The party was more of a personal event than an
actual party. The attendance rate wasn’t high,
but every single attendant was of status and
fame. Celebrities from the Tian Chen Group and
Su Entertainment flitted around like social
butterflies, all holding glasses of champagne and
chatting about in order to expand their social
network. Who knows, maybe they’ll find a
wealthy person who would invest in them.
Tang Feng didn’t really like parties. First,
because of his illness, he could never hold his
liquor well, and, second, a glamorous party is
only appearance deep; the inside would be
completely corrupted by greed for money and
power. For everyone in this part of society, using
parties to make connections had become a
necessary skill.
Tang Feng wouldn’t reject the required social
meetings. There was no need pretending to be
all noble and virtuous. You could do what you
want, but you need a group of trustworthy
friends, so as to not drown in the sea of
untrustworthy people.
The party this time was held in celebration of the
collaboration between the Tian Chen Group and
Su Entertainment. The two heads were
undoubtedly in the spotlight, but the one who
caught the most attention was none other than
Ge Chen, who according to rumors had an
intimate relationship with both of these company
bosses. Ge Chen seriously liked wearing white
suits; even for this party he wore a high-set
white one, leaving him with an elegant feeling
that of a pure and untainted lily.
But, isn’t it a bit stark?
Every time he saw Ge Chen’s pale face matched
with such plain colors, Tang Feng felt an urge to
ask about his health. Ge Chen was pretty, but he
lacked the healthy beauty of male strength.
“You sure you want to walk in there holding my
hand?” Tang Feng raised his eyebrow.
Charles, who was also an owner of sorts for this
party, provided the reception venue. Naturally, he
had his own VIP lounge. Already possessing
handsome features unique to mixed bloods,
Charles looked all the more stunning in his
English-styled getup. If he had a scepter, Charles
would honestly look like a king.
“I enjoy the gazes of admiration and envy from
others,” Charles scanned the man who’d just
changed into a suit, the black and navy
enhancing Tang Feng’s natural vibe of nobility.
The custom tailored outfit showed off the man’s
enviable frame, his whole person carrying a
fresh, lively feeling like the royalty of a long lost
kingdom.
Honestly, more so than Ge Chen, the one being
chased after by both Lu Tian Chen and Su Qi
Cheng, Charles truly found Tang Feng more
desirable. Alright, perhaps it was a difference in
taste between Westerners and Easterners?
Charles always trusted his taste, however.
After dying at thirty-seven from heart disease,
Tang Feng couldn’t care less about what other
people thought of him now. A human was meant
to live freely, so seeing things from this angle,
Tang Feng enjoyed Charles’ carefree attitude.
“Please.” Fixing his tie, Charles courteously
reached out his hand to the other person.
Tang Feng generously gripped back, and the two
fine men walked down the stairs together. In a
second, most of the room’s gazes were fixed
upon them. This almost reminded him of his past
life, when he was a luminary chased after by the
media and fans alike.
Would he experience stage fright? Of course not.
He openly beamed a polite but naturally
charming smile.
The party was more of a personal event than anactual party. The attendance rate wasn’t high,but every single attendant was of status andfame. Celebrities from the Tian Chen Group andSu Entertainment flitted around like socialbutterflies, all holding glasses of champagne andchatting about in order to expand their socialnetwork. Who knows, maybe they’ll find awealthy person who would invest in them.Tang Feng didn’t really like parties. First,because of his illness, he could never hold hisliquor well, and, second, a glamorous party isonly appearance deep; the inside would becompletely corrupted by greed for money andpower. For everyone in this part of society, usingparties to make connections had become anecessary skill.Tang Feng wouldn’t reject the required socialmeetings. There was no need pretending to beall noble and virtuous. You could do what youwant, but you need a group of trustworthyfriends, so as to not drown in the sea ofuntrustworthy people.The party this time was held in celebration of thecollaboration between the Tian Chen Group andSu Entertainment. The two heads wereundoubtedly in the spotlight, but the one whocaught the most attention was none other thanGe Chen, who according to rumors had anintimate relationship with both of these companybosses. Ge Chen seriously liked wearing whitesuits; even for this party he wore a high-setwhite one, leaving him with an elegant feelingthat of a pure and untainted lily.But, isn’t it a bit stark?Every time he saw Ge Chen’s pale face matchedwith such plain colors, Tang Feng felt an urge toask about his health. Ge Chen was pretty, but helacked the healthy beauty of male strength.“You sure you want to walk in there holding myhand?” Tang Feng raised his eyebrow.Charles, who was also an owner of sorts for thisparty, provided the reception venue. Naturally, hehad his own VIP lounge. Already possessinghandsome features unique to mixed bloods,Charles looked all the more stunning in hisEnglish-styled getup. If he had a scepter, Charleswould honestly look like a king.“I enjoy the gazes of admiration and envy fromothers,” Charles scanned the man who’d justchanged into a suit, the black and navyenhancing Tang Feng’s natural vibe of nobility.The custom tailored outfit showed off the man’senviable frame, his whole person carrying afresh, lively feeling like the royalty of a long lostkingdom.Honestly, more so than Ge Chen, the one beingchased after by both Lu Tian Chen and Su QiCheng, Charles truly found Tang Feng moredesirable. Alright, perhaps it was a difference intaste between Westerners and Easterners?Charles always trusted his taste, however.After dying at thirty-seven from heart disease,Tang Feng couldn’t care less about what otherpeople thought of him now. A human was meantto live freely, so seeing things from this angle,Tang Feng enjoyed Charles’ carefree attitude.“Please.” Fixing his tie, Charles courteouslyreached out his hand to the other person.Tang Feng generously gripped back, and the twofine men walked down the stairs together. In asecond, most of the room’s gazes were fixedupon them. This almost reminded him of his pastlife, when he was a luminary chased after by themedia and fans alike.Would he experience stage fright? Of course not.He openly beamed a polite but naturallycharming smile.
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