To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

Zhang Nan almost vomited blood when she saw Jiang Jinhuan hiding behind Zhao Wan'er and pulling on her clothes.

Zhao Wan'er did not stop Jiang Jin Huan from pulling her clothes in an intimate manner.

She glanced at Zhang Nan and said, "Zhang Nan, Jin Huan and I have known each other for a long time, we're friends, don't take it to heart!"

I don't know what she meant by being overly suspicious.

But Zhang Nan was still very unhappy.

Zhang Nan forced a smile and said, "How could that be?"

Zhao Wan'er nodded slightly.

Zhang Nan then said, "I just hope someone understands their place and doesn't try to have their cake and eat it too!"

Zhao Wan'er raised an eyebrow.

Zhang Nan dared not openly discuss the relationship between Jiang Jinhuan and Chen Lingshuang.

He was afraid that Jiang Jinhuan would expose his shameful deeds in a fit of rage.

He'll be the one who dies in the end, since he's the one who stole the meal and the money for the meal card that Chen Ling Shuang was supposed to give to Jiang Jin Huan!

Jiang Jin Huan, however, seemed not to hear Zhang Nan's sarcastic remarks.

He turned slightly to the side, his arm naturally resting on the back of the chair behind Zhao Wan'er, and then leaned forward towards her.

This distance far exceeds the relatively safe social distance, and this action, no matter how you look at it, carries a hint of transgression.

However, Zhao Wan'er showed no intention of avoiding the situation and even tacitly approved of Jiang Jinhuan's actions.

Jiang Jinhuan gave Zhang Nan a provocative look, then said to Zhao Wan'er, "Sister Wan'er, the lighting is great tonight, how about a dance?"

I don't know when it started, but Jiang Jinhuan changed his address from Miss Zhao to Sister Wan'er.

The entire room fell silent for a moment because of his words.

Everyone knows that Zhao Wan'er's rule at banquets is that she never dances with men.

Occasionally, some arrogant and talented young men would come forward to invite him, but without exception, they would be politely and distantly rejected.

The only ones who could dance with her were Zhao Wan'er's sisters, such as Song Qingci and Ji Xiaoya.

"Jiang Jinhuan! That's enough!" Zhang Nan finally couldn't hold back any longer, stepping forward to grab Jiang Jinhuan's arm. "Miss Zhao doesn't like dancing, don't cause trouble here!"

Jiang Jinhuan had no intention of getting Zhao Wan'er to agree, so he looked at her with deep affection.

Zhang Nan clenched his fist, then sneered; he had done his research.

Knowing Zhao Wan'er's preferences, Zhao Wan'er had never danced with any man in public.

He wanted to see what Jiang Jin Huan's expression would be after he was rejected and humiliated.

At this moment, not only Zhang Nan, but everyone else around her looked at Zhao Wan'er.

"Okay!" Zhao Wan'er said softly, but she agreed.

She placed the wine glass on the waiter's tray and extended her hand to Jiang Jinhuan.

The entire banquet hall seemed to have been put on pause.

Zhang Nan's face turned from ashen to deathly pale in an instant.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat felt blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The business luminaries around them exchanged shocked glances.

Zhao Wan'er, the Zhao Wan'er who never dances with men, actually agreed? And she agreed so readily?

Jiang Jinhuan was also somewhat surprised, not expecting Zhao Wan'er to agree.

This doesn't match his impression of Zhao Wan'er.

Jiang Jinhuan mechanically reached out and grasped Zhao Wan'er's hand, feeling her grip tighten on his hand.

Jiang Jinhuan snapped out of his daze. Dancing was a normal form of social interaction, and the other party's agreement didn't necessarily mean anything.

Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved.

He pulled Zhao Wan'er towards the dance floor, and as they passed Zhang Nan, he whispered, "Zhang Nan, I can do that too, even steal someone else's thunder!"

His purpose in coming here was to disgust Zhang Nan, and it seems to be working well!

He led Zhao Wan'er into the dance floor, placing his right hand on her slender waist.

The music started playing; it was a soothing waltz.

Zhao Wan'er placed her hand on his shoulder, and the distance between them instantly shrank to the point where they could hear each other's breaths.

She smelled a faint woody scent on him, mixed with a hint of crisp alcohol; it wasn't strong, but it smelled surprisingly pleasant.

"You did this on purpose." Zhao Wan'er tilted her head slightly to look at him, her tone calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. "You came here today just to spite Zhang Nan."

Jiang Jinhuan looked down at her, his smile unwavering: "You figured it out?"

"I'm not blind." Zhao Wan'er turned with his steps. "His face was almost green, how could I not see it?"

But he's my savior, so I hope you won't go too far!

Jiang Jinhuan chuckled softly and led her around the dance floor.

Randomly, a hint of realization flickered in his eyes. No wonder Zhao Wan'er had suddenly made contact with Zhang Nan.

It turned out that Zhao Wan'er had mistaken the person who saved her for Zhang Nan.

And that bastard Zhang Nan actually took credit for his work!

His gaze passed over Zhao Wan'er's shoulder and landed on Zhang Nan, who was standing at the edge of the dance floor.

Zhang Nan was staring intently at them, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white.

Jiang Jinhuan's mind raced, and his hand, which was on Zhao Wan'er's waist, slid down to her buttocks. His fingers brushed against that small patch of waistline through the thin wine-red silk fabric, a gesture that was excessively intimate.

This move wasn't considered impolite on the dance floor, but considering Zhao Wan'er's usual style and their status tonight, it was quite bold.

Zhang Nan's face turned completely dark.

He took a step forward, as if he were about to rush onto the dance floor, but then he stood still.

Even Zhao Wan'er didn't refuse; going out on my own would only make me look worse!

Zhao Wan'er was led around by Jiang Jinhuan and felt his hand placed in that spot.

Her brow twitched slightly, but she neither looked away nor reprimanded him; she simply glanced at him.

His eyes held a hint of scrutiny, a hint of curiosity, and a hint of indulgence.

Jiang Jinhuan was stunned for a moment.

Having studied psychology, he still noticed this emotion, but why?

His intention was to provoke Zhang Nan.

He deliberately acted intimately with Zhao Wan'er in front of Zhang Nan, intending to make Zhang Nan lose control.

To his surprise, Zhao Wan'er showed no aversion to his intimate contact.

Even as he tried to pull away slightly, her hand on his shoulder tightened a little.

This has stumped Jiang Jin Huan!

As the music drew to a close and the last note fell, he gently pushed Zhao Wan'er out and then pulled her back.

His other hand was firmly on her waist, and the two of them were so close that they could see the light reflected in each other's eyes.

Jiang Jin Huan deliberately didn't let go in order to spite Zhang Nan.

His hand remained there, and he believed that Zhao Wan'er could clearly feel the warmth of his palm!

Zhao Wan'er's eyes flickered, and her breathing became slightly rapid; it was unclear what she was thinking.

He and Zhao Wan'er once again became the focus of the entire event.

Mr. Wang, standing nearby, chuckled and said, "I knew I wasn't wrong. Mr. Zhao treats Jiang Jinhuan differently; the way he looks at him is different from how he treats others!"