“How could it have nothing to do with me? If he’s ugly, he’d be letting down his ancestors, offending my eyes, and disappointing the fragile hearts of everyone who’s been eagerly awaiting this moment,” Jin Luoluo declared with absolute conviction.
Lan Cangxuan was speechless. He had no desire to argue with this eccentric woman.
Amid everyone’s eager anticipation, two attendants dressed in blue carried out a pearwood table, while maids holding jars of century-old wine followed behind them. The display wasn’t extravagant, but it was exquisitely refined.
“What a show-off,” Jin Luoluo muttered irritably. This kind of deliberate suspense was driving her crazy.
Then, a young man dressed in magnificent silver robes slowly emerged.
His hair was bound beneath a flowing-cloud crown, and around his waist was an exquisitely crafted gold-and-jade belt from which hung a coiled-dragon jade pendant. His bearing was graceful and refined, elegant like a crane.
He was so handsome that men would envy him and women would scream in excitement.
Jin Luoluo instantly froze.
Why did the man before her look so much like someone else? It was as if they had been cast from the very same mold.
The moment Lan Cangxuan saw Dongfang Hong, he secretly frowned. When he noticed Jin Luoluo’s thunderstruck expression, he became even more displeased.
“Weak and delicate, with red lips and white teeth—he doesn’t have an ounce of masculine vigor. Jin Luoluo, do you really have to be so captivated that you can’t even speak?”
The attendants nearby struggled to suppress their laughter, desperately wanting to complain:
Master, that’s naked jealousy. Pure jealousy!
“…He lied to me. That scoundrel Dongfang Hong actually deceived me.”
So the descendant of the Yun family, whom she had longed to meet for so long, was someone she had already encountered. Yet she had never realized it. The blow to her pride was immense.
“I am Yun Zhihong, the new head of the Yun family. Thank you all for honoring us with your presence today. I hope that in the future we may enjoy pleasant cooperation in our business dealings. Allow me to offer you all a toast first.”
Dongfang Hong accepted a specially prepared jade cup from a maid. Folding his hands in greeting toward all directions, he raised the cup and drained it in one gulp, his demeanor exceptionally bold and magnanimous.
Everyone present could see that this young man possessed extraordinary bearing. Every gesture reflected the refinement of a distinguished family, making it clear that he was no ordinary person.
In future business ventures, no one knew who might end up relying on whom, so all the guests politely rose to return the toast.
Only Jin Luoluo and Lan Cangxuan remained seated, completely unmoving.
Their behavior appeared extremely rude, and it naturally drew the attention of everyone in the hall.
The guests began speculating among themselves. Jin Luoluo was usually tactful and rarely made enemies without reason.
Yet now, by showing so little respect to the master of the Yun family, she was putting him in an awkward position. It seemed inevitable that resentment would arise between them.
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