Chapter 7: The Unignorable Arrogance

Swish, Li Qiyu's hand moved and the knife dropped, plunging a silver pastry knife into the strawberry sauce.

She stirred the sauce, licking the knife like a wildcat.

The socialites' faces turned ashen, scattering in disarray.

In the distance, Bo Yeyuan held a Champagne goblet, the corners of his mouth curling into a chill.

This woman, having become wild and ruthless, surprised him greatly!

"Brother, that was quite a show,"

Wearing the mask of the Thief Jeanne, the Second Young Master Bo, who was hunting for beauty among the women, swayed his goblet with a wicked smile.

Usually at banquets, it only took him ten minutes to get the most beautiful woman in his grasp.

No matter if she was newlywed or a charming young matron.

Once Bo Yexun had his eyes on her, none had ever slipped through his fingers.

But tonight—

Li Qiyu shone with a pride that was impossible to ignore.

She was already extremely beautiful, and with just a bit of dressing up, she was dazzling and extraordinary...

Bo Yeyuan's cold aura spread, and a restless feeling rose in his heart...

He had been willing to let Li Qiyu be doted on by Bo Yexun; the brothers always shared everything, making no distinction between each other.

Li Qiyu enjoyed the leisure, lazily lying on the sofa, nibbling on pastries, savoring tea.

Until a man's hand clamped onto her arm and yanked her into his embrace—

Bo Yeyuan inexplicably furious, "Have you flaunted yourself enough? Do you understand where you are!"

Li Qiyu: "..."

"Who taught you to seduce men? In such a short time, you've made quite the progress!" Bo Yeyuan exerted force, gripping her hand tightly!

Damn, what had she done? What did he mean by flaunting herself?

"Did I seduce you?" Li Qiyu extended her hand, her nails gently scratching across the man's handsome face as she mischievously smirked.

"..."

Bo Yeyuan, with a taut cold face, burst into scornful laughter, "It's been two years, you've knelt on the ground begging me, and I haven't touched you."

Li Qiyu's pride was insulted, grabbing Bo Yeyuan's fingers, her smile cold as summer ice cream, "Oh? What if I make you regret it..."