Chapter 85

Lin Zixian was closely observing the Russian couple, so he had a clear view of the scene at the party. He noticed that the actions of the woman in red seemed a bit too coincidental. As Zheng Longqing walked towards Qiao Yun, the woman in red immediately quickened her pace and inserted herself, bumping into Zheng Longqing.

The subsequent result confirmed his suspicion. Qiao Yun and the woman in red walked towards the seaside together, clearly a premeditated move.

"Who is that person?" Lin Zixian pointed at the woman in red and asked Ning Lan.

Ning Lan looked closely and nodded, saying, "That's Hualing, the CEO of Tianhai Group, a famous socialite in the capital, ranked second on the list of the top ten beauties in the circle, ahead of Qiao Yun. Tianhai Group mainly deals with maritime transportation, with its headquarters in the capital, and has considerable influence."

"Hualing..." Lin Zixian pondered for a moment and smiled, "The second and third are here, I wonder if the top beauty has arrived?"

Ning Lan scanned the crowd and pointed to a beautiful woman who seemed to be the center of attention, "She's here, over there."

Lin Zixian squinted and adjusted his vision to its best state, revealing a dazzling woman. Judging by her aura, she was probably over forty, but her beauty was so striking that it was hard to look away once you noticed her.

Her appearance could be described as breathtaking. At first glance, she seemed so beautiful that it was almost shocking, making one doubt that such a woman should exist in this world. Her beauty was indescribable, her eyes bright and expressive, and her every smile and frown captivating, truly deserving the title of the top beauty.

Despite the deep V-neck of her white dress revealing a large portion of her ample chest and her back being almost entirely exposed, her serene and elegant demeanor made her attire seem anything but indecent. Her figure was full and graceful, exuding a subtle ancient charm.

If one were to compare Qiao Yun to her, in terms of facial refinement, they were almost equal. However, Qiao Yun was clearly more innocent and inexperienced, like an unripe green apple, while this woman was like a ripe peach, and it was obvious who stood out more.

In fact, once a woman reaches a certain level of beauty, comparing their looks and figures becomes secondary. What matters more is their aura and inner qualities. A high and noble aura and an extraordinary background often arouse men's desires more, as what they can't have is always the best.

"Her name is Sikong Suqin, a widow. It's said that her husband died in a military exercise, but she has never remarried. Due to her deep background, no one dares to make a move on her," Ning Lan said.

Sikong Suqin... Lin Zixian nodded silently, remembering the name. Then Ning Lan pointed to another place and said, "Long Tianjun, the top of the top ten handsome men."

Lin Zixian followed her gaze and saw a man in his early thirties, who, despite his young age, had an old-fashioned appearance. He had a slicked-back hairstyle, a stern and deep face, and sharp, deep eyes, clearly not someone to be trifled with. He was dressed in a black sleeve-rolled Tang suit and wore cloth shoes, which seemed out of place in the atmosphere here.

"Based on your circle's standards, this top-ranked Long must also have a remarkable background, right?" Lin Zixian asked with a smile.

"Yes! In this country, it's hard to achieve anything in business without a strong background. Our Minghua Group is an exception, developing to this level without any powerful political support is a miracle. However, further progress is difficult, especially after the old chairman's death, with many powerful forces surrounding us. Many people are eyeing the Minghua Group, but they haven't made a move yet because they don't know the group's true strength. But after Qiao Yun's conflict with Sheng Qing, people have seen through the facade of the Minghua Group, and many forces have become restless. In the past two years, Qiao Yun has been working hard to build relationships, but it's been very tough," Ning Lan said slowly.

Lin Zixian nodded slightly, no wonder Qiao Antian was always trying to find out about his background, seeking support. Did his father not entrust him with any connections before he died?

Ning Lan hesitated for a moment and added, "Long Tianjun is actually Zidan's fiancé."

"Uh..." Lin Zixian turned back in surprise, "Meng Zidan's fiancé?"

"Yes!" Ning Lan nodded, "Both families have strong backgrounds, a political marriage. They don't seem to have much affection for each other, and Zidan seems to have come here to run the hotel to avoid him."

"Hehe! Interesting." Lin Zixian chuckled, his eyes searching for Meng Zidan's figure, then looking at Long Tianjun's conservative attire. It was hard to imagine what this pair would look like together.

Soon, Qiao Yun returned from the seaside, and Hualing, in her red dress, took a roundabout way back to the party area, not returning with her. The mysterious behavior of these two beauties made Lin Zixian frown, sensing that something was about to happen.

At this moment, people in the center of the party began to disperse to the sides, and a band entered the center of the venue.

As the music started, the main event of the evening, the dance, began. Everyone started looking for dance partners. The gentlemen were elegant, and the ladies were dressed up beautifully, most likely preparing for this moment.

Qiao Yun politely declined several invitations from unfamiliar men and looked around. She had dressed up and made Lin Zixian presentable for this moment.

Lin Zixian's magical dance with Qin Yue last time had left her feeling a bit uncomfortable, and she wanted to prove that she wasn't a nobody and that her dancing skills were not inferior to Qin Yue's.

For this, she had practiced a lot at home and hired a top private dance instructor at great expense.

However, she didn't see Lin Zixian anywhere. When she noticed Ning Lan sitting on a bench on a small hill, she saw his crossed legs behind a tree, and knew it was Lin Zixian.

Qiao Yun slowly walked out of the crowd and headed towards the small hill, thinking of a reason to ask Lin Zixian to dance with her. She was not good at expressing herself in such matters and had no experience.

However, just as she was about to approach, Zheng Longqing, who had changed his clothes, walked over and quickly approached Qiao Yun, inviting her to dance.

Qiao Yun was speechless. Although she didn't want to dance with Zheng Longqing, the counterattack against Sheng Qing was about to begin, and she couldn't ruin everything at the last step. She had to keep him stable, so she placed her hand in Zheng Longqing's and let him lead her back to the dance floor.

"Aren't you going to invite me to dance?" Ning Lan turned back and asked Lin Zixian with a smile.

"Um..." Lin Zixian glanced at the Russian couple in the dance floor, not wanting to go down, and said with a forced smile, "It's so crowded down there, it's much quieter here. If you don't mind, I can dance with you here?"

"Alright! Considering your sincerity, I'll do you a favor and accept your invitation," Ning Lan said with a smile, extending her wrist.

Lin Zixian quickly stood up, elegantly bowed, and took her hand. They gently embraced and swayed to the music under the palm tree. Ning Lan bit her lip with a smile, finding that dancing here alone was indeed peaceful, with no one to disturb them, and she enjoyed it.

In the dance floor, Qiao Yun's gaze occasionally drifted towards the small hill...

Unbeknownst to her, Natasha, who was dancing with her husband nearby, was also watching her.

Lepnin, who was holding her, glanced at Qiao Yun and whispered in Russian, "Dear, you seem a bit off today. You weren't just complimenting her beauty; you seem particularly interested in this Qiao Yun?"

"Nothing, I just feel she looks a lot like a friend of mine from the past," Natasha said, her eyes not leaving Qiao Yun.

"Oh! I didn't know you had Chinese friends? Did you meet them during your travels abroad?" Lepnin turned to look at Qiao Yun and asked, "Does she really look that much like her?"

"Yes, very much so. I even suspect I might be mistaken. If that person hadn't had an accident, I would think she was her," Natasha suddenly kissed her husband's face and said earnestly, "Dear, I want to find an opportunity to meet her. Do you think it's appropriate?"

Lepnin shrugged indifferently. Meeting a woman wasn't like meeting a man; there was nothing inappropriate about it. He immediately said generously, "Of course, but your Chinese isn't very good. Do you need me to translate for you?"

Natasha shook her head, "No, I think I can handle it myself."

Lepnin nodded, "I believe in your ability, but if you need help, remember to find me." Natasha kissed him again.

Meng Zidan was dancing with her fiancé, but her eyes often glanced towards the couple dancing quietly on the small hill, thinking, "These two really know how to be romantic."

Long Tianjun noticed her distraction and followed her gaze, also seeing the couple on the small hill. He thought she was just curious and didn't take it to heart. He asked her softly in her ear, "Zidan, when do you plan to return? Our wedding date is set. Shouldn't you come back to meet my parents formally?"

Meng Zidan looked up at him, a cold smile on her lips, "I'll go back when it's time to get married. But you better remember our agreement, not to interfere with each other's freedom. I'll pretend not to know about your dirty deeds, and we'll live our separate lives after marriage."

"I don't remember us having any agreement," Long Tianjun looked at her increasingly full chest, suddenly tightened his arm around her waist, and pressed her body close to his. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I am destined to be your husband and have the right to enjoy the legal rights of a husband, which no one can change."

PS: Rarely speak, but I need a recommendation.