"I didn't see anything. That's Mrs. Xi we're talking about—who would dare to look improperly?"
The men were being truthful. Who would dare have any indecent thoughts about Mrs. Xi? That would be a death wish.
No—worse than death.
Shen Yibei stood among the crowd, holding a glass of wine, his gaze shimmering with admiration as he looked at the two figures not far away.
Young Master Xi's illustrious reputation preceded him—of course, Shen Yibei knew of it.
But it was his first time seeing Mrs. Xi. She was captivatingly beautiful. No wonder she was able to win the heart of someone like Young Master Xi.
But why did she seem a little… familiar?
"Young Master Xi, Mrs. Xi."
As soon as the two stepped into the hotel, people immediately swarmed around them.
Lan Xin Ai was long used to all kinds of gazes. For her, scenes like this were second nature. She chatted with some of the high-society ladies with poise and grace.
Shen Yibei walked over. "Young Master Xi."
