EBE Chapter 510 Posture
Chapter 510 Posture
The three generations of the family seemed oblivious to the commotion.
Fang Li looked up and smiled slightly at Xu Fangye, then naturally walked to Xu Qingrang's other side, where she and Xu Fangye helped the old man on either side.
The three walked leisurely through the bustling crowd toward the hotel entrance.
The lights on the red carpet cast long shadows behind them, leaving all the gossip and speculation far behind.
The banquet hall upstairs.
Crystal chandeliers cast countless golden glitters from the banquet hall's dome, while the melodious waltz music flowed like silk, enveloping the elegantly dressed crowd.
Sheng Qianrui has returned.
Holding a glass of champagne, she weaved among the young men of Haicheng. The champagne droplets on the glass reflected the carefully drawn corners of her eyes, and a perfectly timed smile always graced her lips—neither overly warm nor distant.
"I heard that Young Master Wang recently acquired a prime piece of land in the south of the city for his new project?"
She listened intently to the man beside her, her fingertips lightly tracing the surface of the glass, her tone carrying just the right amount of curiosity.
The argument with Song Yuchen in the emergency exit just now seemed like an illusion. The fierce look in her eyes had long been covered by gentleness, and even the arc of her skirt sweeping the ground when she turned around was exactly the same as it had been half an hour ago.
Several young men were flattered by her, and some tried to get closer under the influence of alcohol, but she subtly avoided them.
Its graceful posture, like a white egret spreading its wings, was so exquisite that one could not find a single fault with it, and could only swallow one's thoughts.
Only when she occasionally lowers her gaze will a faint shadow flicker in her eyes, as fleeting as a shooting star across the night sky.
Good evening, distinguished guests.
Suddenly, a deep and clear male voice rang out through the speakers throughout the venue.
As the music faded, everyone's eyes turned to the center of the stage.
The host was dressed in a sharp white suit, his hair was neatly combed, he held a silver microphone, and had a standard smile on his face.
He is a top-rated host on Haicheng TV, with masterful stage presence. With just a few words, he brought the atmosphere to its first mini-climax.
"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend the Xu Group's annual banquet. Tonight, the stars are shining and the hall is filled with distinguished guests. It is not only a gathering of love and kindness, but also a grand event for our social circle..."
He spoke at a steady pace, enunciating each word clearly, as if every word had been precisely calculated. He took into account both the business tycoons in the audience and the movie stars, drawing rounds of applause.
"Next, let's give a warm round of applause to Mr. Xu Fangye, Executive Director and General Manager of Xu's Group, the organizer of this dinner, to come to the stage and deliver a speech!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the host turned to the side, raised his hand, and pointed towards the entrance of the banquet hall.
In an instant, all the lights in the venue went out, except for a spotlight that, like a carefully drawn silver thread, shone precisely on the carved door.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment; the soft clinking of glasses stopped, the whispered conversations ceased, and even breathing became cautious.
Everyone was waiting for the figure behind that door.
With a soft click, the door was pushed open.
Three figures slowly stepped into the pillar of light.
In the very center stood Xu Qingrang, his dark blue Zhongshan suit gleaming warmly under the lights. His jade cane tapped lightly on the ground, making a soft "tap, tap" sound, as if providing accompaniment for his entrance.
Xu Fangye, to his left, was still wearing that dark charcoal gray suit, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his profile outlined with sharp lines in the light and shadow. Although he was walking slowly, he had an invisible aura that made everything around him a blurry background.
On the right, Fang Li, in a champagne-colored dress that shimmered under the lights, her long hair pulled back, revealing the graceful lines of her swan-like neck, tilted her head slightly as she listened to Xu Qingrang say something, a faint smile playing on her lips, as serene as a carefully framed oil painting.
"Wow……"
It was unclear who first uttered a soft cry, but it was like a pebble thrown into a lake, instantly creating ripples.
The men's eyes were almost immediately glued to Fang Li.
Some people subconsciously straightened their ties, while others paused mid-air with their wine glasses in hand, their eyes filled with undisguised amazement.
It's not the kind of desire that's superficial, but rather the kind that leaves you mesmerized by the ultimate beauty.
"Was that the person who was at the door just now? Even more so than from afar..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was nudged by the elbow of the person next to him, clearly afraid that his female companion would hear him.
Most of the women stared at Xu Fangye.
A young socialite secretly pinched her best friend's palm, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Even several female celebrities who were used to seeing handsome men couldn't help but whisper among themselves. After all, a man of Xu Fangye's caliber, who possessed wealth, power, and good looks, was walking hormones.
"He's looking this way!"
Someone shouted, causing a small commotion.
Meanwhile, the business tycoons focused their attention more on Xu Qingrang.
They whispered among themselves, their voices filled with awe: "Old Master Xu actually came in person. It seems the Xu family attaches great importance to this banquet..."
"Look at the young girl next to him, what's her relationship with the Xu family?"
"I think I've seen him before. He seems to be the head of a small media company in Beijing. I've met him in the film and television industry before. I didn't expect him to be so close to the Xu family..."
Amidst a sea of gazes filled with amazement, curiosity, and awe, Sheng Qianrui's fingers, holding the wine glass, tightened abruptly.
Her knuckles turned white from the force, and the champagne in the glass swayed, creating fine bubbles that splashed onto the back of her hand, bringing a cool sensation.
Her face turned deathly pale instantly, as if all the blood had been drained from her.
Just now in the fire escape, Song Yuchen's words haunted my mind again like a ghost:
"Tonight is the best opportunity... When Xu Fangli appears, do as I say..."
At the time, she dismissed it as Song Yuchen's delusion and scoffed at it.
Xu Fangli?
With her?
She was just lucky to get on the fast track to the film and television industry by getting a ride with Han Xi. What makes her think she can enter the Xu family's circle?
Not to mention, at a banquet of this caliber, he personally supported Xu Qingrang and walked side by side with Xu Fangye.
But the scene before her eyes was like a resounding slap across her face.
Fang Li not only came, but she also stood between the Xu family grandfather and grandson in a way that Fang Li never dared to imagine.
Their posture was natural and intimate, as if they had already integrated into that circle. Sheng Qianrui, on the other hand, looked like a clown. The elegance and composure she had maintained in front of the young masters had instantly become ridiculous.
"how come……"
Sheng Qianrui subconsciously took a half step back, her back hitting the dining table behind her, the silver cutlery on the tray making a jarring clanging sound.
She snapped back to reality, hastily trying to regain her composure, but the shock and resentment in her eyes could no longer be concealed. She stared intently at Fang Li's back, as if she wanted to burn two holes in the champagne-colored skirt.
It turns out that what Song Yuchen said was true.
So it turns out that pears really do have this much weight.
What about all those calculations and self-righteous sense of superiority?
Sheng Qianrui's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and the wine in the glass swayed even more violently.
She watched as the three figures slowly walked towards the main seat under everyone's gaze, watched Xu Fangye considerately pull out a chair for Fang Li, and watched Xu Qing give Fang Li a gentle smile. She felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her almost unable to stand.