Chapter 27: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (27)
The black Maybach slowly drove into the villa estate halfway up the mountain.
Two rows of waiters bowed outside the carved iron gates.
Car lights swept over the neatly trimmed hedges in the courtyard. Warm white light strips wrapped around Roman columns, reflecting the red carpet leading to the main house as if adorned with crushed light.
As soon as the car stopped, waiters came over to open the door respectfully.
The evening breeze, wrapped in the scent of various flowers and champagne, rushed in.
The scene was a bit luxurious. Shen Tangqing subconsciously clutched his skirt, the ink-colored feathers trembling lightly with the movement, revealing a small section of cold white wrist.
Jiang Qingyan’s gaze paused on that wrist for a second before getting out of the car.
The custom suit fit his figure perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist even more superiorly. His slender fingers carelessly adjusted his bow tie, carrying a natural nobility.
When his gaze fell on Shen Tangqing, he hesitated for a moment, but still extended a hand.
“Get out.”
Shen Tangqing looked at his hand with some disdain.
However, for this occasion, as Jiang Qingyan’s “female companion,” he still handed his hand over.
Jiang Qingyan’s hand was larger than Shen Tangqing’s.
When holding it, Shen Tangqing had the illusion that his entire hand was wrapped in Jiang Qingyan’s palm.
This posture seems a bit wrong…
Shen Tangqing couldn’t help frowning, but just as he got out of the car, Jiang Qingyan let go.
Shen Tangqing stood beside Jiang Qingyan, holding his arm as they walked in.
The skirt hem swept across the stone steps. Ink-colored feathers glowed with colorful crushed light under the lamps, and the pearl belt at the waist outlined a slender waistline.
The cold makeup made him look like a thorny black rose, beautiful but distant.
The surrounding air seemed to pause for half a beat. Stunned gazes landed on him, and even low conversations lowered in volume.
Jiang Qingyan handed the invitation to the waiter, his gaze sweeping faintly over the surroundings, as if silently dispelling those inquiring and overly fervent gazes.
Walking into the main hall.
A Versailles-style crystal chandelier hung from the five-meter-high dome. Thousands of crystal prisms refracted the warm light into star rain.
Falling on the dark gold scroll patterns of the scarlet velvet curtains, and flowing across the polished marble dance floor, beautiful enough to make one sigh.
The band was playing a waltz, and even the air humidity was perfectly suitable.
It was Shen Tangqing’s first time attending a ball. Didn’t know how to describe it, but silently said “Holy sh*t” in his heart. Beautiful!
As soon as the two entered.
The originally noisy hall instantly quieted by half a beat. Guests’ gazes shot over in unison—
Many of them recognized Jiang Qingyan.
“That’s President Jiang of Jiang Corporation, right? Who’s the one beside him? This seems to be his first time bringing a female companion, right?”
“Doesn’t look like a socialite in the circle, probably a small model. Look how tall…”
“The temperament is absolute, looks so beautiful too…”
“…”
At this moment, standing beside Jiang Qingyan, Shen Tangqing had the illusion that he had become a monkey in the spotlight…
Silently sighed that money is hard to earn!
But there was a trace of rejoicing in his heart. Fortunately, no one recognized him, so he didn’t die of social embarrassment on the spot.
Passing through the crowd, several men in formal wear came up with wine glasses to exchange pleasantries with Jiang Qingyan, but their gazes couldn’t help drifting toward Shen Tangqing.
One man in his early thirties smiled politely, handing champagne to Jiang Qingyan. “President Jiang, the one beside you is…”
Jiang Qingyan took the champagne, blocking the man’s appraising gaze unobtrusively.
His original intention was to make Shen Tangqing lose face…
But at this moment, he was somewhat displeased even by others secretly sizing up Shen Tangqing, wanting only to hide him away.
“My dance partner for tonight.”
Seemingly answered, but actually nonsense.
But the man also understood the meaning in Jiang Qingyan’s words and hurriedly smiled to smooth things over. “President Jiang’s dance partner tonight is very beautiful.”
Jiang Qingyan nodded slightly, clinked glasses with him, and said thanks.
As for Shen Tangqing, he didn’t speak the whole time, deliberately maintaining a cold and arrogant appearance.
After all, he would be exposed as soon as he spoke.
But this cold and arrogant appearance fell into others’ eyes, adding a few degrees of mystery instead.
Making the people around even more curious about him.
In the corner, Fu Sizhao held a wine glass, his gaze landing on Shen Tangqing, a trace of playfulness flashing in his eyes.
If Jiang Qingyan hadn’t told him in advance that he would bring Shen Tangqing to the banquet, he might—not have recognized him.
“Heh~”
He chuckled low, fingertips gently rubbing the glass wall.
Ah Yan really knows how to play. Dressing Shen Tangqing like this, it really looks like the real deal.
However—
This Shen Tangqing in women’s clothing is really quite seductive. Aside from no chest, everything else…
Looks very fun.
After placing the champagne on the table, Fu Sizhao took out his phone and took a photo of Shen Tangqing holding Jiang Qingyan’s arm, then posted it in the four-person small group chat.
As soon as the message was sent, Wen Ci replied instantly, specifically tagging him.
Wen: [This is Jiang Qingyan’s girlfriend? Holy sh*t, on what basis does he find such a beautiful girlfriend? This face is top tier!]
Fu hooked his lips and replied: [Look carefully.]
After about a minute, Wen Ci’s message popped up.
[Feels a bit familiar, but can’t remember where I’ve seen her. Strange, I couldn’t possibly forget such a beautiful woman!]
Wen Ci leaned on the sofa in the private room, zooming in on the picture sent by Fu Sizhao again and again, but still couldn’t recall where he had seen this face.
The man opposite him leaned in, a fawning smile on his face. “Young Master Wen, it’s your turn…”
Wen Ci glanced at him coldly, tone full of impatience.
“Go aside, don’t f*cking annoy me.”
The man’s face turned pale, and he hurriedly bowed and apologized. “Sorry Young Master Wen, I’ll scram right now…”
—
Lu: [Shen Tangqing.]
Lu Yanli, who never chatted in the group, unexpectedly popped up.
Fu Sizhao was somewhat surprised when he saw the message.
Of course, what surprised him most was that he actually remembered Shen Tangqing.
[Brother Lu truly has good eyesight.]
The next second, Wen Ci’s messages exploded, full of exclamation marks.
Wen: [Holy sh*t, this is Shen Tangqing? Did he go to Thailand?]
[D*mn, why is he so seductive in women’s clothing…]
[If I knew earlier, I would have returned to City A a day later. Really f*cking want to come see personally!]
Wen Ci’s gaze was fixed on the enlarged photo. The more he looked, the more his heart itched unbearably.
Want to tear off the lace on Shen Tangqing’s neck, want to rip this eyesore of a dress…
Finally, only one thought remained in his mind.
Want to f*ck him!
Wen: [Ah Zhao, push Shen Tangqing’s WeChat to me.]
Seeing the message, Fu Sizhao couldn’t help scoffing.
[Didn’t you never play with this kind of “unpresentable” stuff?]
Wen: [Before was before, now is now! Shen Tangqing is too seductive, making an exception to play with him is nothing.]
…
Lu Yanli, who hadn’t spoken again, suddenly tagged Wen Ci.
Lu: [Advise you not to play with feelings. If you really like him, pursue seriously…]
Wen: [Like, why wouldn’t I like,] Wen Ci’s reply carried frivolity, [I like that face of his. Must be very thrilling to play with.]
Lu Yanli’s gaze fell on this sentence from Wen Ci. His originally cold expression turned even darker.
His thumb unconsciously gripped the phone tight, knuckles turning slightly white.
A moment later, he exited WeChat and tossed the phone casually onto the table in front of him.
But Shen Tangqing’s beautiful face floated uncontrollably in his mind.
This person—
Can affect my emotions.
Although, only a trace, it was enough to alert him.
In my line of work, the most taboo thing is to catch feelings.
…
The man standing aside noticed his expression was wrong, his heart sinking quietly.
He thought Lu Yanli was unhappy because of that batch of goods.
He spoke cautiously, “President Lu, how should we handle that batch of goods now?”
Lu Yanli lifted his eyelids and swept coldly over him. His voice revealed the pressure of a superior, without a trace of warmth.
“Do you still need me to teach you?” He tapped his finger on the tabletop, his tone carrying unquestionable ruthlessness.
“Since they dare to touch my things, then flip their turf.”
The man’s expression froze, and he nodded hurriedly. “Yes, President Lu, I’ll go do it right away.”
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