Pei Yunxi remained silent.
She was there alone, not to find him; what else could she be there for?
Fortunately, he had left quickly, or else if he had been caught, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t have cleared his name.
Jiang Chen walked over and took Pei Yunxi’s hand, but to his surprise, she broke free from his grip.
It seemed she was no longer resistant to such physical contact.
Pei Yunxi still looked upstairs.
Jiang Chen coughed lightly again, "Don’t go up there, they’re performing action scenes right now."
He didn’t try to hold her delicate hand again.
Pei Yunxi shifted her gaze away and walked downstairs.
Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.
"Jiang, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for ages..."
Coming out of the villa, a baboon, no, Thomas Felton, came walking toward him.
Jiang Chen put on his jacket and mumbled, "Went to the restroom."
"Jiang, there are some friends who really want to meet you."
Feeling unable to refuse, Jiang Chen nodded. Suddenly, Pei Yunxi said, "You go ahead, I’m not feeling too well, I’ll wait for you in the car."
Jiang Chen quickly asked with concern, "Are you alright? Do you need..."
Pei Yunxi smiled at Thomas Felton, then turned and left.
Jiang Chen looked at Pei Yunxi’s retreating figure. Although he felt that something was off with her, he could only follow Thomas Felton toward the courtyard.
"Director Felton, I’m going to leave now."
After mingling for a while, Jiang Chen offered his farewells.
"So early? Jiang, I have prepared an exciting program for you."
Thomas Felton’s invitation was full of hidden meanings.
"Yun Xi said she’s feeling unwell, I have to check on her," Jiang Chen said with a wry smile.
Thomas Felton expressed understanding.
As Jiang Chen rushed outside, he was completely unaware that a pair of amber eyes were quietly and silently following his figure.
"Vera, you can’t drink alcohol."
A man came over and took away the glass of alcohol she was about to lift.
"Uncle Mario, it’s your party, just let me have one drink," the woman pleaded playfully.
In the United States, it’s illegal to drink alcohol in public places if you’re not yet 21 years old. Of course, if it’s in a private place or a personal gathering, the rules aren’t so strict.
"Even so, you can’t drink."
The manor owner, investor of Paramount Pictures, and film industry magnate Mario Cassano handed the glass to a waiter to take away, "You’re still underage."
How old did Jiang Chen guess she was again?
"Uncle Mario, you’re such a spoilsport," Vera sighed.
"Vera, think about my position. Just by you attending the party, I’m already under a lot of pressure. Do you really want to cause trouble for your Uncle Mario who thinks so much of you?"
"I was about to introduce you to someone quite interesting – spending three hundred million US dollars on a woman. Are the young people of today all so affluent?" Mario Cassano changed the subject.
"Uncle Mario, are you talking about that guy named Jiang Chen?"
"Yes, bumped into him earlier and had a chat," Vera said, looking at the manor’s entrance, her amber eyes shimmering with an indescribable sheen.
"Uncle Mario, he’s even more interesting than you think."
Above the character for lust hangs a sword.
The saying truly isn’t false.
The more enchanting, the more dangerous.
It’s always better to be a righteous gentleman.
If Jiang Chen hadn’t restrained himself earlier, and she had deliberately accused him of attempting to take advantage of a minor, that would have been enough trouble to last him for a while.