Gu Wenjuan’s heart trembled, but she quickly complied, placing her hand in his with a stumble, "I... am not very good at this."
Yu Siqiao looked down, impatiently saying, "If you can’t, can’t you learn?"
Gu Wenjuan’s face turned slightly red.
She had learned before.
Previously, in order to train her to marry into a wealthy family, Gu ZhenGuo had her learn almost all the social etiquettes, including dancing.
However, she always stepped on her teacher’s feet while dancing, which often made the teacher lose his temper.
Being able to dance with Young Master Yu, Gu Wenjuan was very excited and spirited.
But Gu Wenjuan soon realized that Yu Siqiao’s gaze was constantly on Mo Shu and Meng Yunjing.
Yu Siqiao’s expression grew darker and darker because Mo Shu and Meng Yunjing were perfectly in sync, as if they had practiced countless times before.
And she was even smiling!
Each time she saw him, her face was as grim as a coffin’s, but now she was smiling so beautifully, smiling at Meng Yunjing like a blooming flower!
Was dancing with this Mr. Meng that joyous?
If it weren’t for the fact that they were relatives, bound distantly by blood, would she have thrown herself into his arms already?
The more Yu Siqiao thought, the darker his face became, suddenly, he felt a pain in his foot.
Gu Wenjuan, pale-faced, cried out, "Young Master Yu, I didn’t mean to, does it hurt?"
Yu Siqiao, with a stern face, looked down and noticed Gu Wenjuan was also wearing high heels, and instantly felt some disdain, "Wearing such high heels and still so short?"
Gu Wenjuan felt somewhat embarrassed, "I... around five-foot-three, I can’t compare with Princess Mo."
Hearing this, Yu Siqiao’s eyebrows twitched again, inexplicably feeling a bit stifled, "Who is comparing you two? You are you, she is she. Just be yourself, everyone is unique!"
Gu Wenjuan noticed his tone wasn’t good and lowered her head even more, but her heart felt a bit warm.
Was he, caring about her?
But Gu Wenjuan quickly suppressed these thoughts, hesitated for a moment, then raised her head and said, "Are you perhaps jealous? Because Princess Mo is dancing with Mr. Meng?"
"Ha," Yu Siqiao’s tone worsened, his face darkened, and he said, "Me, jealous? She’s not even that great, why would I be jealous? Are you joking?"
As Gu Wenjuan looked at Yu Siqiao with his face full of anger, the more she looked, the more she felt that he was indeed jealous.
Gu Wenjuan forced a smile and said, "Princess Mo actually loves you a lot. She is dancing with Mr. Meng now because the dress she’s wearing was designed by Mr. Meng. Today is an industry exchange salon, it’s better for Mr. Meng and Princess Mo to be seen together to better present the work, after all, they truly came here for work, not like me, just here to broaden my horizons." Original content can be found at N0velFire.ɴet
Hearing Gu Wenjuan’s words, Yu Siqiao’s anger inside him finally eased a bit.
Seeing that he had calmed down a bit, Gu Wenjuan looked at him and said again, "Actually, Princess Mo is just afraid to love you. If she knew you were jealous over her..."
"Are you misunderstanding something?" Yu Siqiao scoffed disdainfully, "Firstly, I’m angry because I’m a man! No man can stand his fiancée flirting around outside!"
Gu Wenjuan paused, looking up at him, and for some reason, she felt a twinge in her heart at his words.