You tricked me into raising your son? You'll divorce me and become my aunt.

On the other side of the banquet hall.

Jin Xiuhan was dressed in a pure black handmade haute couture suit, the simple and neat cut highlighting his tall and slender figure.

The man had deep, cold features, sharp and distinct facial lines, and dark, calm eyes that remained undisturbed.

Having held a high position for many years, he has developed an innate sense of nobility and authority. Even when he is just standing quietly in a crowd, he exudes an aura that keeps people at a distance.

He Yuchuan, standing beside him, had a completely different demeanor.

Both being noble young masters from wealthy families, He Yuchuan's eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of casual laziness, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, suggesting he had a penchant for watching the excitement.

"I didn't expect this party to be so lively," He Yuchuan said with a smile.

They both witnessed the argument between Fu Tingchen and Gu Mingzhou.

He Yuchuan tilted his head slightly and said to Jin Xiuhan, "It's your nephew's gossip again. Interesting, it's getting more and more exciting."

"Interesting, Ruan Ning is actually Gu Mingzhou's female companion." He Yuchuan raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on the three people facing off in the middle of the room.

"Gu Mingzhou doesn't seem like the type to get involved in these love dramas. He actually stepped in to stop Fu Tingchen today. It seems he and Ruan Ning have quite a relationship. This show is much more interesting than those hypocritical business pleasantries."

He Yuchuan watched with great interest.

In contrast, Jin Xiuhan beside him remained calm and composed throughout.

His gaze swept indifferently over the three people locked in a stalemate, then quickly returned to his own, his voice magnetic and cool: "What's so interesting?"

He Yuchuan was already used to his indifferent demeanor.

Many socialites and heiresses present frequently turned their attention to Jin Xiuhan.

He Yuchuan noticed, smiled, and said nothing.

This kind of scene is nothing new.

The Jin family has deep roots and is firmly established at the top of Haicheng's elite families. Jin Xiuhan, as the head of the Jin Group, is a top-tier nobleman in Haicheng, and people dare not easily provoke him.

But some people still harbored a glimmer of hope.

For example, right now, a woman wearing a champagne-colored haute couture strapless dress took a deep breath, held a glass of champagne, and slowly walked towards Jin Xiuhan.

The woman is a well-known heiress in the industry; she is beautiful and has exquisite makeup.

Knowing that Jin Xiuhan would be attending today's party, she came specifically for him.

However, the party was already halfway over, and she still didn't dare to go up and strike up a conversation.

Encouraged by her friend, she hesitated for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to walk up to Jin Xiuhan.

The woman's eyes held a mixture of cautious admiration and trepidation. "Mr. Jin."

Her voice was soft and gentle: "We've never had a chance to get to know each other formally. I wonder if I could have the honor of becoming friends with you tonight?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman looked up at the man in front of her, anxiously awaiting his response.

Jin Xiuhan's gaze fell on her indifferently, his eyes cold. "Sorry."

Without any euphemisms, the two simple and straightforward words were the most direct rejection.

The woman's carefully maintained gentle smile froze instantly, her expectations were dashed, and she looked embarrassed and awkward.

She stood frozen in place, caught between a rock and a hard place. Her fingers tightened slightly, and she unconsciously increased the grip on the champagne glass. For a moment, she didn't know whether to turn around and leave or continue to speak to ease the tension.

The scene instantly fell into a subtly awkward state.

Having seen this kind of scene before, He Yuchuan stepped forward to smooth things over and help the woman out of her embarrassment.

"Don't take it to heart." He said gently, "He's not targeting you, nor is it because you're not good enough. Jin Xiuhan is not interested in any women and never gives anyone a chance."

These words were meant to comfort the woman, to make her understand that it wasn't her fault, but rather that Jin Xiuhan was simply unapproachable.

But to a woman, the meaning is completely different.

She was initially just feeling disappointed and embarrassed, but after hearing He Yuchuan's words, her expression became very subtle.

He's not interested in any women?

That's a very thought-provoking statement.

She subconsciously looked up and quietly observed the man beside her with his superior features and indifferent expression.

A moment later, the woman forced a stiff smile, said in a low voice, "Sorry to bother you," and then hurriedly turned around and disappeared into the crowd with her wine glass in hand.

Watching the woman's hurried departure, He Yuchuan shook his head helplessly and turned to look at the indifferent man beside him.

"Can't you be a little more tactful? Don't be so blunt when rejecting a girl; it can hurt her feelings."

Upon hearing this, Jin Xiuhan didn't even lift his eyelids: "There's no need."

He never gives others hope; a clean and decisive rejection is the most direct and effective approach.

He Yuchuan could only shrug helplessly and turn his gaze back to the center of the banquet hall, wanting to continue watching the drama unfold, only to find that the main characters had all left.

The party ended, and the guests left one by one.

The hotel's outdoor parking lot was shrouded in darkness.

Ruan Ning and Gu Mingzhou prepared to leave.

Fu Tingchen walked up to Ruan Ning and stopped her.

The man exuded a heavy, oppressive aura, and a deep gloom swirled in his eyes. "Come home with me."

Ruan Ning stood still, looking coldly at Fu Tingchen. "I'm not going back."

Fu Tingchen's eyes darkened, and the pressure around him instantly dropped. He raised his hand to grab her wrist and forcibly take her away.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch Ruan Ning, a tall figure stepped forward and blocked the two of them.

Gu Mingzhou stepped in front of Ruan Ning, "President Fu."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the few remaining guests who had not yet completely left.

"Many senior figures and colleagues in the industry are still around. Are you forcing Ruan Ning to go back with you now so that everyone knows that you, Fu Tingchen, have a wife at home, yet you openly and ostentatiously bring another woman to the party?"

Fu Tingchen has always been very concerned about his reputation and values ​​it the most.

His attendance at the party with Bai Xinyao tonight had already sparked a lot of private gossip.

If he were to confront Ruan Ning in front of everyone now, and someone were to seize upon his weakness and spread it around, his scandal would be the talk of the entire high society in Haicheng tomorrow.

This will not only damage his reputation, but also affect the reputation and cooperation of the Fu Group.

Gu Mingzhou continued, "If you insist on doing so, I don't mind explaining to the seniors and the media what you did tonight in detail."

Fu Tingchen froze in mid-air, his pupils contracted slightly, and his eyes surged with anger and resentment, clearly indicating that he was furious.

But he dared not move an inch further.

Gu Mingzhou was telling the truth, and it was also his biggest concern.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Ruan Ning reached out and opened the back door, then bent down and sat inside.

Gu Mingzhou also turned around and got into the car.

The black sedan started moving, slowly drove away from the hotel, and merged into the nighttime traffic.

The car drove further and further away, its taillights gradually dimming until they finally disappeared into the vast night.

Fu Tingchen stood rooted to the spot, his dark eyes filled with gloom, his face frighteningly black, and the air around him seemed to be frozen.