Chapter 51: Temptations at the Gala — Su Mei's Unraveling Curiosity

The Orchid Pavilion glittered with opulence. Chandeliers bathed the ballroom in a warm golden light, illuminating the lavish décor. Waiters in crisp suits weaved through the crowd, balancing trays of champagne and delicacies. The city's elite mingled, laughter and polite chatter filling the space.

But Zhao Feng wasn't concerned with the grandeur of the gala. His focus remained solely on Su Mei.

She moved through the crowd with practiced elegance, greeting acquaintances and exchanging pleasantries. Yet, every so often, her gaze flickered toward Zhao Feng, lingering just a moment too long. It was a game of silent acknowledgment — the kind that set hearts racing.

"You clean up well," Su Mei remarked as she finally approached, her crimson gown accentuating her every curve.

"And you wear temptation like a second skin," Zhao Feng replied smoothly, his eyes meeting hers without hesitation.

Her lips curled into a slight smile. "Is that so? Then I hope you're prepared for what temptation brings."

Su Mei led Zhao Feng through the gala, introducing him to various influential figures. Business magnates, politicians, and celebrities all offered polite nods, but there was no mistaking the curious glances directed at Zhao Feng.

"They're wondering who you are," Su Mei whispered, leaning close. "A man with no public presence, yet standing beside me."

"Let them wonder," Zhao Feng replied, brushing aside the weight of scrutiny. "I have no interest in their games."

Su Mei tilted her head, her eyes gleaming. "But you do enjoy mine, don't you?"

The words lingered, and Zhao Feng's smirk deepened.

As the night progressed, the orchestra shifted to a slow, seductive melody. Couples took to the dance floor, the elegant sway of their movements drawing admiring eyes. Su Mei, never one to miss an opportunity, extended her hand toward Zhao Feng.

"Dance with me."

He accepted without hesitation.

The warmth of her body pressed against his as they moved in perfect harmony. Su Mei's perfume was intoxicating, the soft curve of her neck inviting his gaze. Zhao Feng's hand rested firmly on her waist, the heat of his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"You're dangerous, Zhao Feng," she murmured, her voice low.

"And yet you keep drawing closer."

Their eyes locked, the tension crackling between them. Su Mei's breath quickened, her lips parting slightly. But before the moment could spiral further, she pulled away — a deliberate retreat.

"Not yet," she whispered, her fingers lingering on his chest. "The night is still young."

Ding!

[Su Mei's Curiosity +20%]

[Su Mei's Affection +15%]

Zhao Feng smiled to himself. The game continued, but now, the stakes were higher.