Chapter 134: From Loathing to Affection, Years of Being Trapped in a Dilemma

The banquet hall doors were pushed open, and a slightly plump old butler wearing a Zhongshan suit walked in from the red carpet; he was high-spirited and glowing, with a specially made Silver Snake Badge pinned to his chest, the silver snake's eyes carved from lapis lazuli, and he held a solemn gift box in his hands.

Jing Du saw the iconic badge on the butler's chest: "People from the Fu Family."

Ling Wu: "The Fu Family?"

"Mm." Jing Du pushed up his glasses frames and explained to him: "I've also heard the older generation mention it; the Fu Family is a century-old family from the same era as the Jin, Jing, Yin, and Yu families. Their financial power is immense and unfathomable. Later, they suddenly withdrew from the competition of the Four Great Families and gradually retreated into seclusion, so they rarely show their faces."

"The Silver Snake Badge on his chest is the mark."

"Since people from the Fu Family have come, then people from the Xiao family won't be far behind."

Ling Wu saw someone respectfully take the gift box from the old butler's hands; he rested his elbow on the sofa armrest, propped up his chin, and asked listlessly: "Is there any connection between these two families?"

Jing Du leaned his body slightly toward him: "The Fu and Xiao families are very close family friends."

He stared at the Patek Philippe watch on Ling Wu's wrist that he had put on himself, as if carving some kind of mark, then shifted his gaze to the young man's face—the movement of the eyelashes sweeping past during a blink seemed to land on his skin—and added: "Just like the relationship between our Jing Family and your family."

Jing Du's trailing voice was light, like a calm lake surface where a leaf blown down by the wind disturbs the spring water of the entire pool, rippling outward in layers.

The wind moves, the heart moves.

Those feelings of loathing for the Eldest Young Master of the Jin Family during his youth had completely reversed ten years after the other party disappeared.

From loathing to affection, years of being trapped in a dilemma.

Ling Wu: "Mm."

【Jing Du, you brat, although you're repressed, you make up for it by being thick-skinned once you've opened up, able to pester someone relentlessly... but given your prior record, the death penalty is waived, but the living punishment is unavoidable; give thanks!】

【Just like the relationship between our Jing Family and your family, tsk tsk tsk, what are you trying to hint at?】

【Jing Du, when you pointed a gun at my wife earlier, you were arrogant and proud; now that you're pestering her relentlessly, your fate is uncertain!】

【Quite a feast for the eyes.】

【Forget it, let's ship it.】

【Regardless, this brat Jing Du is quite reliable; he knows everything. I feel like he's the smartest one in the F4, like a walking encyclopedia.】

【The Fu Family? The Xiao Family? I feel like ever since the Transmigrator went OUT and it switched back to the original Ming Tan, the plot has started moving like a rocket. Can someone give a detailed introduction to these two new families?】

The banquet soon proceeded to the final masquerade ball; the socialites wore magnificent and grand attire, donned carefully selected masks, and stepped onto the dance floor. The lights dimmed, and pleasant, melodious music played in their ears.

Ling Wu wore an elegant feather mask on his face, those smooth and beautiful feathers shimmering with dreamy luster under the light, and he wove through the crowd.

There were many people, and he was suddenly bumped into.

"Careful."

A clear and clean voice came from his ear, and Ling Wu was steadily caught by someone; that broad palm was currently restraining his waist, the scorching temperature seemingly seeping through the fabric.

Ling Wu was circled in the man's embrace and said politely: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

This voice was pitched a bit low.

The ambiguous lights of the dance floor swept down; the stranger before him was taller than him, with broad shoulders and long legs, wearing an exquisite black lace mask on his face that exuded a mysterious, hazy allure. The whole person stood at the boundary of light and shadow, and those eyes behind the mask were fixed on him, carrying a sense of familiarity.

Ling Wu always felt he had seen him somewhere before.

But the other party's attire didn't match anyone he had crossed paths with in the banquet hall.

At this moment, Ling Wu heard the young man lean down to his ear and say: "Ling Wu, happy birthday. I wish you smoothness and freedom from worry, health and long-lasting joy."

Ling Wu followed the feeling in his heart: "Qi Yu."

"How did you come?"

The Jin Family hadn't sent him an invitation; logically speaking, he shouldn't have been able to get in.

Qi Yu pondered for a moment.

Perhaps it's because I'm unwilling to be absent from any important node in your life.

But when the words reached his lips, Qi Yu said: "May I invite you to dance the first dance?"

Ling Wu naturally placed his hand on his shoulder: "Qi Yu, since you've invited me, how could I refuse you?"

On the dance floor, pairs of dance partners danced gracefully, skirts flying, steps light and skillful, spinning, embracing... every gesture displayed nobility and elegance.

And Ling Wu and Qi Yu were just like one of those pairs; the rhythm of their dance steps was brisk, turning and pausing, the physical contact between the two was relatively close, the gap left behind was narrow, their tightly gripped palms seemed to have broken into a sweat, their eyes exchanged glances frequently, and accompanied by the melodious music, it was full of sexual tension and attraction...

【Stop dancing, just get married!】

【I've moved the civil affairs bureau here for you two.】

【Villain, you're still the sensible one; even without an invitation, you snuck in just to see your wife. Don't love her too much.】

【The leopard and the cat are happy again.】