Bai Ye casually took a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray, swaggered over to a sofa along the side of the banquet hall, and sat down.
He crossed one leg over the other, holding a cigar in one hand draped over the back of the sofa, while the other held a stemmed glass. The amber liquid swayed gently within.
To him, getting to know that trash was less worthwhile than watching the dancing.
Several dancers twirled gracefully in the central area. Their wide sleeves fluttered like drifting fireflies, their slender waists turning lightly like willows bending in the wind.
Their steps subtly matched the rise and fall of the zither. At the high notes, they rose onto their toes and spun, flinging their water sleeves into the air like rolling clouds; at the low notes, they lowered their waists and twisted, their skirts spreading like lotuses blooming in the dark.
It had to be said that the people of Myriad Wealth Capital knew how to enjoy themselves better than those of Apocalypse. Beneath the luxury lay a hint of elegance.
Beautiful music and enchanting women combined to form a scene that bloomed solely for high society.
As Bai Ye admired the view, little did he know that he had become a sight in someone else's eyes as well.
Beside a corridor pillar some distance away, Madam Cheng's plump body was half concealed behind the column. She peeked out slightly, her gaze seeming magnetically drawn to the figure in the silver suit. Her heart skipped a beat!
A man's wildness could sometimes provoke hostility from other men, yet it held a fatal attraction for certain women.
At that moment, Bai Ye perfectly embodied the words "wicked, charming, and unruly" in Madam Cheng's eyes.
That tall figure sitting with his legs