Hearing the middle-aged man's voice, everyone couldn't help but turn their heads, and Leng Yue, at this moment, shouted, "Dad!"

"Yue'er, your classmate's strikes are quite heavy. This crystal is worth at least two million!" Although Leng Nan was speaking to Leng Yue, his face was filled with a broad smile as he looked at Yang Yi, as if he had witnessed something deeply amusing.

"Hehe, Uncle is indeed the titan of the business world, sharp eyes indeed!" Yang Yi chuckled, not evading his piercing gaze in the slightest.

Leng Nan secretly admired him. Yang Yi appeared particularly mysterious in his eyes, like a colossal mountain standing before him. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Nephew, you speak too gravely!"

"Is this Burmese crystal?" Wang Shaodong, despite being a spoiled rich kid and having never seen crystals produced in Myanmar, still believed Leng Nan's words. After all, the man was a business magnate; what kind of rare treasures hadn't he seen? He was merely a bit surprised.

"What, does Nephew Wang not quite trust my judgment?" Leng Nan seemed to feel that Wang Shaodong's attempt to corner Yang Yi was a bit excessive. This was the Leng family villa, not the police station of A City's bureau chief.

"Hehe, nothing!" Wang Shaodong, having been rebuffed, sneered coldly and walked away.

Leng Nan smiled upon seeing this and said, "Alright, Yue'er, quickly start your party!"

"Okay." Leng Yue smiled sweetly and turned to the microphone, "..............."

Yang Yi watched the lingering shadow of gloom in Wang Shaodong's final glance and smirked coldly to himself. Shaking his head, he called softly to Murong Lianxue, "Lianxue, let's go down!"

"Mm!" Murong Lianxue responded.

Xia Shiyun didn't know why she suddenly had a strong urge to follow him down, but seeing Leng Yue beside her, she halted her steps. The smile that had been on her face was now replaced by a flicker of unhappiness.

"Haha, Cousin, looks like you came back with egg on your face!"

Hearing Wang Xiao'er's sarcastic remark, Wang Shaodong laughed without anger, "What are you rushing for? The real show is yet to come!"

"Oh ho!" Wang Xiao'er naturally knew he wouldn't give up so easily, especially since certain people had now completely offended him. Because of this, he just stood there with a knowing smile.

"Boss, what happened just now?" Xu Ming looked at Yang Yi and the others returning with a look of confusion.

"Nothing, just ran into a mere jumping clown," Yang Yi smiled noncommittally, picked up a champagne flute from the table, and sipped it lightly.

Xu Ming and the others exchanged confused glances. Since Yang Yi didn't want to talk about it, they let it go.

Glancing at them, Yang Yi said, "You all go have fun. Hehe, don't mind me."

"Alright then, see you later, Boss!" Xu Ming smiled brightly, took Liu Qingqing's hand, and walked toward the middle of the already dancing hall.

Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou exchanged a look and grinned mischievously.

"Second Brother!"

"Fourth Brother!"

"Let's go!"

"Damn it! Those two bastards." Yang Yi cursed inwardly, looking at their excited expressions and predatory gazes. He couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile, then glanced towards Xia Shiyun in the distance, a look of helplessness inexplicably crossing his face.

"Yi, you go find Shiyun. I'll take care of Lianxue," Li Qian said, sitting beside Yang Yi and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Uh!" Yang Yi looked at her with surprise, a hint of apology flashing through his mind. When had she started to understand him so well? Stroking her soft hair, he asked, "Don't you want me to dance a set with you?"

"It's fine with me, really, you don't need to worry about me. Although I can't quite explain it, in this world, there isn't a woman who doesn't want her man to adore only her—I'm no exception. But I don't want to see you unhappy," Li Qian's words were indeed true; this was exactly how she felt at the moment.

Yang Yi sighed softly. He didn't know what to say, as matters of the heart were inherently difficult. He could only sigh.

Suddenly, Li Qian stood up and smiled at Murong Lianxue. She said, "Sister Lianxue, come, let's go get something to eat!"

"Hmm?" Murong Lianxue looked at Yang Yi doubtfully, seeming to seek his opinion.

Seeing her look of consultation, Yang Yi felt a mix of amusement and helplessness. He said, "Go ahead, eat whatever you like!"

"Okay, then Lianxue is going!" Murong Lianxue said with a cute smile.

"Go ahead!" After Yang Yi responded, he watched Murong Lianxue and Li Qian leave to find food. He then put down his cup, glanced at Xia Shiyun beside Leng Yue, and was about to stand up when his expression suddenly turned cold. But the coolness vanished quickly, replaced by a roguish smile, though one laden with a thick sense of playful amusement.

Wang Shaodong was indeed walking towards Xia Shiyun. He stopped before her, extended a hand, and smiled gently, "Miss Xia, would it be my honor to share a dance with you?"

"This... I don't know how to dance!" Xia Shiyun replied with a polite smile.

"Oh, that's fine. As long as Miss Xia grants me the favor, I can teach you if you don't mind. Hehe!" Wang Shaodong seemed reluctant to give up, adding another chuckle, "Relax, I truly have no other intentions, I just hope Miss Xia will bestow her favor upon me!"

"This..." Xia Shiyun didn't know how to refuse him. The man had cornered her with his words; refusing him was tantamount to causing him to lose face and offending him.

Accepting him meant... Thinking this, she involuntarily looked towards where Yang Yi had been standing. Seeing he wasn't there made her heart clench with an unfamiliar discomfort.

"Miss, might this scoundrel have the honor of accompanying you for a dance?" He performed a dance posture typical of a Western aristocratic ball: bowing precisely forty-five degrees, one hand resting on his waist, the other extended diagonally, his expression sincere—a picture of standard noble etiquette.

Seeing this, Xia Shiyun's heart trembled inexplicably, and her eyes suddenly welled up with unshed tears. Without a doubt, the newcomer was Yang Yi. After completing the set of noble gestures, he kept his hand extended towards her, smiling.

Leng Yue, standing nearby, looked at Yang Yi with surprise. To her, he had always been mysterious. You call him a rogue, and he certainly acts like one; you call him a noble young master full of taste in this moment, and he fits that image too.

What was most mysterious was that enigmatic smile that appeared on his face from time to time. Beneath that smile, it seemed impossible for anyone to truly discern what he was thinking.

"This kid..." Wang Shaodong shot Yang Yi a resentful glance, muttering to himself.

"Pfft!" Xia Shiyun seemed on the verge of tears but then broke into a smile. She extended her delicate hand, placing it in Yang Yi's, and said with a smile, "It would be my great honor!"

Yang Yi smiled faintly, applying a slight pressure to her hand. A thought suddenly struck him: Hold tight, I can't let go of you in this lifetime. It felt like a promise, or perhaps a vow from a man—no, more accurately, a vow from a rogue.

Wang Shaodong's hand remained stiffly in the air as he squinted, watching Yang Yi and Xia Shiyun frequently as they moved towards the center of the hall. "Hmph!" He snorted coldly, waving a hand dismissively, clearly enraged. Indeed, this man was narrow-minded, and at this moment, he wished Yang Yi were dead.

Leng Yue watched them, thinking to herself, Wang Shaodong, I hope you don't stir up trouble tonight at my birthday party. Otherwise, no matter how strong your background is, you'll have to weigh the consequences—this is the Leng family villa!

Yang Yi gently held Xia Shiyun's slender waist, pulling her slightly closer to him, inhaling deeply in a manner decidedly roguish, and sighed, "A scent I haven't smelled in a long time!"

"Rogue!" Xia Shiyun retorted, her face flushed crimson.

"I am a rogue, after all!" Yang Yi smiled lightly, and then his feet slowly began to move. Xia Shiyun followed his lead, both physically and in her steps. Though she supposedly didn't know how to dance well, under Yang Yi's guidance, she moved like a graceful dancing fairy.

Sometimes retreating, sometimes advancing, their dance steps appeared simple, yet the tacit understanding between them was profound, as if a couple were communicating through these ordinary movements. Some say music intoxicates, and dance reveals, and perhaps this was the true depiction of Yang Yi and Xia Shiyun now.

"Have you missed me these past few days?"

"Who would miss you, you scoundrel!" Xia Shiyun turned her head away, feeling the warmth radiating from his back, her heart fluttering wildly, her complexion growing even more radiant.

Yang Yi said nothing, just offered a darkly charming smile and continued dancing. His side was clearly beautiful, but the situation elsewhere was far less pleasant.

After Wang Shaodong once again suffered a public slight, Wang Xiao'er reappeared by his side and asked with a smile, "Cousin, how about we cooperate now?"

"Cooperate?" Wang Shaodong looked at him, surprised. "How do you propose we cooperate?"