As the banquet commenced, everyone moved to the most luxurious golden revolving hall. A giant round table had been set up, adorned with an array of dishes laid out across dozens of tables. Attentive waiters ushered the guests to their seats. Song Li, Cheng Yu, Ji Shan, and others were invited to the main table. Liu Yi, dressed in a light green gown like a bride, made her entrance. After making a few obligatory remarks at each table, she gracefully walked over to Song and Cheng. Song Li’s seat was arranged to Liu Yi’s left, with the right seat presumably reserved for Zhang Rong. Ignoring Cheng Yu, Liu Yi affectionately took Song Li’s arm and smiled sweetly, “Li, it’s been a while. Does this look make you happy for me?” Song Li’s expression was faint, almost a smile, but he said nothing. Liu Yi, excited, looked around and exclaimed, “Where are Young Master Fang and Little Fu? I wanted to introduce my godfather to them. They haven’t left, have they?” Ji Shan calmly replied, “Miss Yi, don’t worry. They haven’t left; they should be here soon.”
Liu Yi then turned her gaze to Ji Shan, half-smiling as she observed him for a moment before laughing softly, “My works have never quite met the discerning eye of Senior Shan! For this launch, I’ll need your guidance and support.” Ji Shan adjusted his glasses and smiled modestly, “I dare not offer guidance. Miss Yi’s style has always been beyond my grasp, let alone offering support. With Fangrong as your backing, even without this launch, it wouldn’t matter much!” His words were somewhat blunt, causing Liu Yi’s pretty face to tighten, just as she was about to retort, Zhang Rong approached their table. A slightly short, thin old man with an incredibly powerful aura, everyone couldn’t help but stand up.
Volume Two: Dancing Girl, Chapter Seventy: The Banquet is Never Benign (Part One)
