Yu Siqiao’s face darkened again and he slapped the man on the head, "What are you thinking? I told you to teach her how to dance!"
Gu Wenjuan gave a slightly awkward smile, "Young Master Yu, there’s no need to..."
"What do you mean no need?" Yu Siqiao’s tone wasn’t very pleasant. He glared at her coldly, "You’ve already come all the way here, do you think you came for nothing?"
Ou Feng also heaved a sigh of relief and quickly said with a smile, "I see, this beautiful lady isn’t very good at dancing, is she? Don’t worry, I’m an expert, especially when it comes to teaching beautiful girls. It’s like I wore out my shoulders in my previous life just for the honor of meeting them."
Yu Siqiao: "...What do you mean?"
But Ou Feng had already grabbed Gu Wenjuan’s hand, speaking tenderly, "Buddha said, it takes five hundred glances in past lives to encounter someone in passing in this life. I think, being able to meet you in this life means that in our previous lives..."
Gu Wenjuan’s face flushed instantly, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand back.
But Ou Feng quickly held her hand tighter and gently said, "Come on, let’s begin."
Yu Siqiao watched, his eyebrows twitching.
That line was so cheesy and cliché—it was cringe-worthy!
But girls just seemed to fall for that kind of talk, one after another. Where were their brains?
Soon enough, Gu Wenjuan was led away by Ou Feng. Watching Ou Feng’s bruised face still manage a smile being both graceful and considerate...
So, this was what women liked?
Didn’t they realize he was just a peacock always ready to fan out its feathers?
"Young Master Yu," a gentle voice came, "You took away my dance partner. Are you planning to fill in yourself?"
Yu Siqiao looked over; it was the woman who had been with Ou Feng. Perhaps others saw her as a great beauty, but having seen Mo Shu’s face so often, she seemed just okay to him.
Not as good as Mo Shu’s either.
Yu Siqiao showed a look of disdain, "No, thank you."
The woman’s gentle smile froze on her face, then undeterred, she continued smiling, "Then, at least find me another dance partner. Don’t worry, I won’t step on your feet."
Yu Siqiao looked at her again. Mimicking Ou Feng’s expression, he said tenderly, "Do you know what your flaw is?"
The woman brightened, asking affectionately, "What is it?"
Even though Mr. Ou had told her that before, coming from Yu’s mouth, it felt like a different kind of romance.
She looked at Yu Siqiao with anticipation.
Yu Siqiao continued, "You’re completely clueless. Can’t you see that I don’t want to talk at all?"
The woman’s expression cracked instantly.
Then, she just watch as Yu Siqiao walked away.
As the dance ended, many people became attracted to the clothing and jewelry Mo Shu wore.
They soon eagerly started asking about the design inspiration.
Meng Yunjing felt the gazes from around her and struck up a conversation with the designer in front of her, smiling.
For a designer, there was no greater joy than being publicly recognized.
The dance itself was a mixer for designers, and soon, more and more people gathered around Mo Shu, the voices growing louder and more numerous.
Going with the flow, Mo Shu, who had modeled before, had often moved around such gatherings.
However, she suddenly caught sight of Yu Siqiao, who was straining to maintain a gentle expression as he walked over.
Mo Shu’s forehead furrowed.
He couldn’t possibly have been bewitched, could he?