Chapter 13: Seeing Lin Xiyan Again
“Are you Young Master Jiang?” Wang Shao approached Jiang Che, speaking with great respect.
Technically, as a fellow young master of Linjiang City, he shouldn’t need to be so courteous to Jiang Che. However, he had heard from his father about the terrifying power behind the Jiang family, which was simply not on the same level as his own Wang family.
If he could forge a good relationship with Jiang Che, inheriting the Wang family would be almost guaranteed.
“Yes, I am Jiang Che,” Jiang Che replied, pretending to be unaware. “Are you the one who invited me to this cocktail party?”
“Yes, it was me who invited you. I am Wang Shao of the Wang family. I am truly delighted that you could come,” Wang Shao responded sincerely.
He had attended many large and small cocktail parties in his social circle but had never seen Jiang Che. The fact that Jiang Che attended his party this time was something to boast about.
“Oh, there’s no need to be so formal, Wang Shao…” Jiang Che responded, starting a mutual business flattery with Wang Shao
Wang Shao walked to the center of the cocktail party and cleared his throat, saying, “Everyone, please quiet down for a moment, today I would like to introduce someone to you all.”
The crowd looked at Wang Shap, curious about his announcement.
“I’m sure many of you have heard of the Jiang family from Linjiang City,” he continued. “The person I’m introducing is none other than the young master of the Jiang family, Jiang Che!”
As he finished, a wave of murmurs rose from the crowd, all eyes turning to the handsome young man standing next to Wang Shao.
“So, he is the young master of the Jiang family…”
“I’ve heard of the young master of the Jiang family. He’s still studying at Linjiang University and rarely makes public appearances. Why is he here today?”
“Wow… Young Master Jiang is so handsome, even more than those popular idols…”
Observing the reactions of the people around him, Jiang Che nodded in satisfaction. He had no interest in saying more.
Just making an appearance in front of these people was enough. “There will always be a time for future encounters,” he thought to himself.
Quietly, Jiang Che slipped away, only to be surprised by the sight of someone. “Why are you here?” he asked, looking at Lin Xiyan, who was sitting not far away.
The young woman was wearing a black and white evening gown today, her exposed legs wrapped in black stockings. Her feet were in high heels, with the black silk barely revealing her tender, jade-like toes.
Lin Xiyan, who usually dresses in a classical fairy-like style, mainly wearing elegant long dresses, surprisingly exuded a different kind of charm in this attire.
“You’re actually the young master of the Jiang family, hiding it quite deep,” she said, not answering Jiang Che’s question but instead smiling gently at him.
“You’re not exactly one to talk about hiding, Miss Lin,” Jiang Che shrugged. At Linjiang University, everyone knew Lin Xiyan came from a well-off family, but no one knew she was the young lady of the Lin family.
“Why did you decide to reveal your identity today?” she asked curiously.
“I just felt that hiding my identity all the time was pointless, and having such a status can make things a lot easier when going out,” he replied.
Lin Xiyan nodded in agreement, understanding the convenience of having such an identity in dealing with the outside world. She had heard of the Jiang family’s power; compared to them, her Lin family seemed almost laughable.
“What brings you to a banquet ?” Jiang Che asked, curious. In the original story, Lin Xiyan would never attend such events.
“Just bored tonight, so I thought I’d come and have a look,” she replied with a smile. She had spent the afternoon playing the guqin at home and was feeling a bit bored, so she accepted Wang Shao’s invitation to the banquet.
“Young Master Jiang, Miss Lin,” Wang Shao approached them as Jiang Che was casually chatting with Lin Xiyan.
“Is there something you need?”
“Nothing in particular. There’s someone playing the piano over there, and I was wondering if Young Master Jiang might be interested,” Wang Shao said with a smile.
“Someone’s playing the piano?” Jiang Che’s interest was piqued. Most of these second-generation rich kids would be made to learn a few piano pieces by their families, but few played them well.
Jiang Che, before transmigrating, also played the piano occasionally, one of his few hobbies. “Shall we go have a look?” he suggested to Lin Xiyan.
“Sure, I also like the piano. Maybe we’ll even meet a piano master, and I can ask for some tips,” Lin Xiyan replied cheerfully.
Following Wang Shao, Jiang Che and Lin Xiyan made their way to a corner of the banquet hall. A girl was playing a piano on the stage there, her delicate hands creating beautiful music that was quite pleasing to the ears.