"President Yam is so talented and promising, worthy of being Mr. Yam’s successor, truly impressive, truly impressive indeed." The man raised his glass, smiled at the flattering person, whose gaze swept over the woman beside him, unable to resist saying: "President Yam is truly blessed." The woman’s eyes were charming and alluring, each expression captivating, and just a fleeting glance was enough to capture the soul of the man opposite, prompting an exclamation of such beauty in the world. The man frowned slightly, reached over to hug the woman’s slender waist, "This is my girlfriend, Jiang Mi’er." It was actually President Yam himself admitting his girlfriend; they thought she was just a companion, but their thoughts faded significantly, "Then I won’t disturb you two, President Yam, let’s catch up later." The man nodded lightly without glancing at the person, his gaze lowered to the woman in his arms. "You are my woman." As if declaring sovereignty, the tone was full of dominance. The woman leaned against him, giggled sweetly, "Are you jealous?" The man’s eyes darkened, he clasped her waist tightly, pressing her into his embrace, lowering his gaze to look at her alluring face, "Mi’er, stop fooling around." "Who’s fooling around with you, you’re too domineering, not even allowing others to glance at someone else?" The man sighed, holding her tightly: "I’m just too afraid of losing you." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the N0velFire.ɴet The woman nestled in his arms had a flash of pride in her downcast eyes; for her, this man was too easily obtained, the famous unapproachable President Yam still fell head over heels for her with just a beckoning finger. Ah, there’s no sense of achievement. A cold silhouette flashed in her mind, she chuckled lightly, the true challenge is just beginning. Just then, the engagement party officially began, and protagonists Fan Weiying and Sun Xi made their formal entrance; upon seeing the man being pushed out in a wheelchair by Fan Weiying, there was a collective amazement followed by a sigh of regret. This man had a stunning face, his temperament melancholic and lonely, yet he was disabled, what a waste. Some who originally came to witness a joke were now envious and gritting their teeth at seeing this man’s appearance, he’s just too handsome, isn’t Fan Weiying lucky. Then resigning themselves with a smile, it’s a pity he’s handicapped, they heard he has issues in certain aspects, good-looking but useless; marrying him means living like a widow. Jiang Mi’er’s eyes darkened slightly, her gaze quietly swept over the man’s face, and her fingers subtly trembled. Yun Ya knew little about Fan Weiying’s situation, not expecting her fiancé to be disabled, Yun Ya was momentarily at a loss for words, just watching Fan Weiying’s paled face under the lights, secretly furrowing her brows tightly. She was forcing a smile. This wasn’t the marriage she wanted. Graceful Fan Weiying felt utterly exhausted after dealing with the guests, she looked at the man in the wheelchair, and the man raised his eyes to gaze at her, his smile faint as smoke: "You don’t have to always be with me, I heard your friends are here, go accompany them." Fan Weiying looked at him. "Changsheng." Sun Xi called out. A delicate youth came over, "Young Lady, let me take care of the Young Master." He naturally took over the wheelchair from Fan Weiying. Fan Weiying pursed her lips slightly, Sun Xi was very kind to her, during their two meetings, he was always gentlemanly, thoughtful of her, ah... merely out of guilt, but I, Fan Weiying, don’t need it. Turning around after speaking, her back straight, she walks away from Sun Xi step by step. "Young Master, the Young Lady has already forgotten about you." Changsheng spoke softly. The man watched her leaving figure, amidst countless splendors, for that touch of black, it was the only bright color in his world. He slowly curved his lips, his eyes dim and isolated: "Forgetting is good...." Unknowingly, a cold wind blew from somewhere, lifting the strands of hair on his forehead, his eyes appeared increasingly desolate, seeming to have seen all worldly splendors, like a dead pool, unable to stir a single ripple. Completely unaware, danger had quietly descended. Fan Weiying knew Yun Ya had come today but didn’t see her at the banquet, her gaze searched for her figure all around; then, Yun Ya stood up and waved towards her: "Sister Weiying." Fan Weiying saw the girl standing in the shadows, a smile appeared on her face, and she walked quickly towards her. "Why are you alone here, had me searching everywhere." Yun Ya smiled: "It’s quiet here." Fan Weiying glared at her: "If you keep being so low-key, people in Jiangzhou might soon forget about you." "Haven’t congratulated you yet." Yun Ya held her hand sincerely: "Sister Weiying, you must be happy."