Chapter 66: Was She Angry with Him?

After the host delivered a brief opening speech, the event transitioned into the dance segment.

The head of the host family brought a group of people over to greet Qin Weizhou. However, Qin Weizhou possessed a naturally cold demeanor and disliked exchanging conventional pleasantries, so they dared not disturb him excessively.

"President Qin, this is my daughter Ruolan. The dance is about to begin. I wonder if you would grace us with the honor of a dance with her?" the family head asked with a smile.

Qin Weizhou replied politely, "I apologize, but I am not very good at dancing. However, this young master Zhou here is an expert dancer."

Zhou Zirui's expression stiffened as he looked at Qin Weizhou. Had he just been sold out like that?

"Then, would Young Master Zhou be interested..."

"It is my honor to dance with a beauty." Naturally, Zhou Zirui had to maintain appearances.

Yan Feiye chuckled softly beside them, but soon enough, Lu Youyou approached with a flushed face.

"Young Master Yan, the dance has begun. Might I ask you... would you dance with me?" Lu Youyou's face was so red it seemed as though it might drip blood.

Yan Feiye knew who she was, but considering the delicate relationship between He Jingcheng's circle and Qin Weizhou, he politely declined, "Miss Lu, I'm sorry, but you should look for someone else."

Rejected just like that, Lu Youyou could only manage a polite smile before turning away, tears instantly welling up and streaming down her face.

As a young woman, she had always been thin-skinned, and having been pampered since childhood, she felt a wave of heartbreak and disappointment, wishing a hole would open up in the ground for her to crawl into.

A long queue had formed of people wanting to dance with Jiang Shuwei. That sea-blue figure, resembling a mermaid, truly caught everyone's eye.

"Brother Jingcheng, will you accompany me for a dance?" Su Meng asked, looking at He Jingcheng with tender and affectionate eyes.

Just as He Jingcheng was about to refuse, Xia Chengze, standing nearby, spoke up, "Jingcheng, are you thinking of going over to find Jiang Shuwei right now? Better not. Since you introduced her as your sister, it's not appropriate for you to be overly intimate with her today."

He Jingcheng pressed his thin lips together. At that moment, Su Meng softly asked again, "Brother Jingcheng, may I?"

He Jingcheng nodded. "Alright."

Thus, He Jingcheng gentlemanly placed a light hand around Su Meng's slender waist, and the two of them glided into the dance floor.

Not far away, Jiang Shuwei naturally observed He Jingcheng's actions. Seeing him hold Su Meng's hand without a moment of hesitation as the two of them danced gracefully in the center of the floor, Jiang Shuwei's earlier smile vanished completely. She turned around and walked over to find a seat.

Perhaps it was because the aura surrounding her had suddenly turned cold, but the men who had intended to approach her lost the courage to strike up a conversation.

True to her reputation as a frosty beauty, when she neither smiled nor spoke, she radiated a sense of aloof dignity, resembling an orchid atop a high mountain, meant only to be admired from afar.

Jiang Shuwei picked up another glass of cocktail and sat alone on the sofa, feeling a hollow ache in her heart.

He Jingcheng truly didn't care about giving her any face at all.

Feeling stifled, she tilted her head back and finished the drink in one gulp, slamming the glass down heavily onto the table, and decided to leave.

Since she had already exchanged business cards with a few people, her business obligations for the evening could be considered fulfilled.

As Jiang Shuwei stood up, a low male voice suddenly sounded, "Miss Jiang, would you care for a dance?"

Jiang Shuwei raised her eyes to see Qin Weizhou standing beside her. His tall, straight figure stood out exceptionally among the crowd of men.

"I... I don't really know how to dance," Jiang Shuwei wanted to refuse him.

Although He Jingcheng's behavior was utterly detestable, she had no intention of stooping to petty tactics just to anger him.

"Has Miss Jiang secured her orders for the next quarter yet?" Qin Weizhou suddenly posed a question.

Jiang Shuwei's beautiful eyes widened in surprise; her orders for the next quarter had indeed not been finalized yet.

She was not a fool; Qin Weizhou clearly disliked being refused.

"Thank you for the invitation, President Qin. It would be my honor to dance with you." Jiang Shuwei immediately put on a professional smile.

"Miss Jiang, if you don't mind, I can hold onto your handbag for you," Yan Feiye said to her from the nearby sofa.

"I'll trouble you then." Jiang Shuwei placed her handbag beside him and walked toward the dance floor with Qin Weizhou.

Qin Weizhou extended his large hand toward her.

Jiang Shuwei curled her fingers slightly before placing them gracefully into his palm. By comparison, her slender, porcelain-white fingers intertwined with his long ones, creating an ambiguous and suggestive contrast.

Before Jiang Shuwei could process the thought, the man's firm arm wrapped around her slender waist.

Her breathing tightened instantly, and she looked up at the man. Up close, she could clearly make out Qin Weizhou's strikingly sharp and bold features—cold, deep, and possessing an exquisite bone structure that combined to form an unforgettable, handsome face.

Jiang Shuwei's heart suddenly began to beat wildly, and a shy, rosy blush bloomed across her fair skin.

Qin Weizhou was very tall. He looked down tenderly at the young woman before him, and upon seeing her blushing expression, a flicker of imperceptible amusement crossed his dark eyes.

Following Qin Weizhou's lead, Jiang Shuwei moved in rhythm with the music, remaining composed and unhurried.

As the subtle, crisp scent of the man drifted into her senses, Jiang Shuwei's focus began to wander.

The tip of her shoe accidentally brushed against the top of the man's leather shoe. Startled, she instinctively recoiled and stepped backward.

Unfortunately, someone else was spinning past directly behind them, and Jiang Shuwei nearly collided with them.

Fortunately, Qin Weizhou's strong hand gripped her firmly, pulling her back just in time.

Already flustered, Jiang Shuwei was saved by the man's perfectly measured strength; her forehead avoided colliding with his chest, stopping just three centimeters away from it.

As she gasped for breath, she was surrounded entirely by the man's cool, invigorating scent, and her heart pounded even more frantically.

"Are you alright, Miss Jiang?" Qin Weizhou's voice came from overhead.

"Thank you, I'm fine." Jiang Shuwei caught her breath, bit her lip, and shook her head with a smile.

"Dancing, much like work, requires concentration," Qin Weizhou reminded her.

"I'm sorry, I... I haven't danced in a long time," Jiang Shuwei offered as an excuse.

Not far away, He Jingcheng was dancing with Su Meng when a glance out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a sea-blue figure intertwined with a tall man.

His expression instantly froze, his steps faltered, and he stepped heavily on Su Meng's foot, causing Su Meng to frown in pain.

"I'm sorry, did I step on you?" Noticing Su Meng's wince, He Jingcheng hurriedly led her toward the edge of the dance floor and released her hand. "I'm not in the mood to dance anymore. You should find someone else."

Su Meng's expression turned somewhat disappointed. Looking toward the dance floor, she discovered that Jiang Shuwei was dancing with a man as well—and that man caused Su Meng to freeze entirely.

It was Qin Weizhou.

Su Meng actually harbored a favorable impression of Qin Weizhou. Aside from his handsome face, he possessed a mysterious family background of such high stature that even she dared not easily aspire to reach him.

Yet now, Jiang Shuwei had actually invited him to dance, and their matching heights and close proximity presented an intimate picture that aroused deep envy in anyone who watched.

"Little Meng, may I have this dance?" Xia Chengze finally waited for his opportunity.

He stepped forward, gazing tenderly and pleadingly at Su Meng.

Su Meng offered a faint smile and nodded. "Alright, Brother Chengze."

Holding a glass of red wine, He Jingcheng stared with cold indifference at the pair on the dance floor.

Jiang Shuwei and Qin Weizhou moved in perfect harmony without a single misstep. At one point, Jiang Shuwei even leaned slightly toward the man's chest, giving the impression that she was on the verge of embracing him.

He Jingcheng tightened his grip on the wine glass. Was Jiang Shuwei doing this deliberately to provoke him?