The woman stared straight at him, her gaze resembling that of an infatuated fan admiring her idol, causing Mo Qian’s refined brows to arch slightly.
In the blink of an eye, Ji Wei had somehow downed this much alcohol.
Mo Qian took a seat next to her.
Ji Wei’s gaze followed his every move, unable to look away for even a second.
Mo Qian’s long, fair fingers gently lifted the woman’s elegantly curved chin, locking his eyes onto her dreamy ones. His voice, low and magnetic, resonated: "Do you know what you’re implying by looking at me like that?"
Ji Wei froze, her hand propping her chin slipping away as she blankly asked, "What?"
"Makes me want to devour you."
Mo Qian leaned close to her ear, his tone seductive.
Even in her drunken state, Ji Wei’s cheeks instantly flushed. She stared at the excessively alluring man with a faint smirk on his lips, dazed for a few seconds before hastily averting her gaze.
Mo Qian reached out, taking the wine glass from her hand, and clasped her soft, delicate hand. "Why drink so much? If you can’t handle it, I’ll have Old Xu drive you back."
Ji Wei turned her head, her intoxicated smile refusing his offer with a shake of her head. "No need; my alcohol tolerance isn’t that bad."
He raised a brow. Not that bad?
With her blatantly suggestive gaze practically luring him in, if it were any worse, the consequences would be unimaginable...
Her eyes swept past the crowd in front of her, drifting toward the dance floor. Suddenly, she spoke softly, "Mo Qian, why don’t we go dance?"
"Dance?" Mo Qian sounded slightly surprised.
Ji Wei stood up, her intoxicated voice tinged with a playful plea. Boldly, she grabbed Mo Qian’s hand and led him toward the dance floor.
The crowd around the dance floor noticed their approach and instinctively parted to make way.
People stared with wide eyes, wondering if they were imagining things.
My God, in this lifetime, they were actually witnessing the first young master of Rongcheng dancing!
This man, who dominated the business world with ease, turned out to have such an elegant side, and his dance partner was none other than Rongcheng’s socialite Ji Wei. Now, this was going to be interesting.
The lighting technician also noticed the commotion near the dance floor.
The dazzling spotlight instantly focused on the pair.
Energized by the alcohol, Ji Wei felt fearless. Paying no mind to the jealous or envious stares of others, she confidently held onto Mo Qian’s hand and headed straight to the center of the dance floor.
The music, too, adjusted to their sudden entrance, switching to an elegant waltz.
Mo Qian intertwined his fingers tightly with Ji Wei’s in one hand, while the other circled her slender waist, pressing her curvaceous figure firmly against himself. Together, their steps began to follow the rhythm of the music.
Ji Wei, still a little tipsy, stumbled on her very first step and nearly toppled onto Mo Qian.
"Sorry, I haven’t danced in a long time..." she apologized, embarrassed.
"Relax, just follow my lead."
Mo Qian gazed at her encouragingly.
"Okay." Ji Wei nodded, trying hard to stay focused.
However, her steps remained clumsy. She stepped on Mo Qian’s leather shoes several times and almost bumped into someone next to them while spinning.
The crowd, initially eager to see an impressive display of dance, was left dumbfounded.
"Miss Ji’s dancing is really bad, isn’t it? What a waste of such an amazing partner like Mr. Gu."
"Exactly, and she claims to be Rongcheng’s socialite? Even regular folks dance better than this."
"Ugh, just stop dancing already. It’s embarrassing!"
"I feel secondhand embarrassment for Miss Ji, especially with so many people watching."
The murmurs from the crowd made their way to Ji Wei’s ears. While she had initially considered retreating in defeat, her resolve suddenly hardened.
These people were dying to see her fail. She wasn’t about to let them get their wish!