When Fu Shengyuan arrived at the club, he was momentarily stunned by the revelry before him.
All eyes converged on him.
Wan Yu nudged Jian Xi with her elbow. "Hey, as a CEO second to none, he probably wouldn't like this kind of scene, would he? Do you want to go out and spend some time with him alone?"
"No need."
Under the dim lights, Jian Xi was dressed casually, out of sync with everyone else, yet strikingly beautiful and bewitching. A simple T-shirt, tied at her waist, added a touch of fashionable flair, revealing a small section of her tender, pale skin. Her slender waist was perfectly showcased, her figure more symmetrical than a model's. Even in tight jeans, her golden-ratio physique was accentuated. Paired with her seaweed-like long, curly hair, she resembled a languid Persian cat.
Fu Shengyuan's gaze landed gently on her. "Miss Jian is truly beautiful."
His gentlemanly praise, devoid of any hint of lust, was pure appreciation, which was pleasant and likable.
