Another stunning beauty appeared beside the million-yuan grand piano.
Many in the hall recognized Mu Wanzhou and turned their heads to watch.
Unlike Bai Luo, who needed a long prelude, Mu Wanzhou sat down and immediately began to play.
The elegant and flowing notes rang out. Her performance was like a living painting—each note danced at her fingertips, the melody echoing through the air and pulling people into a trance.
When the piece ended, the hall erupted in applause.
“CEO Mu, that was amazing! Like a voice from the heavens—I was completely entranced.”
“Who would’ve thought CEO Mu had such talent? What a delightful surprise!”
“Truly someone raised by the Mu family—sharp in business, yet also skilled in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting.”
Compliments flooded in from all sides, reaching Mu Wanzhou’s ears.
She smiled faintly, lifted the hem of her dress, crossed her feet, and gave a graceful curtsy. “Thank you for the kind words, everyone.”
But the praise she truly cared about was Jiang Yan’s.
Jiang Yan’s eyes did indeed flash with admiration, but he hadn’t forgotten how dangerous Mu Wanzhou could be.
He clapped twice and said, “CEO Mu’s skill is extraordinary.”
“Hmm?” Mu Wanzhou tilted her head. “That’s it?”
After a pause, he added, “It was nice.”
“…”
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Once the performance ended, Bai Luo’s face turned utterly sour.
He had just wanted to show off in front of Yu Youwei, but someone else had slapped his pride in public.
He could tell—whether in fundamentals or talent—Mu Wanzhou was leagues ahead.
And after her performance, the thunderous applause made his own act look like a complete joke.
Infuriating! Absolutely humiliating!
His arrogant pride was crushed.
Yu Youwei didn’t look any better.
Mu Wanzhou’s performance pierced her heart—especially the way she walked over and cozied up to Jiang Yan. It was as if she were putting their relationship on full display.
Yu Youwei’s chest tightened, a sharp pain stabbing through her heart.
Neither of them enjoyed the rest of the meal. By the time it was barely ten o’clock, they left Yunjin Pavilion in a hurry.
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“Junior, you’re drunk,” Mu Wanzhou said with a smile as she looked at Jiang Yan. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Jiang Yan sat slouched, head drooped, back resting weakly against the chair, his eyes blank and unfocused—he looked completely drunk.
Who would’ve thought that Jiang Yan, when drunk, didn’t act out or throw tantrums like most people? Instead, he sat there silently, dazed.
Mu Wanzhou couldn’t help but think, so cute.
Such an obedient junior.
She suddenly felt the urge to tease.
She got up and walked over to Jiang Yan’s side, swaying her hips as she bent down and reached for him.
As her waist dipped lower, the curve of her cleavage deepened. Her strapless evening gown couldn’t conceal her fullness.
Sensing something, Jiang Yan slowly lifted his head. His gaze was still unfocused, but the word he muttered froze Mu Wanzhou.
“Weiwei?”
Mu Wanzhou paused. Her hand, initially reaching down, slid upward to his collar instead. As she adjusted his collar casually, she replied, “Junior’s so drunk, he can’t even recognize who’s right in front of him.”
At this moment, Jiang Yan couldn’t help but praise himself inwardly.
What a performance.
For his first time acting, he was pulling off an award-worthy display.
Though he kept his head down, he could feel how close the woman was—so close he could sense the rise and fall of her breath against his chest.
The temptation was overwhelming. Even he started to waver.
But he clenched his jaw and endured.
Hearing Mu Wanzhou’s words, his previously dazed eyes regained some clarity.
Jiang Yan finally saw the person in front of him clearly. He leaned back, putting some distance between them, and said seriously, “CEO Mu.”
“Looks like I really am drunk. I’m afraid I can’t drink anymore tonight. It’s getting late—let’s find another time to drink and talk.”
With that, Jiang Yan supported himself against the back of the chair and stood up.
The table was cluttered with so many empty bottles, it was hard to count.
Red wine was fine, but later on Mu Wanzhou had even brought out a bottle of Maotai—mixing it with white liquor. That was deadly.
Jiang Yan had drunk about two-thirds of all that, and even with his strong tolerance, he couldn’t last.
Thankfully, he had the foresight to pretend to be drunk and avoided drinking the last few rounds Mu Wanzhou had pushed.
Mu Wanzhou had also drunk quite a bit, but she was clearly holding it better. Her face and neck were slightly flushed, but she was still composed.
Jiang Yan couldn’t help but sigh internally—this woman was terrifying.
The clock on the wall pointed to 11:30. There were just 30 minutes left before the restaurant closed.
The hall at Yunjin Pavilion was nearly empty now—just a few guests still remained.
Jiang Yan stood up, still pretending to be out of it. He staggered a bit and tried to walk out. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Seeing his wobbly steps, Mu Wanzhou wasn’t annoyed. Instead, she stepped forward to support him.
“Careful, junior. You’re walking unsteadily.”
She wrapped her arm around his, intentionally pressing herself against him. Just a slight tilt of her head would expose everything her dress struggled to contain.
Mu Wanzhou wasn’t just a stunning beauty—her figure was flawless. At 171 cm, she was slender where she should be and curvy where it counted—fuller than Yu Youwei in every way.
“Let me help you walk. I already called for a driver—they’ll be here soon.”
“Mhm…”
Feeling the soft pressure against his arm, Jiang Yan went numb.
He had no experience with this kind of thing. It was the first time a woman’s softest parts were pressed so close.
Yes, even when he was dating Yu Youwei, the most intimate they’d ever been was holding hands and the occasional hug.
Not that he had any issues physically—he was perfectly normal.
But every time things looked like they might progress, Yu Youwei had always coldly rejected him.
Eventually, they made it to the parking area.
They had both driven themselves.
Jiang Yan’s car was a modest black business sedan, worth about 1 million yuan—nothing fancy compared to the high-end rides of other tycoons.
The driver hadn’t arrived yet.
They stood beside his car, waiting.
Jiang Yan subtly stepped back, trying to widen the distance.
But Mu Wanzhou followed immediately, not only closing the gap but deliberately puffing her chest out. The softness, squished and reshaped, pressed firmly against Jiang Yan’s arm.
Until finally, his back hit the car door—he had no room left to retreat.
Jiang Yan sighed inwardly. He wanted to break away, but he couldn’t pull away too forcefully.
Dealing with a crazy and domineering woman like Mu Wanzhou required tact. As long as it didn’t involve core interests, he would try to go along with her.
“CEO Mu, I’ll go wait… in the car first…”
As he spoke, he leaned his body back, one hand pressing against the hood, trying to use the last bit of space to escape.
But to his surprise, Mu Wanzhou suddenly grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward.
His balance was broken.
Jiang Yan, caught off guard, fell back against the car door—
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