Ji Nuan took her phone out to call the police when her gaze suddenly landed on a black and large commercial car. Her fingers paused on the phone screen after seeing the two silhouettes walking out.

After getting a clear look at the two silhouettes, Ji Nuan's expression became strange.

It was Mo Jingshen and An Shuyan!

A few days ago, Mo Jingshen mentioned to her through the phone that he would attend an evening party today.

Why was he here with An Shuyan?

So, they were attending the same evening party?

From afar, she saw the two of them alight from the car at the same time. An Shuyan was dressed beautifully and suitably in a white, open shoulder gown. Just as they walked into the hotel entrance, An Shuyan, who followed closely by Mo Jingshen's side, raised her hand and held his elbow.

Ji Nuan's brain instantly had a reaction—Mo Jingshen would definitely push her aside.

But Mo Jingshen did not.

Ji Nuan's heart instantly slammed hard in her chest. Her hand paused by the window, unmoving for the longest time.

The window on the other side was suddenly knocked. The door opened. Sheng Yihan glanced at her, asking with a low tone, "Are you sure you won't go in?"

Ji Nuan glanced over, although some emotions flashed by her eyes, they were very well hidden.

She wanted to ask about his intentions for bringing her here. Just as she was about to speak, she felt that with his character, there was no way he would give her the truth.

Why not check it out herself?

"Close the door! I'm changing!" she demanded in unkindly.

Sheng Yihan's lips curved indiscernibly. The door was closed once more. As though to reassure her, this time, he left the car keys inside so that she could leave when she was done changing.

Was he so sure she would not run anymore?

Ji Nuan darkly ground her teeth together. She reached out for the bag in the backseat. After opening it, she found that it contained an expensive packaged gown. She tore it open impatiently.

Ten minutes later, Ji Nuan got off the car.

"Do you think I'm a young girl in her teens? You actually got a pink gown, and it's adorned with feathers on the bottom. I really suspect you brought me to such a place to humiliate me," she muttered unhappily.

Sheng Yihan glanced at her, surprise flashing by his cold eyes. Although Ji Nuan often attended various large balls with her father in the past, one could not help but admit that Ji Nuan's beauty was the low-key, gentle type of beauty. It did not have any attacking power or killing power, but she only needed to dress up slightly, and the high-quality beauty that belonged to her would instantly attract more men than glamorous beauties could.

"You're only 20 years old, why won't you wear pink?" Sheng Yihan walked away from the car, his tone as indifferent as ever. Yet, when Ji Nuan's expression flashed past the hotel unhappily, he mindlessly spoke again, "Very beautiful. No matter who loses face here, it won't be you. After all, victory goes to the most attractive one."

"..."

Sheng Yihan, this man, even when he spoke pleasing words, he was still so loathsome.

Ji Nuan did not look at him. Thankfully, the gown reached the floor, allowing her to wear her flats under it. There was a bag containing a set of high heels in the backseat, but she did not wear it, nor did she have the mood to wear it.

"Didn't change your shoes?" he noticed that her height remained unchanged and asked.

"Didn't you say that victory goes to the most attractive one?" Ji Nuan coldly shot back.

Sheng Yihan did not speak and only glanced at her gown.

Ji Nuan was five feet, five inches tall, and had a slender body. Her figure was ideal and perfect. Her height was suitable for such a gown, and she indeed did not need to put up appearances like other women who wore heels that were higher than ten centimeters for the illusion of long legs.

He turned toward the hotel, Ji Nuan following.

While walking, she raised a hand and casually bundled her hair together, twisting it into a slightly fluffy bun on the top of her head. She then walked in like this with no care in the world.

Before entering the hotel entrance, Sheng Yihan noticed her simple, yet not unsuitable hairstyle and meaningfully said, "I never thought the Ji family's eldest miss would one day be so crude."

Crude?

Ji Nuan hid a smile while glancing at the various, dressed up people inside.

Anyone who had gone through ten years of homeless, miserable, and bitter days would not be able to remain refined. Could it be that she had to call for a stylist before she could go in?

If it were the Ji Nuan from the past, it is possible that she could have done so.

She did not explain. After walking in, she did not plan on sticking too close to Sheng Yihan.

King Court's Hotel was Hai Cheng's largest, seven-star hotel. A large crowd filled the luxurious ballroom. There were countless beautiful clothes and hairstyles. The famous government officials and businessmen stood in groups of three and five, raising their glasses for a toast. It was so boisterous that it caused Ji Nuan to suspect what such a big occasion was actually for.

It was only when Ji Nuan discovered several guests speaking American English inside the ballroom and paid attention to their words, that she realized they were individuals who held high managerial positions in America's Shine. Tonight was the day Shine Group would sign the contract to cooperate with Mo Corporation officially.

Recently, Mo Jingshen had been working on this. After listening for a while, because of Sheng Yihan's glance, Ji Nuan had no choice but to follow him in.

Several people were conversing, their voice drifting into her ears.

"Shine Group began in Hai Cheng. Over ten years ago, after moving the headquarters to America, who would have thought the first international project they would have would be with Mo Corporation... No matter how you see it, it's still considered belonging to your own home. One really does not allow the benefits created by their work to belong to others."

"I heard that Director Mo will also attend today? It's been several years since Director Mo returned to Hai Cheng, isn't it? America's side always needs him. These few years have really been tough on him."

"Isn't it, I heard that half a year ago when CEO Mo married, Director Mo still could not take time off to attend the wedding. He didn't even meet his own daughter-in-law. That he would suddenly return this time, is actually rather surprising..."

An uneasy feeling rose in Ji Nuan's chest.

Director Mo?

Mo Jingshen's father, Mo Shaoze?

As they walked in, all of a sudden, she noticed that tall and familiar silhouette from the corner of her eye.

Ji Nuan turned over and glanced in that direction—at the man, at that face.

Mo Jingshen's handsome face drew people's attention.

He walked towards the center of the ballroom from the other direction, drawing attention from everyone. His figure and facial features were completely distinct.

Clear and handsome brows, long and sharp nose, slightly thin lips; it was as though his five features were created by God himself. He was flawlessly perfect. His indifferent lips curved in a way that revealed no emotions.

His long legs wore black suit pants. It was not even slightly wrinkled. He also wore a dress shirt in the same color. Its price was definitely not low.

The moment he showed up, there was no need for him to speak. He instantly drew everyone's attention.

He was handsome yet cold, mild yet unhurried, and possessed an incomparable level of nobility.

An Shuyan held onto his elbow as she appeared in front of the audience. She seemed extremely compatible with him—a woman with a temperament blessed by the gods. She turned her head, whispering closely to Mo Jingshen. Mo Jingshen expression was mild, revealing no emotions, but he did not reply.