In the imperial capital, at the end of September, in the upscale restaurant called Huiyue Pavilion.
The ancient-styled, private dining room oozed incomparable opulence. Yet, an inexplicable eerie atmosphere took over the space.
Mister and Missus Yanzhancheng cast their fearful gazes at the dignified man seated across. They frequently hinted at their daughters anxiously through meaningful glances. Displaying not an ounce of servile fawning but the deference on their faces firmly cemented their lower status.
The man was relatively young, his aura, however, was staggeringly overwhelming, threatening to completely crush anyone who dared to cross him, even by accident.
Yan Zhenzhen enthralled, looked at the man. Her whole body seemed to embody the purity of a naive girl. She served a tender Bok Choy heart onto the young man’s plate, while flattering, “Mr. Gu, please taste this!”
Yan Ruyu, receiving the cue from her parents and trying to suppress her anxious heart, gently nudged her sister to remind her to act more composed.
Gu Qingcheng, look chillingly aloof, his gaze, as deep as black whirlpools, fell onto her face with undisguised mockery.
He sat in silence, the demeanor of one in power subtly but fully manifesting itself. His long arms casually rested on the arms of the chair, his clearly articulated fingers tapping rhythmically. Such an action could appear crass if anyone else attempted it. But when he did, it emanated a distinct air of nobility and grandeur.
One strike. Two strikes…
Abruptly, it halted.
His bodyguard promptly came forward, tossing the dinner plate into the trash and replacing it with an entirely new jade plate.
This act embarrassed all of Yan’s family and left them blushing, utterly lost as to what to do.
“My… My apologies! The chopsticks were…were public ones. They weren’t…used before.” Yan Zhenzhen’s face was pale as she averted her gaze nervously towards the crystal goblet in front of Gu Qingcheng, her heart starting to panic.
“Mr. Gu, my young daughter didn’t mean to be rude. Please understand.” Yan Zhan Cheng's laugh was filled with trepidation. He almost kneeled down in fear. His wife Yufang subtly held him upright. Surpressing the tremors in her calf, she smiled apologetically and uttered, "Yes, yes, Mr. Gu, please calm down!"
A brief flicker of foreboding passed through Gu Qingcheng's extraordinarily handsome face. Under the illumination, his captivating charm shone with a hint of danger, resembling that of a hawk's stare. His sharp and cold eyes scanned over the four individuals of the Yan Family.
The kind of cold seemed to emerge from the deepest night of midwinter, carrying a hint of gloom. It looked like the heart, liver, spleen, and lungs had all been coated in a layer of frost.
"Does the Yan family only have two daughters?"
At this statement, a hint of panic briefly flashed across Yan Zhancheng's face, but Yu Fang quickly responded: "Yes, Mr. Gu, they have two daughters, the elder one is Yan Zhenzhen, and the younger is Yan Ruyu."
"Who's this high-end snob?" Gu Qingcheng picked up his wineglass, toying with it for a while. He gave a playful smile, slightly tilted his head back, and slowly sipped the wine that was blood-red, feeling his disgust almost overflowing.
One daughter who is overly unattractive, and one extremely ugly, both garbage that don’t live up to their names. His grandfather was insisting he find a wife from the Yan family, as if the Gu family's genes were too perfect?
"Wha, what?" The faces of Mr. and Mrs. Yan Zhancheng showed confusion.
He finally drank it! Yan Zhenzhen suppressed the fluttering in her heart, which was pounding wildly.
Yan Ruyu carefully admired the man's exceptionally handsome profile, feeling a bit dazed. Even his simple act of sipping a drink was so enchanting!
Why did such a stunning man have to be wasted on Yan Zhenzhen, a busty idiot? She clenched her hand tightly, her fingernails digging into her palm, causing a burst of sharp pain.
A commotion came from the entrance.
"Make way, I am Miss Yan, the young lady of the Yan family!"
Suddenly, everyone in the Yan family's expressions changed!
"Let her in." Interest crossed Gu Qingcheng's icy, refined face as he made a beckoning gesture with his raised fingers.
Finally, she’s here, though a bit late.
Outside the door.
"The Young Miss of the Yan family is already in there."
"Why don't we let Yan ZhanCheng, that bastard, explain it to you? The story is even longer than the representative works of Grandma QiongYao." The woman was not very old, her pitch-black eyes gleamed with a mysterious light, and although her bewitchingly beautiful face wore a cold smirk.
The bodyguard was about to eject her when the door opened from the inside, revealing the attractive person at the main seat.
Yan Xi lifted her gaze, her raven depths immediately falling into two mysterious whirlpools. A slight lapse of attention could lead to getting lost in that insurmountable darkness.
Sure enough, the person lived up to her name, a stunner… A charming devil!
"No wonder they don't want me in here, there's a handsome guy." Her eyes twinkling, she lazily whistled and didn't even try to conceal her amazement at the man's appearance as she slowly walked in the private room.
