Chapter 320 - 320 320 Dont Challenge My Bottom Line (1)_1

Chapter 320: 320, Don’t Challenge My Bottom Line (1)_1 Chapter 320: 320, Don’t Challenge My Bottom Line (1)_1 “Grandpa, everyone is here. You should greet them now,” Han Yue quickly changed the subject to avoid being scolded by his grandfather again.

Old Han saw through his grandson’s intentions, snorted in recognition, and deciding not to lecture him, considering it’s a birthday banquet.

Next, Old Han took the stage and offered some politeness, and then the banquet officially began.

Tonight’s banquet was meticulously planned by Han Yue, and naturally, he made sure it was quite entertaining.

Not long after the banquet started, waltz music filled the Banquet Hall.

The lights suddenly changed, the luxurious crystal chandeliers refracting glorious colors, eliminating the dimness in the center of the dance floor.

This part of the evening was routine for those present.

The heirs of the aristocratic families invited the socialites to dance. Although many rich young men looked towards Jian Qing, none dared invite her to dance.

They weren’t stupid, with the powerful and influential Quan Jingwu present, they didn’t want to court death.

Almost none thought of inviting Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing to dance, but Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue were indeed the prime targets of many socialites.

Unluckily, they were unresponsive to their admirers’ advances.

Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue unhesitatingly rejected round after round of socialites, clinking their glasses and drinking together.

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you playing the field tonight?” Quan Mingxuan teased, finishing the wine in his glass, looking at the man next to him.

“My grandpa is watching.” Han Yue shrugged, commenting.

If he got too close to any of the socialites, his grandpa might arrange a match for him.

Marriage, such matters, he would rather not deal with for now.

He didn’t want to be tied down by marriage.

Quan Mingxuan laughed knowingly.

Rare to see Han Yue afraid of something.

Han Yue was disgruntled at his gloating.

With a sly look in his expressive eyes, he reached for a rose on the table and extended it towards Quan Mingxuan, “Axuan, how about I dance with you?”

His magnetically charming voice made Quan Mingxuan’s skin crawl.

“Speak normally.”

Where did this sudden impulse come from?

Han Yue’s smile deepened, “Aren’t I speaking normally?”

Damn it.

He just couldn’t take it anymore.

Quan Mingxuan’s lip twitched as he raised his hand and smacked the back of Han Yue’s head dismissively.

Han Yue cradled his head, resuming his usual tone.

“Quan Mingxuan, are you asking for a beating?”

Yes, he was finally back to normal.

Satisfied, Quan Mingxuan withdrew his hand and calmly responded, “It’s more normal for you to act like this.”

Han Yue was annoyed and tossed the rose in his hand towards Mingxuan.

“Damn you, use this flower for your funeral.”

Hearing this, Mingxuan was not agitated. He picked up the rose and threw it on the table.

“No need, you keep it and enjoy it slowly.”

Han Yue looked around and asked, “Where’s Jingwu?”

“He’s gone to find his wife,” Quan Mingxuan answered.

Han Yue acknowledged with a sound, his eyes catching sight of something, a playful smile spread across his lips.

“Axuan, let’s go over there and see.”

“See what?” Mingxuan asked.

Han Yue replied, “Of course, to watch the drama unfold.”

Then, he pointed towards a figure dressed in white not too far away.

Following Han Yue’s gaze, Mingxuan saw Chu Yihen.

The direction he was heading, was towards Jian Qing.

Could it be that he still hadn’t had his fill of being beaten up by Jian Qing back in J City?

“Let’s go, there’s definitely going to be a good show.”

Before he could respond, Han Yue was already pulling him toward where the figure was.

Meanwhile, Jian Qing was enjoying her dessert while occasionally answering some of Quan Yifei’s questions.

“Xirou, why aren’t you dancing?”

Quan Yifei tilted her head to look at Song Xirou and asked.

As long as she was there, she and Jian Qing couldn’t really talk about other things.

Song Xirou’s face displayed a shy smile as she replied, “My boyfriend doesn’t like me dancing with other men.”

Quan Yifei chuckled and turned her gaze towards Jian Qing.

“Jian Qing, you’re on your third one. Aren’t you getting sick of it?”

Although she also liked desserts, after eating two small cakes she’d already started to feel nauseous. But Jian Qing was now on her third.

Jian Qing put down her fork, picked up a glass of juice from the side, and took a sip.

“It’s fine.”

“Jian Qing!”

A gentle and warm voice sounded nearby, elegant and exquisite like a spring rain in March.

Quan Yifei turned her head, surprised to see Chu Yihen.

Chu Yihen! What was he doing here?

After a glance at Chu Yihen, Song Xirou shifted her gaze to Jian Qing. A hint of disdain flitted across her eyes, mixed with a trace of jealousy.

On one hand, she was hooking up with Jingwu, and on the other, she was also flirting with Chu Yihen.

Jian Qing, you really know your game.

Jian Qing lowered her gaze. Her fork was picking at the dessert on her plate, but she didn’t eat a bite.

She was utterly indifferent to Chu Yihen’s arrival.

Chu Yihen’s eyes reflected the figure of Jian Qing. Seeing how coldly she treated him, the smile in his eyes gradually froze.

He took a step forward, his gaze dropping to her, “Jian Qing, I think we should continue our unfinished conversation from last time.”

Upon hearing this, Yifei faltered, her gaze questioning Jian Qing.

Unfinished conversation?

When did Jian Qing and Chu Yihen become acquainted?

Jian Qing put down her fork, stood up, and looked at him with indifference. “I think I made myself clear last time. Also, we are not close. Please address me as Miss Jian. Thank you.”

Chu Yihen hated seeing her look at him with those impartial eyes, like he was a stranger. It made him want to pull her into his arms even more.

“Sweetheart!”

The man’s husky voice echoed, and warmth filled Jian Qing’s eyes.

Such contrasting treatment, in Chu Yihen’s eyes, was exceedingly ironic.

Jian Qing had no interest in his thoughts and bypassed him, intending to leave.

Chu Yihen’s handsome face turned cold, and suddenly, he reached out to grab her wrist.

He was fast, but someone else was faster.

Despite wearing high heels, Jian Qing’s movements were swift and agile.

With a light tap of her toes, she retreated, avoiding his hand.

Just as she steadied herself, her back came into contact with a man’s robust chest.

His cool fragrance filled her nostrils, and Jian Qing’s lips curved up slightly as she leaned into him.

Quan Jingwu’s strong arm wrapped around her waist, his gaze frosting over as he looked at Chu Yihen.

“Chu Yihen, don’t test my patience.”