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Her beautiful eyes seemed to be lost in the depths of an abyss.
“Everything is destined and love can’t be forced.”
“Wen Xuxu, do you really think so?”
There was an enigmatic smile on her face and suddenly, she tilted her head and gulped down an entire glass of wine.
Secretary Liu, who was sitting beside her, inched closer and whispered, “Jiayin, don’t drink so much.”
His eyes swept past Yan Rusheng swiftly and said softly, “I don’t see how the current Young Madam Yan is better than you.”
“The Young Madam Yan now”
Fang Jiayin threw a glance at Yan Rusheng and Xuxu. Her expression was unfathomable.
She placed the glass down. She turned to look at Secretary Liu as she rubbed her temples. “Uncle, when is the celebration ending? I have a slight headache and I would like to go home first.”
She ignored his previous comment and declined to divulge her thoughts to him.
Secretary Liu answered sternly, “Old Master Lu is an esteemed and prominent figure. How can we excuse ourselves from his birthday celebration now?”
He stole a glance at the piano and the music had stopped. Yan Rusheng held Xuxu’s hand as they stood up together.
A scheming and sly gleam flashed past Secretary Liu’s eyes and he inched once more towards Fang Jiayin’s ears. “You can play the violin very well. Why don’t you perform a song for them?”
Without giving Fang Jiayin a chance to protest, he grabbed her by her arm. He turned around to the next table where Old Master Lu was. He said with a smile, “Old Master Lu, my niece has just came back from abroad and she is a great violinist. She would like to perform a song for you as well.”
Fang Jiayin was annoyed by Secretary Liu’s suggestion. She flung her hand away. “Uncle!”
With an apologetic expression, she turned to Old Master Lu. “Grandfather Lu, sorry I’m not feeling well today. Hence, I shall not embarrass myself. I’ll perform for you another time.”
“No worries.” Old Master Lu smiled benevolently at Fang Jiayin. “If you’re unwell, ask Yishan to bring you upstairs to take a rest.”
Lu Yishan was just standing beside him and he gave her a meaningful glance.
Lu Yishan responded right away and walked to Fang Jiayin. “Miss Fang, please follow me.”
Fang Jiayin rejected politely. “It’s alright, I’m just feeling a little stuffy. I’ll take a walk outside.”
She bowed at Old Master Lu graciously and turned around to walk towards the door.
The second she raised her head, two familiar figures appeared a short distance away.
She was stunned for a second time and then quickly wore a smile. “Ah Sheng, Xuxu, that performance had showcased the perfect rapport between the both of you.”
When Xuxu heard Fang Jiayin calling him ‘Ah Sheng’, she withdrew her hand instinctively.
Yan Rusheng’s grip on her hand suddenly became empty and he glanced at her. Xuxu had already put her hands behind her back, avoiding him on purpose.
His face immediately fell.
Secretary Liu came towards them with a bright smile. “President Yan, you and your wife put on such a great performance earlier on.”
Yan Rusheng vented his anger at Secretary Liu and with an scornful expression, he said, “To Secretary Liu, that should be considered asjusta good performance.”
Xuxu was dumbfounded.
How could this fellow embarrass the capital city’s committee secretary in front of so many people?
Furthermore, he was Fang Jiayin’s uncle.
Secretary Liu’s smile transformed into an awkward expression in a split second. He turned to glance at Fang Jiayin. “Jiayin, you should chat with them.”
Fang Jiayin’s face fell as well and she didn’t respond.
Earlier on when Secretary Liu had dragged Fang Jiayin to fawn upon Old Master Lu, Xuxu and Yan Rusheng had witnessed the scene.