Jing Qing listened to the side without saying anything else. She was no longer in the mood to concern herself with her brother Helian Hao’s affairs. She just watched as Qin Mu, standing by, subconsciously tightened her grip on Mu Yichen’s arm.
Mu Yichen subconsciously looked down at his own arm, then heaved a helpless sigh. Seeing Qiao Yi, Zhao Huai, and Jiang Zhiyuan coming over, he called out, "Qiao Yi!"
The moment Qiao Yi stepped forward, Mu Yichen immediately took Jing Qing’s hand off and placed it in Qiao Yi’s hand, "Take good care of tonight’s birthday girl."
Jing Qing’s eyes couldn’t leave him, and although her hand was in Qiao Yi’s, her gaze had already followed Mu Yichen.
Mu Yichen took Qin Mu’s hand and called to the band to play an old song they often listened to in Paris. Holding her hand like that, they left the crowd and began to dance the Waltz in a corner.
Qin Mu puzzled, "Why suddenly dance?"
"To seize every opportunity to let others know you are my woman," he explained with a smile.
"You’re holding on really tight!"
As he said that, he squeezed her slender waist, and Qin Mu continued the banter.
Jing Qing shook off Qiao Yi’s hand, about to rush forward.
"Stop making a fuss. You’re the birthday girl today; can’t you show a bit of grace?" Jing Feng immediately grabbed her and reminded her in a low voice.
"But Jing Feng, that woman is dancing with him at my birthday party. What will people think?"
"It’s too late for you to go over there now. Just bear with it for now," he said while signaling Qiao Yi with his eyes. Qiao Yi, in fact, was reluctant to play this distasteful role. He would rather stay further away, but at this moment, it seemed he was the only option.
Because Zhao Huai and Jiang Zhiyuan had already walked far away, appearing to be very busy.
Jing Feng turned to look at the woman beside him; she had already run off. With Mu Yichen dancing with Qin Mu, she sat down at a bar stool nearby, holding a glass of wine and admiring them as if she wasn’t part of the birthday party at all.
So, after asking Qiao Yi to take care of Jing Qing, he walked toward her. He wasn’t dressed in his usual white shirt because Helian Hao was there, and he had specially changed into a light blue one. Coming up to her, he said, "Why are you sitting here alone? Didn’t you come to wish me a happy birthday?"
"Isn’t there another act later? I’m not participating in this one," she replied.
Jing Feng looked at her without speaking, just thinking about the following acts; he was eager to leave now, but when he turned and saw so many people, he couldn’t help but sigh.
He wondered what the point of celebrating his birthday every year was. There were already many gentlemen and ladies approaching his sister, offering gifts and best wishes. Soon, Jing Qing was surrounded by a dense crowd.
Jing Feng has never liked such events. It would be better to have a meal at home with the family or simply spend it alone.
He looked again at the woman next to him. Ever since she had half agreeably consented to be with him, he found himself increasingly disinclined to stay at home.
Even if she just visited his apartment every day to sit for a while, he wanted to free up all the time he could for her.
Looking over at Mrs. Mu being led by President Mu as if about to take flight, her smile was seductive and charming, her eyes seemingly glowing, brightening the heart of everyone who saw her.
"Will Jing Qing mind if I don’t give her a gift? Will she want to kick me out?"
"Your man has already sent one on your behalf."
"I haven’t asked what you picked for her?"
She moved into his embrace, hands on his shoulders, looking up at him with an ambiguous gaze.
"Do you really want to know?" he teased mysteriously.
"Of course. What, you dare not say?"
"What’s there to dare or not dare? I didn’t personally go buy it."
"My secretary went to buy it. Jing Qing’s gifts are always bought by her; I never interfere."
Qin Mu then realized how much this man had let down Jing Qing. She adored him so much, yet he never even personally selected a gift for her.
Knowing this would probably infuriate Jing Qing, perhaps enough to make her spit blood.
Suddenly, Qin Mu had a wicked urge to see Jing Qing’s reaction upon learning this, but she quickly let go of that thought as Qin Mingzhu, holding onto a handsome gentleman’s arm, came up from below, dressed in a princess gown with a fairy tale princess hairstyle, her hair neatly tied in a beautiful braid at the back of her head.
Yeah, looking at Jing Qing’s attire for the day, she seemed to be missing the essence of the birthday main character despite her aristocratic lady’s appearance.
Qin Mingzhu seemed quite skilled at dolling herself up, causing Qin Mu to take an extra glance at her involuntarily.