Chapter 102: Chapter 68 So Your Jiang is That Jiang!_3 Chapter 102: Chapter 68 So Your Jiang is That Jiang!_3 He was confident and fluent: “I’m fine, thank you, and you?” (A classic dialogue from elementary English textbooks in China.)

Yun Yuwan was laughed to the point she had to hold her forehead to suppress her laughter.

Meanwhile, Zhou Fei was choosing a gown for the ball at her home, her mood joyful and her steps light and springy.

Mother Zhou passed by the dressing room, holding a coffee cup, and teased, “Feifei, it seems like you’ve got spring fever.”

Mother Zhou had always known that Zhou Fei had a long-time crush on a senior, but she never imagined it would be the eldest son of Wen Bank. This revelation absolutely thrilled her. Recently, he had even persuaded Zhou Fei to return to the country and had given her a necklace, making her think that her daughter’s secret crush might become a reality.

Wen Bank, to be honest, was such a lofty family that one can only dream of climbing to their level.

Not to mention the young and handsome Wen Yangzhi, who even she had to greet with a smile; his presence alone was enough to make The Bund tremble thrice over.

Zhou Fei picked out an evening dress, her eyes shining with happiness, “Mom, what do you think about this one?”

“Look, as long as he likes you, whatever you wear will be fine,” Mother Zhou was bubbling with joy.

Zhou Fei blushed with embarrassment: “Mom!”

At the same moment, Yun Yuwan sat in the passenger seat of Jiang Yingyu’s sports car, rolling down the window for some air, which prompted Wen Yangzhi’s driver and bodyguard to chase after them frantically. A car without its overbearing boss was now comically engaged in a pursuit, mimicking that of a boss and his delicate wife.

Yun Yuwan even laughed with Jiang Yingyu, “The driver and bodyguard are chasing us from behind, this is the first time a man has chased after me so fiercely.”

Unexpectedly, she was ‘forcibly loved’ by the driver.

Jiang Yingyu glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his phoenix-like eyes thoughtful, “Has no one ever chased you like this?”

She was oblivious to any other meaning, simply leaning on the window and giggling, “Yeah.”

Jiang Yingyu watched her long hair fluttering in the wind like willow branches, soft and lush, unaware of his gaze upon her.

At the traffic light on the street corner, Jiang Yingyu stopped the car.

Yun Yuwan continued to hang out the window, and upon noticing the hustle and bustle in a Western-style house, she exclaimed in surprise, “Hey, the Jiang Family is hosting a ball.”

Jiang Yingyu glanced over and smiled lightly, “Yes, didn’t I mention it to you yesterday?”

She sensed something was off: “Wait a minute, by the Jiang Family I mean Jiang Jianqing’s family.”

Jiang Yingyu looked at her with a meaningful smile.

Yun Yuwan suddenly realized, pointing at the Jiang Family’s villa and then back at him in astonishment:

“So… the Jiang Family you’re talking about is your Jiang.”

Jiang Jianqing, Jiang Yingyu.

She then abruptly remembered something else: “So that means before…”

She didn’t finish her thought, but Jiang Yingyu understood that she had realized he was the one she was meant to be matched with.

Jiang Yingyu was fully aware that she was the partner his parents had chosen for him.

Yun Yuwan was overwhelmed with shock: “What a coincidence?”

Jiang Yingyu’s wrist rested on the steering wheel, his eyes smiling as he looked at her sideways: “So, are you interested in being my dance partner? I’m not a bad guy.”

Since it was the Jiang Family, it certainly wouldn’t be any shady place.

Yun Yuwan was surprised and delighted.

Yun Yuwan wanted to agree, but there was a problem: “But I haven’t prepared a dress or jewelry.”

His laugh was clear and bright, and his short hair caught the sunlight as the breeze blew: “Neither have I, let’s go pick out something now, and we can even choose a matching set, like when Ayase Eli and Sonoda Umi perform in coordinated outfits, right?”

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, “That’s true.”

But then she quickly had another thought: “That might not work so well, looking like a couple might not be a good idea because I have a boyfriend.”

Jiang Yingyu glanced at her ring, and his gaze was still warm and smiling when he met her eyes: “I guessed as much.”

She boldly extended her hand, seeking validation from others: “Isn’t it pretty? It’s shaped like a maple leaf. We first met under a maple tree, and he custom-made it.”

Jiang Yingyu’s smile had slightly faded, but he remained gentle: “It looks very thoughtful, and this shade of yellow diamond isn’t easy to find.”

Yun Yuwan was gleeful.

Of course, it was her brother who had specially found a maple leaf-colored stone for the Maple Leaf Ring.

Jiang Yingyu, however, kept looking at the ring on her hand.

It seemed her boyfriend had put a lot of thought into it.

When darkness surged at night, Yun Yuwan, dressed in a green velvet bustier gown, appeared before everyone, standing out against the dark green, her skin pure and white like porcelain milk, like a delicate doll.

Jiang Yingyu in black trousers and a white shirt, the most classic and straightforward combination made elegant by his stature and temperament, broad-shouldered and long-legged, with a refreshing air.

Jiang’s mother, seeing that Yun Yuwan came with Jiang Yingyu, was taken aback but then overjoyed, her face nearly creased with a hundred and eighty folds from her smile.

“Look at my son, he loves to surprise me, said he didn’t have a partner, but there, that girl is Wen Bank’s youngest daughter.”

The surrounding ladies all showed looks of envy and amazement.

Wen Bank’s youngest daughter!

The Jiang Family really had reached for the stars.

“I have to say, they’re quite a match.”

The younger girls felt awe: “This is my first time seeing the young miss of Wen Bank, there’s such a strong sense of distance.”

“Originally, I heard Yang Ni bullied her, but Wen himself stepped forward to back her up, claiming her as his foster daughter, but she is doted on even more than his own. Look at Yang Ni now, after so many years, still trailing after her.”

While in the inner hall tea room of the ball, Zhou Fei was reading an email from the Belgium steel company to Wen Yangzhi.

After listening, he looked at her with a nonchalant demeanor: “What are your thoughts?”

He was too good-looking, just focusing on her made her feel like he was in love with her.

Because such a beautiful man should be proud and aloof, not deigning to give anyone a second glance.

Once his gaze landed on you, it made you feel noticed, special in his eyes, as if it must be love, an illusion.

All the more so because he was Wen Yangzhi.

His surname was Wen, with Wen Bank holding assets over a trillion, an empire that could rival countries were he in ancient times.

Zhou Fei’s heart pounded in her chest, but his eyes, dark as obsidian, sparkled even more than the Tourmaline Necklace on her neck.