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Chapter 244: Chapter 244: Fan Bing’s Invitation [Three More Updates]

Eight noblemen of high status and prominent positions all extended dance invitations to Fan Bing at the same time.

Unexpectedly, Fan Bing didn’t accept a single invitation!

When people saw Fan Bing pushing away the arms of those eight men, everyone around watching the scene was shocked.

Although Fan Bing was of high standing, the fact that she didn’t accept any invitation was considered highly disrespectful.

As everyone watched Fan Bing walk toward a corner in front of her, they all grew curious: what was Fan Bing planning to do?

At that moment, someone noticed that where Fan Bing’s gaze fell, there sat a man and a woman, and Fan Bing was walking in that direction with a charming smile on her face.

Murong Fei had rejected two men’s invitations to dance, her mind occupied with how she would discuss a project with Zhang Yuehua later. Suddenly, she sensed something was amiss.

Murong Fei looked up and saw many eyes around her directed at herself, and then, she saw Fan Bing walking toward her with a smile.

”Hmm?”

Seeing this, Murong Fei felt a bit tense, wondering to herself, ”I don’t think I know Miss Fan, why is she smiling at me? Does she know me?”

As Murong Fei felt surprised, Fan Bing had already arrived in front of her.

”Fan...”

Murong Fei stood up somewhat at a loss, just about to say something when she saw Fan Bing had already begun speaking.

”May I invite you for a dance?”

At these words, everyone was astonished!

Murong Fei was especially astounded!

Fan Bing wasn’t addressing her, but Qin Tian!

What was happening!?

Fan Bing actually, actually knew Qin Tian?

Murong Fei stood to the side, her sexy red lips pursed, and a look of disbelief flashed across her beautiful eyes.

And it wasn’t just Murong Fei, the people around were all stunned!

Ignoring the many prestigious young masters inviting her to dance, she actually took the initiative to invite a seemingly ordinary man to dance?

Miss Fan herself taking the initiative to dance!

Seeing this scene, many felt both surprised and jealous, while the eight handsome men who had invited Fan Bing felt even worse.

But what could they do, Fan Bing was Fan Bing, the Miss of the Fan Family, not someone they could afford to provoke.

At that moment, Murong Fei stood up from her seat, shocked at what she was witnessing.

Dressed in splendid attire, Fan Bing stood in front of Qin Tian, slightly bowed, smiling, her slender arm extended, making the gesture to invite Qin Tian to dance.

As for Qin Tian, the very person involved, he held a glass of red wine in his left hand and a piece of cake in his right, seated and slowly moving his hands, seemingly not very surprised by the situation.

”Shall we dance? Can you?” Fan Bing looked at Qin Tian and asked again.

Even then, Qin Tian didn’t stand up.

”Hang on, let me finish this glass of wine first; I can’t waste it,” Qin Tian nodded.

Hearing this, everyone was speechless.

Damn, Miss Fan is inviting you to dance, and you won’t even stand up, and you actually make her wait!

The reason for making Miss Fan wait was to finish the red wine first!

At that moment, the eight noblemen Fan Bing had rejected felt like ten thousand mud horses were storming through their hearts.

Someone angrily curled their lip, feeling as uncomfortable as if they had been screwed over.

”Xinyu, look...”

Wang Zifu, who was dancing in the ballroom, gestured for Zhang Xinyu to look toward the scene beside them.

Zhang Xinyu was dancing with a man when she saw Fan Bing take the initiative to ask Qin Tian to dance; instantly, she turned away from that man and looked over.

Wang Zifu also stood aside, curiously saying, ”Odd, I think this Qin Tian is quite ordinary—why would Miss Fan personally invite him to dance?”

Zhang Xinyu was also surprised, ”I find it strange too. Um... Zifu, I didn’t say anything disrespectful to Qin Tian earlier, did I?”

Thinking it over, Zhang Xinyu started to worry.

Wang Zifu pursed his lips, ”It doesn’t seem like it. You just made a few sarcastic remarks about Murong Fei but other than that, you were quite polite.”

”That’s good.” Zhang Xinyu sighed with relief and gave a faint smile.

More and more people noticed Fan Bing inviting Qin Tian to dance. After Qin Tian finished his red wine, he finally stood up and asked, ”I’m not very good at dancing. What can you dance?”

Fan Bing said, ”I can dance anything. Whatever you can do, we’ll dance.”

”Uh, I know a bit of the waltz.”

”Then let’s waltz.”

”Okay.”

Qin Tian reached out his hand, and Fan Bing took it, flashed an apologetic smile at Murong Fei, and then slowly stepped into the dance floor with Qin Tian. As music played, they began to dance.

Murong Fei stood on the spot, staring blankly at the scene, looking a bit frozen.

What exactly is Qin Tian’s identity that he... knows Miss Fan?

What else hasn’t he told me?

Why exactly did he come to our Murong Family?

Murong Fei’s mind was filled with a series of questions, the most puzzling of which was: Previously, she thought her status was noble and that her grandfather arranging her marriage to Qin Tian was an insult to her status.

But now, here was Fan Bing, someone of even higher status, fearlessly taking the initiative to ask Qin Tian to dance and seemingly a bit interested in him. Was this an insult to Fan Bing’s status?

”Why did he agree to our... marriage arrangement?”

Feeling somewhat sad, especially seeing Qin Tian and Fan Bing shoulder to shoulder, laughing and talking in the dance floor, Murong Fei felt a sourness in her nose.

She had spent all morning and afternoon teaching Qin Tian how to waltz, yet now, he was dancing the waltz with another woman.

This feeling made Murong Fei feel stifled.

”What am I sad about... It’s good if other women like him; that way, he won’t bother me in the future.”

Murong Fei pursed her lips, sat down on a seat, and said to herself in her mind.

”I don’t like him...”

”What’s so good about him that I should care so much...”

”I’m not concerned, no worries, no worries...”

Muttering to herself, Murong Fei drank two big gulps of red wine and felt her eyes dry, then roughly rubbed them—it seemed the wind had blown some sand in.

...

In the dance floor, Fan Bing was waltzing with Qin Tian to the music.

”You’re not bad at the waltz,” Fan Bing said with a grin.

”Just know a little, learned it recently,” Qin Tian laughed.

”That’s even better...” Fan Bing’s beautiful eyes twinkled, extremely charming.

The luxurious perfume she wore wafted around them, blending with the other fragrances in the air, creating an alluring temptation. Up close, it intoxicated Qin Tian.

”By the way, how did you happen to come here?” Fan Bing asked curiously, surprised to encounter Qin Tian at such a high-end event.

”Came... with my boss.” Qin Tian hesitated a moment, awkwardly making up the excuse.

Hearing this, Fan Bing’s gaze quickly turned to Murong Fei, who was nearby continually drinking red wine.