Yang Yi clinked his glass with Zhao Pingxuan, but didn't drink, instead setting his glass down. Thinking about seeing Meng Xiao and Meng Xun at home that night, his heart was filled with a sour, bitter melancholy.
Zhao Pingxuan took a gulp of his drink, and the enchanting woman next to him refilled his glass with the bottle. He turned his head and slid a card from the table into her cleavage; she scolded him playfully but her eyes were drifting towards Yang Yi.
Amongst the privileged sons of rich families in Hai City, this Mr. Yang was a standout.
She had heard of him but had never truly seen him. Now that she finally met him, she found him indeed an outstanding nobleman.
Mr. Yang was quite different from Zhao Pingxuan sitting beside her. Zhao Pingxuan was fickle and flamboyant, requiring her to constantly cater to him and endure his occasional put-downs.
Although she was after his money, she occasionally would feel uncomfortable.