At this moment, Ling Qingya and Fang Yan’s faces changed upon hearing Chen Baoshan’s words, as a look of shock flashed across their eyes while they gazed at Ye Luo. Especially Fang Yan, who appeared extremely displeased, his face dark and gloomy as he swept his gaze over Ye Luo.

"This... Mr. Chen, let’s forget about it, I won’t waste your treasured red wine."

Ye Luo spoke with a somewhat unnatural expression.

Damn it, he didn’t understand the first thing about red wine. The knowledge he had just spouted was nothing but a training he received from Luo Jingxuan beforehand, which was why he could articulate it so smoothly.

To him, red wine was no different from plain water, just with a bit of flavor. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gulped down that wine in one go. For someone like him to drink a 1986 vintage wine would be a total waste.

However, Chen Baoshan was naturally unaware of all this and looked at Ye Luo with a chuckle, saying, "Don’t be so polite. You saved my life in the mall last time, and I haven’t properly thanked you yet. Come over to my place sometime, and we can share our thoughts about red wine."

Hearing Chen Baoshan’s words, Ye Luo displayed remarkable composure, nodding with a smile. In this situation, especially in front of Ling Qingya, the image he had just established couldn’t crumble, so he simply nodded and agreed.

"Sure, I have a few friends to talk to. We’ll chat later."

Chen Baoshan smiled at Ye Luo and turned to leave, paying no attention to Ling Qingya and Fang Yan from beginning to end.

And with Chen Baoshan’s departure, many around who had hoped to seize the opportunity to network with the big shot now had their eyes on Ye Luo, their expressions filled with shock.

Clearly, they had not expected this dignified Mr. Chen to know Ye Luo, the good-for-nothing heir of a fallen family, and to look so friendly with him. They all gained a new understanding of Ye Luo in an instant.

"Do you still think I’m a liar now, or perhaps you think Mr. Chen and I are both lying?"

Ye Luo’s eyes shifted back toward Fang Yan, revealing a proud expression, somewhat showy.

"Hmph!"

Fang Yan coldly snorted.

Ling Qingya’s eyes, however, flashed with a hint of doubt as she looked at Ye Luo, since his behavior had caught her off guard.

Previously, in Ling Qingya’s eyes, Ye Luo was nothing but an ignorant, useless young master. His recent actions were somewhat surprising to her.

Just then, music filled the banquet hall, lights flashed on, and the center of the room instantly transformed into a dance floor. Many couples began selecting partners and dancing gracefully to the music.

"Qingya, may I have the pleasure of this dance with you?"

Fang Yan’s face once again wore a smile, his gaze deep and tender as he elegantly extended his right hand toward Ling Qingya, his eyes filled with expectation.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Fang. I don’t want to dance."

Ling Qingya’s face was marked with a hint of coldness as she spoke directly to Fang Yan, her voice carrying a touch of indifference.

"Well, okay then..."

Fang Yan’s face turned somewhat awkward at the moment.

"Tsk, feeling awkward now, aren’t you? Didn’t you think, Qingya is my fiancée. How could she possibly dance with you? Qingya, let’s go have a dance together," Ye Luo said, a smile playing on his lips as he looked directly at Ling Qingya.

"No..."

"No need to say more, just dance, right?"

Ye Luo cut her off, grabbing Ling Qingya’s hand and heading toward the dance floor.

By the time Ling Qingya realized what was happening, the two of them were already at the center of the dance floor, surrounded by other dancing couples.

"You..."

Ling Qingya’s expression changed as her eyes fixed on Ye Luo.

"Come on, you are my fiancée, it shouldn’t be too much to ask you for a dance," he said to Ling Qingya, with a faint look, taking her hand in his and wrapping his other arm around Ling Qingya’s soft and slender waist. He immediately started dancing to the music with her.

At that moment, even if Ling Qingya didn’t want to dance, she had to, considering so many people were watching.

However, Ling Qingya’s face was etched with coldness, radiating a sharp chill even colder than Yang Bingning’s, that look in her eyes, that aura, was enough to make any man back away, of course, that didn’t include Ye Luo.

Facing Ling Qingya’s cold and domineering gaze, he simply smiled and held her waist as they began to waltz to the music.

Although he had only practiced for a few days, Ye Luo indeed demonstrated his prodigious ability and had completely mastered the dance. Naturally, as the young lady of the Ling Family, Ling Qingya knew how to dance as well.

The two moved their bodies on the ballroom’s central stage, but their movements seemed somewhat stiff and awkward together.

Meanwhile, Fang Yan’s eyes were flickering with an extremely cold light as he watched Ye Luo, his fists clenching so tightly they made crunching noises.

At the end of the song, Ling Qingya immediately separated from Ye Luo and walked away with a cold and indifferent face.

Ye Luo returned to the four ladies with a hint of a smile on his lips.

At that moment, Nie Wenling and Liu Xiner both looked at Ye Luo with strange expressions on their faces.

"Why do you two look so weird?" Ye Luo asked, surprised by the expressions of the two girls.

"How does it feel dancing with your fiancée? Nice, isn’t it?" Nie Wenling curled her lips and snorted with pride.

"Hmm, indeed it’s nice, just a bit cold, and taking her down might be a bit difficult, the revolution is not yet a success, and the effort must continue," Ye Luo said with a sigh.

"Big Brother Ye, don’t you like my sister anymore?" Liu Xiner asked coquettishly as she clung to Ye Luo’s shoulder.

"Of course I like your beautiful sister, marrying her would be meeting the standard of a virtuous and gentle lady," Ye Luo said with a mischievous smile.

"You really are a heartbreaker, aren’t you? Always wanting what’s in the pot while eating from the bowl," Nie Wenling said with a look of disdain towards Ye Luo.

"You are mistaken, I want what’s in both the bowl and the pot; not to eat would be such a waste, wouldn’t you agree, beautiful sister?" Ye Luo said, wearing a roguish smile, turning his gaze toward Liu Shiyun, whose fair and smooth face turned slightly red without a word in reply.

In the distance, Ling Qingya’s gaze lingered on Ye Luo and the four women by his side, her eyes flashing with an unusual color.

"Qingya, you see what I mean? This guy is nothing but a playboy, surrounded by so many women; he’s just not right for you," Fang Yan walked up to Ling Qingya and said.

"Thank you, but I’ll handle my own matters without needing Fang Yan’s intervention," Ling Qingya said coldly, sipping her glass of red wine, exuding a powerful aura.