Chapter 160: 160. Chapter 160: Do I look better, or does the dance look better?

160. Chapter 160: Do I look better, or does the dance look better?

Shen Huai's brows furrowed imperceptibly, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

What a joke; this Yang Lan was clearly here with ill intent, and he did not want to be dragged into this Shura field.

Besides, he was still wearing a mask, so how did this woman recognize him? Just as Shen Huai was about to open his mouth to refuse, Lin Yeman, who was at his side, grabbed his arm and said with a sweet smile, "Sure, the more people, the merrier!"

Shen Huai:??? He looked at Lin Yeman in disbelief, signaling to her with his eyes: Are you serious? Lin Yeman, however, returned a charming smile to him, her eyes seeming to say: What are you afraid of? Could I really be afraid of her? Shen Huai groaned inwardly; this woman was truly afraid that the world wouldn't be in chaos! Seeing that Lin Yeman had agreed, Yang Lan's lips curled into a triumphant smile as she walked gracefully to Shen Huai's other side, extended her slender, jade-like hand, and rested it lightly on his arm.

Shen Huai suddenly felt as if he had been coiled around by two beautiful snakes, unable to move.

"Music, continue!" Lin Yeman snapped her fingers toward the DJ at the stage, and the music started up again.

The tango for three officially began.

If Lin Yeman's dance style was a passionate, unrestrained rose, then Yang Lan's dance style was a cold, arrogant lily.

Two diametrically opposed styles blended perfectly around Shen Huai, forming a strange harmony.

The surrounding crowd was like a pot that had boiled over, buzzing with discussion.

"No way! What is this situation? Two beautiful young women fighting over one field guard?"

"This is too exciting! I bet fifty cents that the beautiful young woman in the black dress will definitely win!"

"Nonsense! Clearly, the girl next to her has the superior dance moves!"

"My god! What is this situation? A Shura field?"

"Two beautiful young women fighting over one field guard? This plot is too melodramatic!"

"Exciting! I love it! Hurry up and record it to post online; this is big news!"

"..."

Listening to the surrounding discussions, the smile on Lin Yeman's face deepened, only there was a hint of imperceptible chill within that smile.

The two were one rigid and one soft, one cold and one hot, forming a stark contrast on the dance floor, yet they were strangely harmonious.

Shen Huai, like a tool, was sandwiched between the two women, unable to move or stay still, and could only try to maintain a calm expression while mechanically keeping up with their dance steps.

As the song ended, thunderous applause and cheers erupted all around.

"Big sister, if you're tired, go take a rest. I'll take care of the Xingyao colleagues," Lin Yeman said with biting sarcasm.

"No need, little sister, I'm not much older than you."

Yang Lan smiled, raised her hand high, and snapped her fingers, "Let's have something a bit more upbeat."

The music started again; this time, it was a tango with a faster, more passionate rhythm.

Yang Lan and Lin Yeman were on the left and right, sandwiching Shen Huai in the middle.

The scent of perfume from the two women mixed together, forming a strange fragrance that lingered at the tip of Shen Huai's nose, making him feel somewhat agitated.

Yang Lan launched the offensive first; she pressed close to Shen Huai, her body rubbing against him intentionally or otherwise with the rhythm of the music.

Like a charming cat, she tried to bewitch him with her body and dance moves.

Lin Yeman was not to be outdone; she extended her arm and hooked it around Shen Huai's neck.

Their cheeks were almost touching, and she deliberately leaned her lips to Shen Huai's ear, breathing like an orchid: "What's wrong, partner? Are you not happy?"

Shen Huai was distracted by her teasing, but he still feigned composure and whispered, "Don't mess around, there are so many people watching."

"What are you afraid of? They don't know who we are anyway."

As Lin Yeman spoke, she hugged Shen Huai's waist more brazenly, their bodies pressed tightly together with almost no gap between them.

Seeing this scene, a flash of malice crossed Yang Lan's eyes.

She deliberately stepped on Lin Yeman's foot, then pretended to be innocent and said, "Oh my, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"You..."

Lin Yeman was choked with anger, but she couldn't lash out; after all, they were in a public place, and if things got too ugly, it wouldn't be good for anyone. "It's fine, I'm okay," Lin Yeman said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

The music grew more urgent, and the contest between the three became increasingly intense.

Their dance steps became faster and more complex, as if they were engaged in a silent war.

Sandwiched between the two, Shen Huai felt like his head was about to explode.

He wanted to pull away and leave, but he was tightly entangled by the two and couldn't escape at all.

The rhythm of the tango grew faster; Shen Huai felt like prey being fought over by two female leopards, exhausted and running for his life, yet with nowhere to escape.

His shirt was already soaked with sweat, and his breathing had become rapid.

Finally, amidst a burst of rapid drumbeats, the music stopped abruptly.

Yang Lan and Lin Yeman simultaneously let go of Shen Huai, finishing with a final pose.

The surrounding crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause and cheers, as if applauding a spectacular performance.

Yang Lan smiled and bowed to the crowd.

Afterward, she slowly removed the mask from her face, revealing her noble and cold, stunning face.

"Everyone, I am very sorry to have disturbed your enjoyment."

Yang Lan's voice was cold and pleasant, yet carried an unquestionable majesty, "I am the Chairman of Xingyao Group, Yang Lan."

The crowd was instantly in an uproar.

"What? She is the Chairman of Xingyao Group?"

"My god! Did I hear that right?"

"The legendary, elusive Chairman of Xingyao actually appeared here?"

"And she was dancing with a man?"

"This is just too unbelievable!"

"..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their gazes toward Yang Lan filled with shock and disbelief.

Xingyao Group is one of the largest entertainment companies in the country, possessing numerous A-list stars and top-tier production teams under its banner, and it holds a pivotal position in the entertainment industry.

As the Chairman of Xingyao Group, Yang Lan has always been very low-key and mysterious, rarely appearing in public, let alone attending entertainment events like this one.

Today, she suddenly appeared on the dance floor and was even competing with another girl for a man?!

This was undoubtedly a bombshell, causing an uproar among the crowd.

Lin Yeman also did not expect Yang Lan to suddenly reveal her identity; her expression changed slightly, but she quickly returned to calm.

"President Yang, what are you doing?" Lin Yeman tried her best to make her tone sound less awkward.

"Nothing, I just wanted to let everyone get to know me."

Yang Lan said indifferently, "After all, aren't the people standing here all going to be our clients in the future?"

After speaking, she raised her hand and directly removed Shen Huai's mask!

"It's the Second Young Master Shen!"

"So President Yang was dancing with the Second Young Master Shen just now! I knew it, how could someone of President Yang's status choose an ordinary man!"

Just as everyone wore expressions of sudden realization, Yang Lan suddenly spoke: "Did everyone think the three-person dance just now was good?"

"It was good! It was good!" The crowd erupted into bursts of applause.

Upon hearing this, Yang Lan smiled mysteriously and continued: "Was I good-looking, or was the dance good-looking?" (End of chapter)