Upon hearing Xiao Yang call Wang Yan a "young friend," everyone immediately dropped their jaws and widened their eyes, looking at Wang Yan.
At this moment, the way they looked at Wang Yan was as if they were looking at a monster.
In their eyes, Xiao Yang, who was unattainable and whose mere smile made them feel extremely honored, actually addressed Wang Yan as a "young friend"?
Who on earth is this Wang Yan?
First it was Zeng Deyi, then Sun Da, and now an even more esteemed Xiao Yang—within just a few minutes, Wang Yan continually shattered people's perceptions of him.
Wang Yan casually chatted with Xiao Yang, as if they were two very familiar friends.
As for Beiming Bufan, Xiahou Xin, and others, they surrounded the two like juniors, listening attentively, not daring to interrupt.
The self-assured Xiahou Que now could only stand on the outer edge of the crowd, even having to tiptoe just to catch a glimpse of Xiao Yang through layers of people.
After chatting with Wang Yan for a while, Xiao Yang was led to the study on the second floor by Beiming Bufan, Xiahou Xin, and others.
After all, given Xiao Yang's status and age, he wouldn't stay long in the main hall; once the elders left, it would be time for the young people's dance.
In other words, the next segment should be presided over by Xiahou Que.
However, by this time, everyone's eyes were on Wang Yan, especially the young and beautiful girls who hoped to dance with the mysterious Wang Yan.
But everyone knew that Wang Yan's first dance would definitely be with Beiming Xue.
Although Wang Yan could dance the first dance with Beiming Xue, he couldn't dance with her all night.
Thus, all the young ladies eagerly anticipated rushing to Wang Yan after he finished the first dance with Beiming Xue, hoping to be his second dance partner of the evening.
Beiming Xue looked sweetly at Wang Yan and said, "Brother Wang Yan, you should invite me to dance."
"Dance?" Wang Yan chuckled and said, "But I don't know how to dance."
Beiming Xue smiled and said, "It's okay, Brother Wang Yan, I'll teach you."
With that, Beiming Xue, light as a swan, walked toward Wang Yan, stopping half a step away from him.
Raising her delicate face slightly, Beiming Xue shyly said, "Brother Wang Yan, now you should extend your right hand."
Obediently, Wang Yan extended his right hand in front of Beiming Xue.
Beiming Xue slowly raised her left hand as well, placing her soft, white hand into Wang Yan's broad, warm palm.
Wang Yan felt Beiming Xue's small hand, soft and boneless, in his palm, smooth as satin.
At the point where their hands met, it suddenly felt as if a current shot up Wang Yan's palm, traversing his arm and coursing through his entire body.
As the current traveled through him, Wang Yan's hair stood on end, every pore opened up, and his body stiffened where he stood.
This electrifying sensation was the fourth time Wang Yan had felt it around Beiming Xue.
The first time was at the Three Principles Mountain when he accidentally kissed Beiming Xue; the second was after the opening ceremony, when he nearly kissed her again; the third was at the Peak Group when Beiming Xue cried in his arms.
Today was the fourth time.
As these four shocks coursed through him, Wang Yan instantly replayed all the previous scenes in his mind, like a movie quickly replaying.
A feeling of wanting to protect Beiming Xue for life surged again in Wang Yan's heart; though not the first time, this feeling now deeply took root, seeming to brand itself into his heart.
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Watching his fiancée gaze lovingly at another man, Xiahou Que nearly went mad with rage. Wang Yan had undeniably given him a metaphorical "green hat."
Xiahou Que's rage surged throughout his body, and the Power of Demon Patterns unconsciously emanated from him, followed by a cold snort.
This snort, cold and piercing, instantaneously made everyone present shudder.
Upon hearing this snort, Beiming Xue felt a chill, swaying backward as if about to fall.
Perceiving the Demon Pattern power emanating from Xiahou Que, Wang Yan frowned, feeling surprised.
However, seeing Beiming Xue about to fall, Wang Yan quickly reached out, his left arm encircling Beiming Xue's slender waist, supporting her.
This move happened to be the beginning gesture of a ballroom dance.
Held by Wang Yan around the waist, Beiming Xue's right hand naturally rested on Wang Yan's shoulder; with Wang Yan's arm behind her, Beiming Xue instantly felt she had found a safe harbor, a comforting sensation washed over her.
"Brother Wang Yan, follow my steps," Beiming Xue took a deep breath, inhaling Wang Yan's scent, feeling weightless and extremely comfortable.
Hearing Beiming Xue's words, Wang Yan promptly sensed her steps, whether advancing or retreating, and started dancing.
As the dancing began, the band beside immediately started playing music.
By tradition, once the band started, everyone around the dance floor would begin to find their dance partners and start dancing.
However, the men present were unable to find partners.
Not because there were no women, but because all the women declined the men's invitations, their eyes fixated on Wang Yan.
They were waiting for Wang Yan to finish his first dance so they could rush to him and be his partner for the second dance.
In the large dance floor, only Wang Yan and Beiming Xue danced elegantly.
Normally, this situation would be expected, but such a courtesy should be reserved for the host and hostess of the evening.
Now, Wang Yan had assumed the place of honor.
Meanwhile, the host Xiahou Que stood alone by the dance floor, unable to find a partner.
This was Wang Yan's first dance; at first, his steps were clumsy, relying on Beiming Xue's guidance to gradually match her pace.
By the middle of the song, Wang Yan became familiar with the steps, and by the latter part, he danced like a seasoned dancer.
Wang Yan, holding Beiming Xue, spun them around the dance floor; Beiming Xue felt as if she were flying, her evening dress's train fluttering like wings behind her.
Beiming Xue felt her feet barely touch the ground, her whole body seemed airborne, yet she wasn't afraid. Instead, her heart soared, intoxicated by the ethereal sensation.
The dance ended, Wang Yan stopped spinning, and Beiming Xue's feet finally touched the ground.
Her body softened, unable to stand on her own—or perhaps she simply didn't want to. Beiming Xue's soft, delicate body fell into Wang Yan's arms.