NOVPUBChapter 319: 319, What do you know about being single? (4)_1
Chapter 319: 319, What do you know about being single? (4)_1
Today, Jian Qing was dressed differently to her usual attire. She wore a fitted, ink-colored dress that draped down to her ankles, accentuating her exquisite figure. Her skirt was decorated with blooming roses crafted from red silk strands, giving her an aura of cold elegance that seemed beyond this world.
It must be said that this long dress was indeed modest – it reached up to her collarbones. Nonetheless, it emitted a compelling sense of restrained desire.
Her delicate face remained unadorned with makeup, yet her beauty was breathtaking. The necklace she wore around her neck irresistibly reminded one of Quan Jingwu’s deep, purple eyes.
Tonight, it appeared as though the two had agreed in advance to flaunt their blissful relationship.
Quan Jingwu wore a suit that matched Jian Qing’s dress color, his cufflinks also adorned with delicate roses made from red silk strands.
His angular, handsome face seemed like a sculpture, and his deep purple eyes were as cold as ice, making one tremble. He casually wrapped his strong arms around Jian Qing’s waist, as if proclaiming his ownership of her.
Not far away, Quan Mingxuan chuckled lightly, “These two seemingly came to make their presence impossible to ignore.”
Everyone in the banquet hall was gaping in awe.
“Who can argue with that?” Han Yue nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with humor, “It seems they are going to steal the spotlight from my grandfather’s birthday banquet.”
Song Xirou, standing nearby, gritted her teeth as she watched the couple enter hand-in-hand, although she made sure not to show any signs of displeasure on her face.
She wasn’t the only one unpleased. Chu Yihen gripped his wine glass tightly, a strange flicker in his eyes.
Quan Jingwu!
Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu seemed oblivious to the attention they were attracting. They moved in sync, walking directly towards Han Yue.
Yang Xiang and a few others, their eyes filled with jealousy and resentment, had also arrived tonight, seeing Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu making their entrance together.
Han Yue plucked a glass of wine from a waiter’s tray and handed it to Quan Jingwu, “Finally, you two have arrived. That certainly wasn’t easy.”
Quan Jingwu accepted the drink and clinked his glass against Han Yue’s.
“Jian Qing, you look stunning tonight,” Quan Yifei complimented with hands over her face, her eyes full of admiration.
Jian Qing replied with a faint smile.
“Sweetie, would you like some juice?” Quan Jingwu put down his glass, his icy gaze instantly softening as it landed on her.
Jian Qing lightly shook her head.
“Jian Qing, there are all sorts of desserts over there, do you want me to take you over to have a look?” Quan Yifei, who had already made a tour of the banquet hall and knew where the delicious food was kept, asked.
That sounded tempting. Someone had been keeping her awake all night, and she hadn’t eaten much.
She nodded, and Quan Yifei happily took her hand.
“Third Brother, I will give her back to you later,” she promised.
Quan Jingwu gently pinched Jian Qing’s cheek and said softly, “Don’t eat too many sweets.”
Jian Qing pursed her lips, “Okay”.
As soon as Jian Qing left, Quan Jingwu’s gaze stayed glued on her.
“Come on, you don’t need to keep looking. Your wife won’t disappear,” Han Yue teased.
Quan Jingwu threw him a brief glance and retorted, “What do you, a singleton, know?”
“…”
His retort was so unexpected that Han Yue almost choked on his own saliva.
Han Yue placed one hand on Quan Mingxuan’s shoulder and the other on his chest, wounded.
“Brother, that hurts.”
Quan Mingxuan held back his laughter for a moment before eventually bursting out.
Meanwhile, Quan Yifei had picked several different flavored desserts for Jian Qing. The two of them sat down in the rest area with their treats.
It didn’t take long before an unwelcome guest joined them.
“Yifei, may I sit with you?”
Song Xirou delicately adjusted her skirt, holding a glass of champagne. She approached them gracefully.
Quan Yifei glanced at Jian Qing out of the corner of her eye, silently asking for her opinion.
Jian Qing arched her eyebrow slightly, Quan Yifei understanding and smiling.
Then, she looked at Song Xirou and said, “Sure.”
The moment Song Xirou sat down opposite Jian Qing, her eyes landed on the necklace around Jian Qing’s neck.
It was something she had coveted for a long time, and now it was being worn by the person she despised the most. The urge to rip it off was overwhelming.
Jian Qing was unfazed by her gaze, calmly enjoying her dessert.
At this point, the birthday banquet officially began.
The guest of honor for the evening, the elderly Mr. Han, made his entrance.
The Han family had significant influence in both the military and political realms, especially the elder Mr. Han, Han Zheng, who held an unshakeable position in politics.
“I wish Mr. Han a long and healthy life as boundless as the sea and as enduring as a mountain,” guests clamored to offer their greetings, looking to improve their relationship with the prestigious Han family.
Mr. Han greeted the crowd with a smile, and then settled into a conversation with some old friends.
“Old Quan, didn’t you mention that your grandson Jingwu was bringing his girlfriend tonight? I haven’t seen him around?” Mr. Han’s voice was cheerful.
The relationship between Mr. Han and Mr. Quan was known to be very solid, and the good relations between the Han and Quan families were well-known.
Mr. Quan looked around, waving at Quan Mingxuan in the distance summoning him over.
“Just wait, they’ll be here soon.”
Then, Quan Mingxuan and the others walked over.
“Grandfather, Mr. Han.”
“Where are the others, where’s Jian Qing?” Mr. Quan scanned the room but saw no sign of Jian Qing.
“She and Yifei should be over there in the rest area,” Quan Mingxuan said.
Mr. Han looked at Quan Jingwu, and his thoughts turned to his own grandson.
Without a word, he suddenly gave Han Yue a thump on the head.
Startled, Han Yue looked at his grandfather in bewilderment. “Grandpa, I don’t think I’ve provoked you lately, why did you hit me?”
Mr. Han huffed lightly, “Look at Jingwu, he’s found a wife. Now look at yourself, always fooling around, changing women like clothing.”
At this, Han Yue was visibly crestfallen.
Was not having a wife his fault?
Did his grandfather think it was easy to find a wife?
He was also helpless.
