She could only blush and apologize to Jiang Mianmian, "Sorry, I misspoke just now."
After apologizing and seeing that Yu Cheng wasn’t stopping her anymore, she quickly scurried away in embarrassment.
After the minor commotion, the hall buzzed with renewed activity.
Cheng Jia stayed with them for a while, and as new guests arrived, she smiled apologetically at the group, "Xiao Rou, Xiao Cheng, Mianmian, Xiao Sheng, please sit for a while, I need to greet the other guests."
"Okay, you go ahead and be busy," Yu Rou nodded and said.
"Sister Yu, Yu Cheng, let’s go sit in the garden outside, Tang Lin and the others are all out there," Xu Sheng suggested with a smile, as he put his hand on Yu Cheng’s shoulder.
The group followed Xu Sheng out towards where Tang Lin was, but shortly after they sat down, the dance began.
Soon, a tall and handsome boy came over, bowed politely to Yu Rou, and extended his hand, "Beautiful girl, may I have the honor of a dance with you?"
"Of course." Yu Rou pursed her lips with a smile, placed her hand in the boy’s, and together they went to the dance floor.
After a while, Tang Lin and the others also went down to dance, leaving only Yu Cheng to keep Mianmian company.
The Cheng family’s banquet was similar to a Western ball, where food was self-served.
Yu Cheng saw that Jiang Mianmian was sitting properly on the sofa, her big eyes wandering restlessly as she watched the people in the dance floor. Thinking she was curious, he chuckled and ruffled her hair, "Stop looking, no one’s going to invite a little girl like you to dance. There are pastries and fruits over there, just help yourself if you want something."
"Hmm," Mianmian responded. Her interest piqued by the mention of food, she stood up and briskly walked in the direction Yu Cheng had pointed out.
Jiang Mianmian, eyeing the dazzling array of pastries and fruits, skillfully loaded a plate and returned to the sofa.
"Brother Yu, why aren’t you eating? These little cakes are delicious," Jiang Mianmian said, holding a small cake with a look of satisfied pleasure.
This was the first time in her life she had tasted a cream cake.
"I don’t like sweets. Watching you eat, you’re like a little kitty," Yu Cheng casually reached over and wiped the cream off Mianmian’s nose that she had smeared there.
"Then have some fruit. This isn’t as sweet and it’s full of vitamin C," Jiang Mianmian offered him a segment of orange.
Seeing her eat alone while Yu Cheng abstained made her feel somewhat embarrassed.
Yu Cheng didn’t actually like oranges either, but when he saw the look of anticipation in Jiang Mianmian’s eyes, he sighed internally, took the orange, and ate it.
Her eyes crinkled with joy when she saw him eat, and after having a few bites herself, she handed another piece of fruit to Yu Cheng.
The two of them were used to sharing food from the same plate, but those who were familiar with Yu Cheng were astonished to see him doting on a little girl —to the point where their eyes nearly popped out.
Had the oldest young master of the Yu family changed his ways? Not only did he usually avoid such gatherings, but he was also known for his cold demeanor towards everyone, looking unapproachable. Yet today, the way he looked at that girl was so affectionate.
Who would have thought that Yu Cheng could also be such a loving brother who doted on his sister?
At that moment, a sweet-looking girl approached, somewhat shyly saying, "Yu Cheng, sitting here is so boring, why don’t we go dance?"
Yu Cheng looked up at the girl and responded indifferently, "I don’t like dancing."