Chapter 391: 393 Deep Night (2)_1
She’s now also considered a Miss of the Qin Family, and with her natural beauty, who else in Hong Kong could compare with her?
With such a man, what was Che Huan anyway, what qualifications did she have to compete with her?
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After the formalities, it was time for the opening dance, and Fang Tong personally drew the number of the male guest she would dance with and handed it to the emcee.
The emcee took it, "Would the guest with number 9 please come forward?"
Huo Jinnan glanced at his hand; his number was nine.
Without even lifting an eyelid, his slender fingers deftly flipped the number card at the tip of his fingers, and in just a few seconds, the little guy’s number card had been exchanged with his.
The speed! The little guy thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, blinked his large eyes a couple of times, and upon looking again, indeed, the number in his hand had changed!
This Huo Jinnan, really, what else could be said about him!
For Huanhuan’s sake, he would reluctantly bear this pot.
Hearing the emcee call out several times, the little guy straightened his bow tie and stood up like a gentleman, "Here."
Instantly, Fang Tong’s complexion changed. Her stepfather had told her that he had arranged for number nine to be given to him; how could it have become his son?
She looked at Qin Mochuan.
Qin Mochuan signaled her to stay calm, but he was extremely displeased within, not expecting Huo Jinnan to slight him in such a way.
To draw again would seem quite inauspicious, yet looking at the little guy, he was just past Tongtong’s waistline, so how would they dance the opening dance?
It was at this moment that Qin Shaojin stepped forward with a bewitching smile, "How about Third Brother dances with Sister Tong for a song?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took off his suit jacket, and in a clean white shirt, he ascended the dais, took Fang Tong’s hand, and while leading her toward the dance floor, he asked softly, glancing over her brows and eyes, "Where did Sister Tong have her surgery done? It looks pretty good. Share the details, maybe Third Brother will also go optimize his facial features."
Fang Tong stiffened and looked at Qin Shaojin.
Qin Shaojin’s peach blossom eyes curled up, his smile harmlessly charming, "Sorry for my oversight, upon closer inspection, there are indeed some imperfections. I’m someone who prefers perfection."
As the music started, his smile faded, and he moved with graceful dance steps.
It was Fang Tong who was a beat slow, her high heels catching the hem of her gown and stumbling.
Without changing expression, Qin Shaojin let go of her hand, and Fang Tong fell embarrassingly in the center of the dance floor.
She looked up at Qin Shaojin, restraining herself with great effort.
Qin Shaojin stood upright, his hand extended slowly, his face and voice as cold as before, "Even if you get a face that’s completely identical, the name ’Qin Shaoling’ is something you will never be able to replace. You don’t deserve it."
Fang Tong’s outstretched hand trembled slightly as though hit by a cold blast of air, yet she still firmly grasped Qin Shaojin’s hand.
Qin Shaojin looked down at her but made no move to help her up.
Fang Tong struggled to get up on her own, maintaining her smile and composure as best she could, wishing she could splash a bucket of sulfuric acid in Qin Shaojin’s face!
Qin Shaojin continued dancing, his demeanor remaining austere.
Fang Tong’s gaze was as sharp as knives as she forcefully stepped in her high heels, glaring at Qin Shaojin.
Qin Shaojin laughed coldly, his voice edgy, "Don’t think too highly of yourself. Even if my uncle asked, Huo wouldn’t marry you."
As the music ended, he didn’t look Fang Tong’s way again, nor did he say another word, going straight back to his seat.
Just as he sat down and reached for his suit jacket, he knocked off a glass of red wine that a waiter was carrying over.
The wine splashed out onto Che Huan, drenching her!
The waiter, frightened, dropped the tray in their hands, "Second Young Master, Third Young Master..."
Qin Shaojin looked at the waiter.
The waiter stood there, pale-faced, "Third Young Master, I’ll take this miss down to change clothes right away."
