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Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Dew Has Yet to Dry
At the front parking lot of Baili Palace, luxury cars were gathered in abundance. As Junxi stepped out of the car, she was greeted by a chorus of light, cheerful laughter filled with pleasantries.
Indeed, any woman fortunate enough to attend such an event had to be quite charming. Zhou Xuanyu was probably the only one who appeared so careless when choosing a companion.
Was it just because she could dance?
She had only taken a few steps in the dance floor; who couldn't do that? But to network for a man, not every woman possessed that skill—at least, she did not.
The hall was bustling with people, and the laughter and chatter grew louder.
Junxi stayed close to Zhou Xuanyu's side, cautiously observing. In fact, she had often attended such events with her mother ten years ago. Back then, despite her young age, she exuded the aura of a true socialite. Now, however, she felt completely out of place.
As if sensing her unease, Zhou Xuanyu suddenly stopped at the entrance.
"What's wrong?" Junxi looked up at him.
He bent his arm slightly.
"Aren't you going to take my arm?"
Junxi felt her cheeks flush, her hand twisting nervously on her long dress, unsure whether to reach out or not.
"Hmm?" he urged.
She lowered her head, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she subtly wrapped her wrist around his arm.
Zhou Xuanyu's gaze swept over the faint scar on her wrist, which had already scabbed over and would likely fade soon. Yet, seeing it made his heart tremble.
Junxi noticed his gaze and instinctively shrank her wrist, wanting to hide the unsightly scar. But as she moved, Zhou Xuanyu gently grasped her hand, pulling her wrist inward and tightening his embrace.
"Let's go inside. It will get crowded soon, so stay close to me."
"Okay." She nodded. Just the strength of Zhou Xuanyu's arm was enough to make her feel secure.
With Zhou Xuanyu's entrance, the crowd that had scattered like celestial bodies suddenly found a center. People began to gather around, encircling Zhou Xuanyu and Junxi.
Most of the men were there to inquire about how well Zhou Xuanyu was adapting to the management of Hengfu Group, while nearly all the women were drawn in by his striking appearance. They expressed their admiration for him in lavish terms. Occasionally, someone would shift their attention to Junxi.
"Who is this beauty beside Mr. Zhou?"
"She is my translator."
"Even the translator is so stunning; Hengfu Group truly has an abundance of talent."
Similar lines echoed from the entrance all the way to the Inner Hall. Junxi simply smiled politely, leaving everything to Zhou Xuanyu to handle. He was patient and clever, able to turn the same question into a variety of answers that left both men and women laughing heartily.
He truly was an impressive figure.
The closer she got, the more remarkable he seemed.
On the podium of the Inner Hall, the staff were making final adjustments to the microphones.
As Junxi looked up, she spotted the Infant Water Spirit sitting nearby.
The Infant Water Spirit had clearly noticed them long ago, her icy gaze fixed on Junxi without blinking.
Junxi shivered, suddenly feeling a sense of guilt as if she had encroached on someone else's territory. She glanced at Zhou Xuanyu, who was still focused on "countering the enemy," completely unaware that the situation was escalating around them.
After staring at Zhou Xuanyu for so long without any response from him, the Infant Water Spirit finally lost her patience and walked over to them.
Junxi wisely released Zhou Xuanyu's arm.
"I'm going out for some air," she said.
Zhou Xuanyu's gaze flickered as he pulled her hand back, seemingly wanting to say something.
"Xuan Yu." The Infant Water Spirit stood confidently before them, her high heels clicking assertively against the floor.
Zhou Xuan immediately understood Junxi's intention and let go of her hand.
"Don't wander too far; I'll come find you later."
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