Chapter 1670: Chapter 1670: Getting High
He leaned against the Roman pillar, coldly observing the lively guests at the gala, a faint, disdainful smile tugging at the corners of his crimson lips. Were weapons truly not allowed at this banquet? He didn’t believe it to be impossible.
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With Fengye Wuyin gone, Yiyi wasn’t concerned. Her thoughts were entirely consumed by the man beside the Councilman’s wife. She vaguely heard the Councilwoman call him Ling Kong.
Her feelings became more confused. Was his name Ling Kong?
So his name was Ling Kong.
This name slowly rolled off her lips, and she felt an indescribable lingering sensation.
Should she rush forward, stand before him, bravely lock eyes with him, and boldly ask if he knew her, whether he was her former lover, demanding a straightforward answer?
Yiyi really wanted to charge forward heedlessly, but what if it wasn’t him? That would be humiliating. People might think she’s crazy and throw her out of the banquet.
That would ruin Fengye Wuyin’s plan, and he might strangle her for it.
It was a truth she wasn’t ready to admit: the fear of standing before him, only to hear him calmly say he didn’t know her. Merely imagining those words from his lips made her ache.
She was terrified he’d say that. Absolutely terrified.
Hence, she dared not verify the truth, for that would shatter her last vestige of fantasy.
Yiyi, in a state of agitation, walked to the bar area. The bartender, noticing her troubled demeanor, introduced her to a fine wine, insisting that it was a rare fruit cocktail named Moonlight Spring, very sweet and refreshing, capable of bringing a sense of happiness after drinking.
Yiyi was startled.
A wine that would evoke feelings of happiness? Could it be that magical?
At the moment, she felt utterly unhappy, very unhappy indeed.
Dismissively, Yiyi took the bottle and drank a few sips, then showed an expression of amazement. It was indeed delicious, a unique fruit aroma that was pure and rich, as cold and smooth as spring water, flowing across her lips and tongue, sliding down her throat, and settling into her stomach, enveloping her in a warm, uplifting sense of happiness.
What a peculiar wine; she gulped down quite a bit of it.
But ultimately, mindful of Fengye Wuyin, she dared not drink too much. After finishing, she moved away.
She didn’t feel drunk, her mind was utterly clear, yet as she sat on the small sofa for a moment, her heart suddenly seemed to expand with a loud thud, emotions burgeoning inexplicably, alongside a growing courageousness.
She felt a strong urge to let loose.
Dizzy—what was going on? She blinked her eyes.
And then Yalan, the head of the gala, smiled broadly as she took the stage, enthusiastically announcing the commencement of the dance, inviting the two nations’ men and women to dance for friendship. Mysteriously, she added that the dance would feature a twist: instead of men inviting women to dance, women would be inviting men.
This intriguing rule immediately drew cheers from many, as high-society galas often felt overly strict and boring. This reversal naturally captivated everyone’s interest.
"Ling Kong, you don’t need to stay with me. There are bodyguards all around. There’s nothing to worry about—this is just a normal charity gala. Go enjoy the dance; young people should relish the joy of dancing with girls. My son is so handsome, he’ll mesmerize the girls," the Councilman’s wife urged Ji Lingkong with a smile, encouraging him to dance.
"I’m not interested in dancing." Ji Lingkong furrowed his brows slightly, unlike his mother, who was relaxed and optimistic.
During these two months, he’d come to understand the myriad social connections of the Helian Family, ranging from international issues to minor familial relationships, clearly aware of the tremendous importance of the Helian family’s identity and their profound influence, which, in turn, posed significant hidden risks.
