Chapter 177: The Young Ladies Vie for Attention

Ye Caiyue had been observing her son from nearby.

Her son seemed to have a favorable impression of everyone, like a playboy wandering through a garden of flowers, just like Ling Feng used to be.

She could not help but feel particularly anxious.

This was not her son; her son was either cold or like an observer, and this style of being coy and welcoming to everyone was clearly a reaction born only after being deeply hurt.

The more he acted like he did not care, the more it showed that he could not let go in his heart.

Or perhaps, he was currently in a vengeful state of mind: since Bai Shuruo had a child with someone else, he could marry someone else too.

Liang Yulan came over, and seeing Ye Caiyue's troubled expression, she could not help but say, "Look at how popular your son is here; I told you long ago, as long as he is willing, there are plenty of young ladies lining up waiting for him to choose."

Ye Caiyue gave a sheepish smile.

……

Not long after Han Yangting arrived at the venue, he was surrounded by a group of young ladies and sat on a large, circular sofa, and then the ladies sat in a row as well.

The young ladies secretly vied for attention, each dressed more gorgeously than the last.

A young lady surnamed Mi directly showcased her talent: "How about I play the piano to liven things up for everyone?"

There was a piano right there; she sat down and played a famous piece by Mozart, "Fantasy in D Minor," and the piano music was elegant and pleasant, showing the depth of her skill.

After Miss Mi finished playing, another young lady surnamed Zhao was not to be outdone, saying she was a personal disciple of a certain national dance master and knew how to dance.

This Miss Zhao then began to dance.

The clothes she wore that night were specifically prepared for dancing, and she performed an international dance, also with deep skill, performing many high-difficulty movements with ease, her body as soft as a loach, twisting and turning.

Han Yangting drank red wine, and whenever a young lady finished showcasing her talent, he would smile and applaud.

Next, the young ladies vied to display their talents, with all sorts of skills appearing one after another, some showing martial arts, some showing fire-breathing, leaving those present dazzled.

There was also a young lady who had no particular talent herself and was very bitter about others' performances, constantly making cold, sarcastic remarks: "Yo, that fire-breather, better not burn yourself."

"My god, what kind of martial arts is that? Just for show, right? Can it actually be used to fight? This wouldn't even be enough for me to fight."

"……"

The guests who came to attend the party all sighed, saying this was a grand occasion seen once in a few decades; in their wealthy district, there had never been a party as lively as tonight.

The young ladies then took turns leaving messages for Han Yangting and exchanging WeChat contacts.

Han Yangting did not refuse any of them; he pulled up his QR code and placed it on the table, letting the ladies scan it as they pleased.

Some men saw an opportunity and came over to scan it too, just in case there were business opportunities.

Throughout the whole night, Han Yangting did not say he particularly liked anyone, nor did he reject anyone; his attitude toward every young lady was a smile, as if he liked them all.

And the young ladies who had added his WeChat also began their second round of offensive.

At the party, it was about showing off their appearance and talents, but now that they had added him on WeChat, it was time to show off their chatting skills.

Many young ladies adjusted their Moments visibility to three days and deleted the various photos and videos of eating, drinking, and acting silly from the previous two days, keeping only the most beautiful one from tonight.

The party ended, and Han Yangting also left, holding Ye Caiyue's arm.

Once in the car, Ye Caiyue asked him, "Did you have fun tonight?"

Han Yangting said, "Of course."

"I saw the young ladies all revolving around you, and you added their WeChats too; was there anyone you particularly liked?"

Han Yangting, however, smiled: "Each one is excellent, making my 'difficulty choosing' syndrome flare up; what should I do?"

Ye Caiyue knew he was saying one thing while meaning another and could not help but say, "You aren't young anymore; there should be a mistress of the house by your side. Any later, and I'm afraid you won't even be able to have children."

"Is 35 very old?" Han Yangting asked.

Ye Caiyue said, "The experts say that when men get older, you know, sperm vitality is low."

"Don't listen to the experts' nonsense; there are plenty of people who have children at an older age, both men and women."

"Then what are you thinking? Do you want to find a suitable partner?" Ye Caiyue asked.

"Am I not in the middle of choosing?"

Ye Caiyue said, "You had better choose quickly; don't make it like choosing a concubine, inviting criticism. That sort of thing isn't popular in this day and age."

"I know." Han Yangting smiled, then looked out the car window.

……

Han Yangting's WeChat was full of greetings sent by the young ladies.

The ways of greeting were also varied, with some even turning their personal information into a resume, trying their best to show their excellent side.

They were all people in the same circle; although they did not have deep friendships usually, Han Yangting knew a thing or two about them.

For example, that young lady surnamed Zhao, who said she had never had a boyfriend; in fact, Han Yangting knew of five or six, and she had even briefly dated Ling Feng a few years ago.

And that young lady surnamed Zhou, who said she graduated from Stanford University; in reality, she only attended a branch campus, which counted as a diploma mill, just to get a layer of gilding.

There were also some who were more honest, saying how many boyfriends they had dated, but that Han Yangting would definitely be the last one.

Han Yangting did not reply.

He did not mind others' pasts, but he just felt it wasn't right; there was no spark.

However, there were exceptions, such as that blonde-haired, blue-eyed young lady; she was of mixed heritage, named Nana, and Han Yangting had seen her at other occasions before; her father was a diplomat, and her mother was from Beishi.

Although she was a white-skinned girl, her behavior was proper, and her eyes always carried a hint of timid evasion, looking exactly like that person in his memory.

Nana did not show him any talent tonight; she just stood to the side and quietly watched the other ladies make a scene.

Later, Nana also scanned his WeChat, but she did not send him any messages that night.

It was not until the next morning that Nana sent a message to Han Yangting: Good morning!

Han Yangting's reply was very direct: Good morning, do you also want to date me?

Nana first replied with a pitiful emoji, then replied: Mr. Han, actually I have known you for a long time and have liked you; I heard you were coming last night, so I followed you there. If you don't mind my appearance, then I do want to date you. I am serious, the kind that is aiming to have your babies.

Han Yangting thought for a moment and replied: We can try dating.

Nana asked again: I saw you added a lot of girls tonight; did you say the same thing to them? I don't want to engage in female competition; I am serious.

Han Yangting deleted the young women he had added on WeChat last night one by one, deleting them until only Nana remained, then said: I have deleted them all, leaving only you; do you think this is okay?

Nana replied with a heart-filled-with-joy emoji: Then... Mr. Han, when shall we start our date?

Han Yangting replied: I have time tonight.