"Isn’t she just the standout beauty?"
At events , many successful entrepreneurs would surely bring their sons and daughters, or other juniors.
Undoubtedly, it is a gathering place for the young and talented.
Even though Yu Siqiao had already won his girl, he wanted her to see him the moment she laid eyes on the place.
Though Yu Siqiao was already greatly advantaged and confident,
hearing Yu Chen’s words finally satisfied him enough to get into the car.
He caught a glimpse of the men’s perfume that Xing Mengzheng insisted on giving him earlier; Yu Siqiao thought about it and decided to take it, spraying it several times inside the car.
Yu Chen, observing this, praised, "The scent won’t be too strong in the car and won’t seem too deliberate. When you arrive, there will be a subtle middle note aroma. Princess Mo will definitely love it."
Yu Siqiao snorted, "It doesn’t matter whether she likes it or not. I just don’t want to be outdone by anyone else."
As long as you’re happy.
They soon arrived at Mo Family Castle.
As expected, the entrance was already filled with a fleet of luxury cars.
The usually deserted estate was now tightly packed with various vehicles.
Yu Siqiao got out of the car first, leading Yu Chen inside.
Housekeeper Yang, greeting them, smiled widely at Yu Siqiao, "Young Master Yu, you’ve finally arrived. The Princess is hosting guests in the living room. Should I announce your arrival?"
"No need, I can go myself. Please continue with your work," replied Yu Siqiao.
"Yes," Housekeeper Yang beamed, "The Princess mentioned she would announce your wedding date today. Just now, she was discussing it with Old Man without a final decision. She said it would be decided on the fly, and she needed to ask for your opinion."
Yu Siqiao’s lips curved upward but quickly suppressed it, saying, "I know."
Housekeeper Yang watched Yu Siqiao’s retreating figure with envy.
When Yu Siqiao entered, he found the place was indeed already filled with people.
Everyone, without exception, dressed in sharp suits and smiling faces, mingled and shook hands warmly.
And as Yu Siqiao walked in, he immediately drew the attention of many there.
Yu Siqiao looked very handsome today.
Wearing a burgundy pinstripe suit with a black shirt, he looked exceedingly aloof and unapproachable, exuding a sense of detachment.
His dark, deep eyes like still, deep pools at night, his aura cold and sharp, expressionless, yet when he walked in, it was enough to elicit the girls’ screams.
Those who could come were all heiresses of wealthy families, each possessing a measure of composure, but many still blushed and their hearts fluttered.
The bolder girls directly inquired about him, their gazes unabashedly straightforward.
Yu Siqiao, long accustomed, scanned the crowd and quickly spotted the one he had long been thinking about. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
Although he could only see a glimpse of her red garment, he was certain—it was Mo Shu.
Just as he was the focus of the girls’ attention, the spot where Mo Shu stood was also under the scrutiny of many young elites.
Whether intentional or accidental, those young people always glanced over at Mo Shu.
Yu Siqiao noticed some of the bolder ones were even gathered around Mo Shu, their handsome, youthful faces flushed. They were clearly not conversing, but Yu Siqiao could still see satisfaction on their faces.
His woman, Yu Siqiao’s woman, and everyone dares to stare?
Yu Siqiao walked over to Mo Shu with a cold expression.
Give me the ticket, will you?