Chapter 11 Remember, You're Here to Be a Vase
The man in the black suit stepped out of the car, his features as chiseled and cold as ice. Qin Mo alighted from the other side and uneasily walked over to his side.
The scale of tonight's banquet seemed quite large, attended by many prominent figures.
"Remember, you're just here to be seen and not heard."
His icy voice abruptly drew Qin Mo's attention. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she stared blankly at Chu Yiqin. Her gaze drifted down to his arm. Biting her lip, she caught his drift.
She was standing too close.
Just moments ago, she had inadvertently moved into his embrace.
This man still despised her, just as much as when they first met!
She tentatively reached out and loosely clasped his arm. His warmth was transferred to her, and upon drawing closer, she could smell the faint hint of his cool, woody fragrance—clean and cold, just like him.
Chu Yiqin noticed her deliberately creating a distance and frowned slightly.
His mood was unpredictable.
Qin Mo felt herself being jerked forward, tumbling directly into Chu Yiqin's arms, her nose crashing against his firm chest.
"Ah..."
She quickly pulled away but was drawn back as Chu Yiqin encircled her waist, "Next time don't stand by the door like a statue."
Qin Mo licked her lips, her throat dry, not knowing what to say.
"Understood..."
With a hint of warning, Chu Yiqin clasped her hand and strode forward, guiding Qin Mo into the venue.
As dusk fell, the banquet hall gleamed brilliantly.
The moment the man entered, the atmosphere tensed as if the air had tightened into a taut string.
There was a brief silence.
The sound of his handmade leather shoes echoed lightly on the floor—the faint sound seemingly causing hearts to leap up, making breathing somewhat difficult. Under the lights, his sharp features were dazzling.
A man who commanded respect without speaking a word.
Beside him, a woman stood—graceful and elegant. Despite the overwhelming aura, she didn't fade into the background but rather complemented him beautifully.
"Young Master Chu is here!"
"Wasn't he supposed to have declined? What made him change his mind? If he's interested in these plots too, who in Jiangcheng can compete with him?"
"Who's that woman with him? I've never seen her before."
Qin Mo hadn't been seen by the high society in five years, and the auction was mostly attended by the older generation, so no one recognized her momentarily.
Being watched by so many, she felt rigid all over, her palms sweating coldly. Yet, she maintained a calm exterior with a gentle, proper smile at her lips.
"Zhen Guo! Look, who's that!"
Shu Yun's voice was shrill as she incredulously patted her husband's shoulder, her gaze fixated on Qin Mo without shifting.
Qin ZhenGuo was initially annoyed by her exaggeration, but following her gaze, he saw Qin Mo!
Qin Mo, who had caused such disgrace to the Qin Family—how dare she show up here?
"Look, that's Qin Mo! She came in with that man!" Shu Yun said frantically, repeatedly convincing herself that it wasn't real.
How could that man possibly be Chu Yiqin!
He wasn't ugly at all!
There must be some mistake!
Qin Mo had actually managed to secure Chu Yiqin just from that one night!
Has the world gone mad!
She couldn't maintain her gentle composure.
How was that shameless woman worthy of being in such a setting!