The party was more of a personal ev

The party was more of a personal event than an
actual party. The attendance rate wasn’t high,
but every single attendant was of status and
fame. Celebrities from the Tian Chen Group and
Su Entertainment flitted around like social
butterflies, all holding glasses of champagne and
chatting about in order to expand their social
network. Who knows, maybe they’ll find a
wealthy person who would invest in them.
Tang Feng didn’t really like parties. First,
because of his illness, he could never hold his
liquor well, and, second, a glamorous party is
only appearance deep; the inside would be
completely corrupted by greed for money and
power. For everyone in this part of society, using
parties to make connections had become a
necessary skill.
Tang Feng wouldn’t reject the required social
meetings. There was no need pretending to be
all noble and virtuous. You could do what you
want, but you need a group of trustworthy
friends, so as to not drown in the sea of
untrustworthy people.
The party this time was held in celebration of the
collaboration between the Tian Chen Group and
Su Entertainment. The two heads were
undoubtedly in the spotlight, but the one who
caught the most attention was none other than
Ge Chen, who according to rumors had an
intimate relationship with both of these company
bosses. Ge Chen seriously liked wearing white
suits; even for this party he wore a high-set
white one, leaving him with an elegant feeling
that of a pure and untainted lily.
But, isn’t it a bit stark?
Every time he saw Ge Chen’s pale face matched
with such plain colors, Tang Feng felt an urge to
ask about his health. Ge Chen was pretty, but he
lacked the healthy beauty of male strength.
“You sure you want to walk in there holding my
hand?” Tang Feng raised his eyebrow.
Charles, who was also an owner of sorts for this
party, provided the reception venue. Naturally, he
had his own VIP lounge. Already possessing
handsome features unique to mixed bloods,
Charles looked all the more stunning in his
English-styled getup. If he had a scepter, Charles
would honestly look like a king.
“I enjoy the gazes of admiration and envy from
others,” Charles scanned the man who’d just
changed into a suit, the black and navy
enhancing Tang Feng’s natural vibe of nobility.
The custom tailored outfit showed off the man’s
enviable frame, his whole person carrying a
fresh, lively feeling like the royalty of a long lost
kingdom.
Honestly, more so than Ge Chen, the one being
chased after by both Lu Tian Chen and Su Qi
Cheng, Charles truly found Tang Feng more
desirable. Alright, perhaps it was a difference in
taste between Westerners and Easterners?
Charles always trusted his taste, however.
After dying at thirty-seven from heart disease,
Tang Feng couldn’t care less about what other
people thought of him now. A human was meant
to live freely, so seeing things from this angle,
Tang Feng enjoyed Charles’ carefree attitude.
“Please.” Fixing his tie, Charles courteously
reached out his hand to the other person.
Tang Feng generously gripped back, and the two
fine men walked down the stairs together. In a
second, most of the room’s gazes were fixed
upon them. This almost reminded him of his past
life, when he was a luminary chased after by the
media and fans alike.
Would he experience stage fright? Of course not.
He openly beamed a polite but naturally
charming smile.

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Die party was meer as 'n geval van 'n Persoonlike
Werklike party. Bywoningsyfer was nie die Hoë,
maar elke enkele gepaardgaande was en Status van
roem. Bekendes uit die Groep Tian Chen en
Su Vermaak Rondom flitted soos sosiale
vlinders, al hou Glase Champagne en
gesels oor ten einde hul sosiale Brei
Network. Wie weet, miskien sal hulle Vind 'n
welgestelde persoon wat sou belê in hulle.
Regtig Tang Feng het nie soos partye. Eerstens,
as gevolg van sy siekte, sy Hy kon Hou Nooit
Liquor goed, en tweedens, 'n glansryke partytjie is
eers voorkoms Diep; Binne-in die sou
heeltemal korrup deur gierigheid vir geld en
Power. Vir almal in hierdie deel van die samelewing, die gebruik van
partye om konneksies te maak het 'n Word
nodige vaardigheid.
Tang Feng sal nie verwerp die vereiste sosiale
byeenkomste. Daar was geen rede voorgee om te wees
al Noble en besige. Jy kan doen wat jy
wil, maar jy moet 'n Groep van betroubare
vriende, ten einde nie verdrink in die see van
Onbetroubare mense.
Die party is gehou hierdie tyd ter viering van die
samewerking tussen die Groep en Tian Chen
Su Vermaak. Die twee koppe was
ongetwyfeld in die Kollig, maar die een wat
gevang die meeste aandag was niemand anders as
Chen Ge, volgens gerugte Wie het 'n
intieme verhouding met beide van hierdie maatskappy
base. Chen Ge ernstig graag dra wit
pakke; selfs vir hierdie partytjie Hy het 'n hoë-set
Wit een, hom verlaat met 'n elegante gevoel
van 'n suiwer en ongerepte Lily.
Maar, is dit nie 'n bietjie Stark?
Elke keer as hy sien Ge Chen se bleek gesig wat ooreenstem
met sulke Plain kleure. , Tang Feng gevoel 'n drang om
te vra oor sy gesondheid. Ge Chen was 'n bietjie, maar Hy
het 'n tekort van die Gesonde Beauty van manlike sterkte.
"Is jy seker jy wil stap in daar hou my
Hand?" Tang Feng het sy wenkbroue.
Charles, wat ook 'n eienaar van spesies vir hierdie
party, op voorwaarde dat die. onthaalsaal. Natuurlik, Hy
het sy eie VIP Lounge. Reeds besit
aantreklike eienskappe wat uniek is tot gemengde bloods,
het Charles al hoe meer stunning in sy
Engelse-styl getup. As hy 'n Septer het, Charles
sou eerlik Lyk soos 'n koning.
"Ek geniet die gazes van bewondering en afguns van
ander," Charles geskandeer die man wat wil net
verander in 'n pak, die Swart en Navy
verbetering Tang Feng se natuurlike vibe van. adel.
die Custom maat uitrusting gewys het uit die man se
benydenswaardige raam, sy hele persoon wat 'n
vars, lewendig voel soos die reg van 'n lang verlore
Koninkryk.
Honestly, meer as Ge Chen, die een wat
na gejaag deur beide Lu Tian Chen en. su Qi
Cheng, Charles Tang Feng Voorwaar gevind meer
wenslik. Goed, miskien was dit 'n verskil in
tussen Westerlinge en Oosterlinge smaak?
Charles Trusted altyd sy smaak egter.
Na sterf aan hartsiektes by sewe en dertig,
Tang Feng kon nie minder omgee oor ander wat
mense gedink Hom nou. 'N Mens veronderstel was
om vrylik te woon, sodat die dinge te sien uit hierdie hoek,
Tang Feng geniet Carefree Houding Charles.
"Asseblief." Bevestiging sy das, Charles hoflik
sy hand uitgesteek om die ander persoon.
Tang Feng mildelik aangegryp terug, en die. twee
Fyn manne daardie met die trappies af Saam. In 'n
tweede, Die meeste van gazes die Kamer se vaste
oor hulle. Dit Hom herinner amper van sy verlede
lewe, 'n uitblinker toe Hy na is gejaag deur die
media en fans.
Ervaar plankenkoorts sou hy? Natuurlik nie.
Hy straal 'n beleefde, maar openlik Natuurlik
sjarmante glimlag.