rising in the spacious courtyard that temporarily served as a dance floor with many men and women dancing together.
Song Wuliang’s eyes sparkled as he stared at Bai Jingjing, his mouth hanging open, nearly drooling.
"Sorry, I already have a dance partner," Bai Jingjing moved to Fang Yi’s side.
Song Wuliang instantly shot a murderous glance at Fang Yi.
Fang Yi smiled slightly, saying, "I believe with your handsome looks, you’ll definitely find a dance partner as beautiful as a flower."
"Even if she’s as beautiful as a flower, she’s not as gorgeous as Alliance Hierarch Bai," Song Wuliang sighed, touched his chin, then muttered to himself, "But you’re right, with my looks, I can definitely find a beauty, oh..."
Suddenly, Song Wuliang’s eyes lit up like a hungry wolf and turned toward the person behind Fang Yi.
"The second most beautiful woman in Moon City..." Song Wuliang wiped his mouth and hurriedly approached.
"The noble and pure Miss Lin Mengyan, may I..."
"Sorry, I’m not available," Lin Mengyan seemed to have anticipated what Song Wuliang would say, she shook her head and passed by him, moving forward.
In the night breeze, Song Wuliang stood silent like a statue, disheveled.
"Damn it, I’ll just dance by myself!"
At that moment, Song Wuliang had a bit of self-awareness, realizing his reputation was quite bad, and simply went alone into the dance floor to dance solo.
Lin Mengyan stepped gracefully forward, her waist swaying delicately like willow branches as she approached Fang Yi.
"May I have this dance?" Lin Mengyan asked, making the first move.
"But I already have a dance partner," Fang Yi frowned and refused.
Not far away, many people were watching, and when they heard Fang Yi’s response, they were both happy and angry.
They were happy because their goddess wouldn’t have to dance with Fang Yi, but they were angry because Lin Mengyan had made the first move and this guy actually rejected her, disregarding their goddess like that.
Lin Mengyan gave a faint smile and looked at Bai Jingjing, "Alliance Hierarch Bai, may I borrow him for a while?"
Bai Jingjing said, "Since Miss Lin has asked, I naturally won’t refuse, but it still depends on whether he agrees or not."
Lin Mengyan smiled again, showing appreciation toward Bai Jingjing.
Then, without saying anything else, Lin Mengyan reached out her delicate hand and grabbed Fang Yi’s hand.
"Darn it! Miss Lin actually took the initiative to grab his hand?!"
"What merits does Fang Yi have?! Didn’t they say that Miss Lin had nothing to do with him anymore?"
"Could it be that old feelings have reignited?"
"This is good, there’s definitely a good show coming up, Bai won’t let this go easily."
But no matter how they discussed, and no matter how shocked the surrounding people were, Lin Mengyan wasn’t pressured by this and still held onto Fang Yi’s hand.
"You’ve crossed the line," Fang Yi said, Bai Jingjing had left, leaving just the two of them.
Lin Mengyan smiled faintly, showing her silvery white teeth, "Last time I didn’t cross the line, and I regretted it, so this time I want to."
Fang Yi frowned, understanding the implications of Lin Mengyan’s words.
"Last time you didn’t do it, and now you choose to do it, don’t you think you’re being fickle?" Fang Yi said.
"Last time I hurt you, so this time I want to make amends. Besides, I’ve realized my mistake that time, can you forgive me?" Lin Mengyan moved closer to Fang Yi, her delicate body almost touching him.
Smelling the enticing fragrance of Lin Mengyan, Fang Yi grinned, his other hand suddenly encircling her slender waist, "It depends on your performance."
Lin Mengyan’s cheeks swiftly turned rosy, delicate yet vibrant, revealing a hint of shyness, graceful and coquettish.
"Dammit! He actually dares to embrace my goddess’s waist!"
"I’m going to kill him!"
"Ah, to let such a filthy hand take advantage, the goddess has fallen."
Those around Fang Yi glared at him with hostility, grinding their teeth in anger, wanting nothing more than to strangle him.
Fang Yi paid no attention to their words and actions, he suddenly felt that stirring up hostility was happening quite quickly.
The pair slowly stepped into the dance floor and began to dance.
As if sensing each other’s feelings, as they reached the dance floor, they moved to the soothing music, pressed together, one hand clasped with each other’s, and the other hand wrapped around each other’s waist, they began dancing slowly.
Lin Mengyan, wearing a black evening gown with a fluttering hem, exuded a subtle allure with her fiery red lips and bright charming eyes, also emitting a slightly languid air that made people lose themselves in her presence.
"You can waltz too," Lin Mengyan said, slightly surprised.
"I learned a bit while abroad," Fang Yi said modestly.
However, Lin Mengyan didn’t believe it; could a little practice result in such proficient dancing?
Fang Yi’s movements were very gentle and slow, as if following Lin Mengyan’s steps, not overstepping at all, allowing Lin Mengyan to lead.
"Since you can waltz, you should be able to tango as well," Lin Mengyan said, her breath like a fragrant breeze in Fang Yi’s ear.
Fang Yi smiled slightly and said, "A little as well."
Just then, the soothing music changed, becoming somewhat more intense—it was a tango tune.
Fang Yi took the lead now; previously, he had followed Lin Mengyan’s moves, but this time he initiated.
Their dance steps were graceful, each step, each move forward, each move backward, along with countless tango motions, they synchronized perfectly. Lin Mengyan’s face grew even rosier and her breathing became somewhat rapid.
Why was this happening?
Perhaps because her heartbeat had quickened.
In the dance floor, those who were dancing gradually moved to the side, since they felt that compared to the couple in the center, their own dancing was simply too dull and stiff.
In the dance floor, the crowd thinned as people respectfully moved aside; a chubby man stopped, his eyes wide as he exclaimed: "Brother Fang, you’re awesome."
Apart from Song Wuliang, there were others still dancing in the dance floor, including Song Shicheng.
To save face, Song Shicheng had specially brought a third-tier female star, dressed provocatively, quite a spectacle.
Initially, Song Shicheng was enjoying his dance with the starlet, but noticing the gradually emptying dance floor, he stopped, and upon closer inspection, he realized why and clenched his teeth.
"Act arrogant for now, you’ll get what’s coming," Song Shicheng muttered through clenched teeth.
But in the dance floor, Fang Yi and Lin Mengyan seemed to have sunk into their own world, unconcerned with the outside gaze, just engrossed in their dance.
Outside the dance floor, two cold gazes pierced through the crowd towards them.
Bai Mingqi held a wine glass in his hand, but at that moment, the glass creaked, as if ready to shatter at any moment.
"Mingqi, is that Fang Yi?" Beside Bai Mingqi, a tall man with a thick beard asked.
"He dares to bully you, my brother, let me confront him," the bearded man said, heading towards the dance floor.
He moved with a menacing air, and the so-called confrontation was naturally to be conducted with fists and feet.