Ye Xian’s tongue lightly pressed against her jaw, feeling inexplicably... a bit stifled in her heart. If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn’t have accepted Miss Krista’s invitation. Who would want to be a third wheel for no reason?
Just as she was about to avert her gaze, she saw Bo Tingshen turn around and pick up a rose from beneath the champagne glasses in the center of the dance floor.
Was he... about to ask Miss Krista to dance?
"Hey! Ye Xian, are you being a bit too wild today? The three of us graciously invited you to dance, and you’re just going to space out and wander off in the middle of it?"
Suddenly, Cary bellowed, snapping Ye Xian’s attention back to the moment.
When Jiang Wanze turned to look in that direction, he slowly retracted the flower in his hand, the tiny thorns on the stem pricking his fingers.
"Dance? Go dance by yourselves!"
Ye Xian turned away; she hated dancing the most!
Cary looked at her sudden outburst and wondered, "?" Did she realize that he was trying to dissipate his own peach blossoms on purpose?
"Ye Xian."
Just as Ye Xian was about to leave the dance, a deep and magnetic male voice called out from behind her.
She came to an abrupt halt.
The CEO?
What was he calling her for? Why wasn’t he dancing with his beloved?
As she turned around, a ravishing rose bloomed before her eyes. Following the straight green stem, she could see the man’s left hand behind his back, leaning forward forty-five degrees with a pair of profound and narrow eyes gazing steadily at her, "Ce charmant homme, puis-je avoir l’honneur de danser avec vous?" (This charming gentleman, may I have the honor of asking you for a dance?)
A standard, elegant invitation posture, a gentlemanly dance request and a strikingly handsome man, he seemed like the male protagonist from a fairy tale.
At this moment, any woman in the world would be moved.
Looking at this formal and romantic scene, Ye Xian’s heartbeat unconsciously skipped a beat.
Seeing an opportunity, Cary retracted his rose in surprise, and Lin Yan also stepped back slightly.
One was the renowned CEO of the BHS Group, and the other was today’s superstar basked in the limelight. Now, one was inviting the other to dance, and the entire audience cast intrigued and envious glances their way. Soon, everyone started clapping, as if urging Ye Xian to agree.
The applause jolted Ye Xian back to reality. Looking at the man before her, she felt a bit surprised. Why was the CEO asking her to dance? Shouldn’t it be Krista...
"Ah~"
Before she could figure it out, her supple waist was seized by the man, forcefully pulling her onto the dance floor.
Ye Xian: "???" Was the elegant gentleman and romantic invitation just an illusion?
Bo Tingshen dominantly tucked the rose into the pocket over her chest, his dark eyes a deep black, "Thinking of rejecting me again?"
"Ah? No, no, I just... I was just wondering why you didn’t ask Miss Krista to dance?"
"Why would I invite her?"
"Because..." Isn’t it obvious? Ye Xian lifted her eyebrows slightly, her voice a little low as if she was afraid of revealing his secret and being overheard, "You don’t like Miss Krista... ow ow~"
She suddenly felt a pinch at her waist, reflexively leaning forward, becoming completely pressed against the man.
Bo Tingshen held her even tighter, as if to clamp her in his embrace, his eyes pitch-black, "Who told you I liked her?"
"..."
Ye Xian blinked her watery eyes, looking at his face turning dark in an instant and his voice nearly grinding teeth.
Could it be she had guessed wrong?
The CEO wasn’t interested in Krista at all?


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