After being kicked out of the rich family, she had morning sickness, and the chaebol heir went crazy

"Lisa, have you arrived? Please tell me your exact location. I will come to greet you right away."

The assistant's voice was slightly nervous.

Zhu Feiwan's gentle words reached his ears through the phone: "I'm in Hall A. I've seen you."

When the assistant was looking around, their eyes happened to meet. Zhu Feiwan smiled slightly and waved to him gently.

The assistant was stunned for a moment, whispering in disbelief: "Boss, the great Lisa is actually..."

However, Han Xiaowen was obviously not interested in this. He interrupted his assistant, straightened his carefully groomed hair, and strode towards Zhu Feiwan's position, obviously wanting to dance with her in the next ballroom dance session.

Just when Han Xiaowen was about to extend his hand to invite Zhu Feiwan, a figure inserted itself between them.

The man was about 1 meters tall, wearing a burgundy shirt that matched Zhu Feiwan's black hair, and a pair of straight black trousers. He looked elegant and could not be ignored.

His presence seemed to make the surrounding colors pale in comparison. When he stood together with Zhu Feiwan, the two of them complemented each other perfectly.

"I'm sorry, Master Han, this lady is my dance partner."

Lu Huaijin calmly stood in front of Han Xiaowen, without any hint of concession in his tone.

Han Xiaowen frowned, then sneered, his words full of provocation and sarcasm.

Lu Huaijin fought back with sharper and more humorous words, and even cleverly promoted his own company's toothpaste, making the atmosphere instantly tense and ridiculous.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, these two top young talents in the city actually started arguing openly. Han Xiaowen was rarely at a disadvantage and was so angry that his face turned red, while Lu Huaijin seemed to be at ease, making the situation even more subtle.

At this moment, Zhu Feiwan took decisive action and pushed away Lu Huaijin who was blocking his way. His voice was cold and firm: "I'm sorry, the person who is about to dance with me is not you, but him."

Her words were clearly directed at Han Xiaowen, who took the opportunity to grab her hand.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two of them, like a match made in heaven, slowly walked into the center of the dance floor and became the most dazzling focus of the entire night.

Lisa, who had been observing everything silently, took this opportunity to step forward and actively extended her hand to Lu Huaijin to invite him to dance, but was unexpectedly rejected directly and slightly coldly by the other party.

Lu Huaijin's disdain and casualness made Lisa's face darken, but she quickly adjusted her mood and responded with a self-deprecating and challenging remark, demonstrating her pride and her status that cannot be underestimated.

This series of interactions caused undercurrents to surge in the originally peaceful banquet hall. Everyone was looking forward to the more exciting "confrontation" and "cooperation" that would follow. The air was filled with a strange atmosphere that was a mixture of tension, anticipation and entertainment.

Lisa had a playful smile on her lips and obvious sarcasm in her words. She turned around without hesitation, her steps confident and powerful, and walked straight towards a group of well-dressed men.

At the edge of the dance floor where light and shadow interweave, her figure is particularly eye-catching.

Soon, her goal was clear and she easily attracted the attention of a handsome young man. The two smiled at each other, walked arm in arm, and gracefully entered the center stage.

Their appearance is undoubtedly a challenge to Zhu Feiwan and Han Xiaowen who have already occupied the spotlight of the stage.

The music started, a passionate and unrestrained samba melody with strong drum beats, driving every beating heart in the venue.

As the rhythm goes by, the distance between the male and female dancers gets closer and closer, and the physical contact is passionate yet elegant.

In the corner, Lu Huaijin's figure looked particularly lonely.

He leaned against the cold wall, holding a cigarette between his fingers, the spark flickering in the darkness and the smoke rising.

His narrow eyes were half-closed, and the cold light that shone through them was faintly visible in the dimness. His whole body exuded a chill that made it difficult for people to approach him.

In his heart, he originally thought that Su Yan and Zhao Huai were tough enough rivals in love, but he never expected that no matter where Zhu Feiwan was, as long as there were people of the opposite sex, she would always easily become the focus.

This made him feel both annoyed and helpless, and he could only relieve his inner restlessness by quickly sucking on the cigarette in his hand.

As the ballroom dance began, the lights in the venue went out one by one, and the entire space was immersed in a mysterious darkness.

Only two spotlights and a spotlight illuminated the stage like a searchlight, creating a dreamy atmosphere.

However, the staff operating the spotlight seemed to be attracted by Zhu Feiwan's charm and could not help but focus their eyes on her, causing the spotlight to follow her almost the entire time.

Just as Zhu Feiwan and Han Xiaowen ended an action with a gorgeous hug, Han Xiaowen pushed her lightly, and Zhu Feiwan began to spin on the spot, with the hem of her skirt drawing smooth arcs under the light.

However, after successfully completing the first circle of rotation, a sudden accident broke this harmonious picture - a crack suddenly appeared on the side of her exquisite dress without any warning, quietly extending from the armpit to the hem of the skirt.

Zhu Feiwan felt the direct contact between his skin and the cool breeze.

At that moment, embarrassment and panic were intertwined.

The whispering sounds all around cut through the calm surface like a sharp blade.

At this extremely awkward moment, Lu Huaijin quickly approached Zhu Feiwan like a flash of lightning that cut through the darkness.

His movements were quick and clean. He took off his shirt and strode to her side.

He draped the high-quality shirt over Zhu Feiwan's shoulders. This unexpected move caused an uproar in the audience.

Lu Huaijin's behavior not only demonstrated his sense of responsibility as a man, but also allowed people to see for the first time his excellent figure hidden under his clothes.

His skin is as healthy as buckwheat and his muscles are smooth, like a carefully crafted work of art.

Some of the men present secretly compared themselves with each other and felt envious; while the ladies were pleasantly surprised, with screams and cheers coming one after another.

Lu Huaijin put a shirt around Zhu Feiwan, then picked her up without further ado, completely ignoring her weak resistance.

He leaned close to her ear and said, "Do you want to be a laughing stock?"

Zhu Feiwan's slender fingers grasped his arm unconsciously, and she finally chose to give up resistance, her cheeks flushed, and she avoided everyone's sight.

Lu Huaijin held Zhu Feiwan in his arms and walked firmly towards the bathroom.

He walked slowly into the bathroom.

A playful smile appeared on Lu Huaijin's lips, and a hint of teasing flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes and said teasingly, "Okay, then I won't interfere with you. But, shouldn't you return my clothes?"

He slowly stretched out his hand, his gesture elegant with a hint of imperceptible evil, and their fingers gently intertwined.

Zhu Feiwan clenched her teeth, frowned slightly, and looked down at the skirt that had unfortunately been torn. The tear on one side was fully exposed. If it weren't for the clothes covering her upper body, she would have been in an extremely embarrassing situation at this moment.