Chapter 18 - 015 The superior and inferior are immediately obvious
Yun Shen smiled faintly, "Miss Bai is naturally beautiful; this is very good already." Even with little expression on his face, his words carried a sense of sincerity.
The stark contrast only made women more unable to resist; Bai Ran’s gaze on Yun Shen deepened, her crimson lips slightly curved, and under the brilliant lights, she exuded the seductiveness of a fox.
She suddenly leaned in closer, almost brushing lips and noses with Yun Shen, and softly parted her red lips, her breath fragrant as orchids: "Does President Yun really think so? Then, between me and this lady by your side, who is prettier? President Yun mustn’t show any favoritism," her eyes flicked over Kang Jinse, the mockery flashing then vanishing.
Kang Jinse was so angry her face twisted, but she had to smile, so much so that her facial features contorted somewhat. Under the glaring lights, at first glance, she looked quite frightening.
This woman was really hateful, daring to flirt with her man right in front of her, a blatant slap in her face.
Onlookers were all watching the spectacle, she had to endure, must not lose her composure.
Kang Jinse had also dressed meticulously, in a trailing red gown, like a blaze of burning flames. As a former gymnast, her height was a disadvantage, often making her seem less imposing, but her water-like suppleness was her greatest asset, which was fully demonstrated in bed.
With a figure lithely shaped, waist slender as a willow, she reminded people of the palm-top dance of the Feiyan in the Han Palace—probably just like this.
Tsk tsk, Yun Shen is indeed fortunate in love, having departed with the top socialite, only to be approached by a sensual beauty. Look at that waist twist; yet that is not enough, for the Miss Bai from the Bai Family has also joined the excitement.
Both women belonged to the sensual type. Kang Jinse exuded sensuality in her very bones, giving off a very sultry vibe, what you’d call a femme fatale. Bai Ran, on the other hand, moved with a flirtatious grace, her every pout and tantrum full of allure, truly a feast for the eyes.
The superior one was apparent at a glance.
Kang Jinse was blissfully ignorant, her fingers tightly grasping Yun Shen’s arm.
"Each beauty has their own charm; they cannot be discussed in the same breath," Yun Shen said with a faint smile.
Kang Jinse’s face turned exceedingly embarrassed in an instant.
Not to be discussed in the same breath? Did that not mean she was incomparable to Bai Ran? She was his date, yet he actually uttered such belittling words. Did he even hold her in any regard?
"Giggle..." Bai Ran’s delicate laughter served as the ultimate mockery of Kang Jinse, "Isn’t President Yun afraid of upsetting the beauty by his side? After all, women can be very petty."
Yun Shen turned his head to glance at Kang Jinse, the smile on his lips enigmatic.
"Would you?"
Kang Jinse’s face stiffened, then she forced a dry laugh, "Miss Bai jokes. Jinse is well aware of her place." But inside, she loathed Bai Ran completely.
Bai Ran chuckled, taking a glass of red wine from a passing servant and offering it to Yun Shen, "President Yun won’t mind sharing a drink with me, right?"
Yun Shen took it, swirling the wine in the glass, "I’d be delighted."
Glasses clinked, eyes met.
A handsome man, a beautiful woman; if one could ignore the contorted-faced lady in red beside them, this was undoubtedly a very pleasing scene.
"Congratulations to President Yun on successfully taking over the Ji’s... oh no... the Yun’s. I hope President Yun will be merciful when we meet on the commercial battlefield," Bai Ran said.
She downed her drink in one go.
With a coy laugh, Bai Ran glanced sidelong at Yun Shen, pinching the empty wine glass between two fingers as she gracefully departed.
Yun Ya tried to minimize his presence, witnessing a great show.
It seemed that Bai Ran was quite interested in Yun Shen, her standing far above Kang Jinse’s—not by a little. But why wasn’t it she who married Yun Shen in the previous life?
She had been reborn, and accordingly, many things ought to change.
Everything was just beginning. Everyone was a player in the drama, but she would be the one directing the whole show; the fate of all characters was hers to dictate.
Her eyes narrowed as she observed the so-called high society gathering, the dark pupils glistening with a cold, strange sheen in a corner unseen by others.