Chapter 30

He could tell.

He thought of the apple core Tang Mingxi had painstakingly carved and said flatly, "Can you peel an apple?"

The young man thought he had misheard. "Huh?" He looked up and met Ye Heng's dark, indifferent gaze. His face flushed, and he hurriedly took an apple from the fruit platter, lowering his head. "I can."

Before long, the apple had been cut into neat, evenly sized pieces and arranged on an exquisite plate.

But Ye Heng found it rather dull.

After golf, the group discussed going horseback riding, and Ye Heng accompanied them all.

The young man stood beside Ye Heng, much smaller in build. Seeing the others already clinging to wealthy businessmen's arms while he alone was still kept at a distance, he could no longer save face.

After all, among the people sent over by the company, he was the best-looking one.

The young man could not help asking, "May I ask if you find me unsuitable?"

Ye Heng said nothing. Unwilling to give up, the young man recalled some information he had heard and continued, "I heard Second Young Master Tang is spoiled and intolerant of others. Are you rejecting me because of him, President Ye?"

At last, Ye Heng stopped walking. The young man looked at his back, his heart beginning to race.

Then, in the next second, his racing heart froze solid, and his face went deathly pale.

He heard Ye Heng speak coldly, his tone as calm as if he were stating a fact:

"You think you're worthy?"

Breath Transfer

Those three words were extraordinarily lethal. After hearing them, the young man not only turned pale, but his body trembled faintly as well.

There was no hint of contempt or disdain in Ye Heng's tone, yet it was enough to make someone grit their teeth in fury.

Unfortunately, he did not dare act up. No matter how young Ye Heng was, he was still part of the Tang Family.

He was nothing like them, decorative playthings sent out to entertain others. With a mere flick of a finger, Ye Heng could destroy his entire acting career.

The young man lowered his head, suppressing his hurt as he obediently said, "I'm sorry."

Ye Heng did not look at him again, his gaze resting coldly on the distance.

On the way to the riding grounds, the young man kept his head lowered and listened to the big shots around him chat.

Ye Heng rarely spoke. His entire bearing was ice-cold, but whenever he did say something, he always struck right at the heart of the matter.

One of the people in charge of the Azure Luo Bay project said, "If I remember correctly, the owner of these stables is President Zhou. After we ride, we should pay President Zhou a proper visit."

The young man had vaguely heard that Rose Manor was the private domain of Zhou Wang, Ningcheng's financial tycoon. Because Zhou Wang enjoyed lively company, he opened the riding grounds to a small portion of the upper class. The requirements for membership were extremely high: aside from a million-yuan monthly membership fee, one also needed an introduction from someone of status.

Ordinary little celebrities like them would never normally come into contact with a place like this.

Not long after, they arrived before a stretch of neatly trimmed grass. It was pleasing to the eye at a glance, peaceful and comfortable.

Someone was already riding in the arena. From far away, they could only make out a vague silhouette.

The private riding grounds were divided into an inner and outer section. They stood in the outer section, while the rider was in the inner section.

It was not casually open to outsiders.

Someone asked the private steward leading the horses, "Is President Zhou at the riding grounds today as well?"

The steward took a look and said, "President Zhou's granddaughter came to the riding grounds with friends today."

President Zhou's granddaughter?

The young man looked over enviously. People like that were born at the peak ordinary people could never reach even after striving their entire lives.

The person in the inner arena seemed to have grown tired of riding. When he was still two or three hundred meters away from them, he dismounted in one smooth motion.

He removed his helmet, revealing a dazzlingly beautiful face.

The afternoon sunlight cast a halo around him, and even the dust in the air seemed to pause for him.

In an instant, a whole crowd swarmed around him. Some brought water, some took his riding crop, and some smiled ingratiatingly at him.

Why did this spectacle seem strangely familiar?

Ye Heng's gaze paused slightly.

"No wonder she's President Zhou's granddaughter," the young man could not help remarking.

With such a pampered young lady's entourage, it was as if she only lacked someone to feed her water.

Instead, when he turned around, he found that the expressions of the main Azure Luo Bay project leaders were somewhat off.

Zhou Wang was the father-in-law of Wang Zheng, the overall person in charge of Azure Luo Bay. His granddaughter was Wang Zheng's daughter.

They had seen Wang Min, the eldest daughter of Wang Group, several times at annual meetings. She was stunningly beautiful, noble and elegant, aloof beyond reach, and impossible to forget.

Yet at this moment, she was willingly standing beside the person who had dismounted, smiling as she handed him water!

Who exactly was that person?!

What was more, the person drinking frowned delicately, apparently disliking that brand of mineral water. Wang Min did not get angry. She held his riding clothes for him, looking thoroughly delighted.

The Azure Luo Bay project leaders looked as if they had seen a ghost, each expression more indescribable than the last.

This had to be an illusion. Otherwise, how could they be seeing Wang Min waiting on someone else?!

The young man finally snapped out of his daze at everyone's strange expressions. He looked up in surprise as that person approached, only then realizing that the one surrounded by attendants was a young man.

After only one glance, the young man found it hard to look away from his face. As someone who made a living off his looks, he was especially sensitive to appearances. He had always believed his own looks stood head and shoulders above the rest of the entertainment industry.

But standing before this young man now, he was utterly outclassed.

Whether in looks or temperament, he was far beyond his reach.

With the sun and moon at one's side, how could a pearl compete in brilliance?

After riding for so long, Tang Mingxi's waist was nearly broken. He instantly missed the joy of soaking in a temperature-controlled swimming pool.

In public, he could not directly rub his waist. It would damage the image of Tang Er, so he could only force himself to stay spirited and pretend nothing had happened.

Being handsome was exhausting :)

Being a dignified handsome man was even more exhausting :)

"Fuck." Wang Min froze for a moment. "Isn't that your husband?"

Tang Mingxi was about to say that such a beautiful woman ought not to have a mouth when he heard the latter half of Wang Min's sentence. He turned his head and met Ye Heng's gaze.

Then, incidentally, he saw the dainty young man standing at Ye Heng's side.

Very well :)

"Stay calm." Wang Min had clearly seen the young man beside Ye Heng too.

People like them, rich second-generation heirs, might not be good at much else, but spotting bitches and mistresses was etched into their DNA.

That man beside Ye Heng did not look like anything decent at first glance. He reeked of the entertainment scene.

Wang Min suddenly pressed a hand over Tang Mingxi's, afraid this spoiled young master would do something like whip the mistress with a riding crop right then and there.

"Don't get angry yet. There may be some misunderstanding. Why don't you go say hello to your husband first?"

"Do I have a husband?" Tang Mingxi said blandly. "Didn't my husband already die?"

"How should I say hello? Burn incense for him?"

Wang Min: ...

She got it. He was absolutely furious.

Tang Mingxi was not exactly angry. He simply felt a little humiliated.

Ye Heng was nominally his husband in their plastic marriage, after all. To cheat on him so openly during their marriage—where was Tang Er supposed to put his face?

After entering the changing room, the two groups ran into each other head-on.

Tang Mingxi ignored the various probing and astonished looks directed at him.

He snorted inwardly, pretending not to see Ye Heng as he lowered his head and began untying his shoelaces.

But the laces seemed determined to oppose him at that very moment. The more anxious he became, the less he could undo them, until he simply started pulling at them.

Until a shadow fell over him. Tang Mingxi did not look up, but he saw Ye Heng kneel on one knee before him and swiftly untie his shoelaces.