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Countless gazes were intertwined on my body, which was so oppressive that I could hardly breathe.

It's not that he's not used to such occasions, but that he's not used to all kinds of weird eyes.Only then did I know that beside the tall and handsome Yan Minglang, I could still attract people's attention, but the premise was that I had to wear women's clothing like a clown.

I don't know if anyone has discovered my secret. After all, what surprised me was that when I arrived at the hotel where the banquet was held, Yan Minglang took my hand and walked towards the bright glass revolving door. I seem to be a woman through and through.

Even though I have always known that I look like a woman regardless of my figure or face, I have never been abnormal enough to imagine myself wearing a skirt. Today's unimaginable things made me feel ashamed and indignant at the same time as an eye-opener.

Probably only rich people like Yan Minglang would have such vile hobbies.

You clearly like men, why would you want me to wear women's clothes?If it weren't for the perverted thoughts in his bones, I really couldn't figure out why he would induce me to suffer the consequences.

Yan Minglang did not tell me what kind of social occasion this was.He didn't take the initiative to say it, and I didn't ask it wisely. After all, it's basically useless to ask, so why not save yourself some face.

But there is no doubt that this is an occasion that only those at the top of the city can set foot.

I was holding a slender cup-shaped goblet in my hand, and the [-]% full golden-yellow wine lay quietly in it.

Bored, I held Yan Minglang's arm while staring at the champagne, trying to keep it from fluctuating in the slightest.

The arrival of Yan Minglang seemed to usher in a small climax for this reception, but obviously, he was not the main character here.

He took me to the host's house and introduced me to the 80-[-]-year-old man in Chinese.

The old man and several middle-aged people beside him looked at me curiously, and then chatted with him.

Not only the host was polite to him, almost everyone wanted to have a chat with him.It can be seen from the haughty posture of his slightly raised chin that Yan Minglang—or the Yan Group, has a pivotal position in this city.

With Yan's financial resources, it should be so.

After leading me around for a while, Yan Minglang left me in a corner of the hall: "Sit here and wait for me to come back."

I nodded.

He looked at me, raised his hand, and gently pinched my earlobe with his thumb and index finger.

Such a slightly erotic movement, he did it very naturally.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the people around me, all of whom looked at us in shock with their mouths slightly open.

After causing a wave of commotion unscrupulously, Yan Minglang left the stage gracefully, leaving me surrounded by a group of ladies.

I sighed in my heart, nodded politely to those graceful and luxurious women who were left here by my husband like me, and then picked up a sofa in the corner and sat down.

Amidst the discussions, there was a bit of jealousy in the eyes from time to time.

I pretended I didn't see it, and if I didn't understand it, it was the same as I didn't hear it. I sat calmly, and my eyes followed Yan Minglang's figure in the hall.

If you don't mention the unhappiness between husband and wife, Yan Minglang is a very charming person from the perspective of an outsider.

His manner of speaking is so distinctive, and his gestures and gestures are full of temperament that others cannot imitate.His extraordinary height and slender figure added a lot of points to him. Even if I distracted for a while, I could still quickly re-lock his position.

That man is so outstanding, there are men and women who stare at him with admiration.

And often when these people look at me, their eyes instantly turn into knives.

This kind of party is a bit boring. Before my father went bankrupt, I was also a frequent visitor to this kind of reception in Melbourne, but in those days I could still play with my mobile phone as I wanted, and I could also laugh with family members of similar age.But now I have to sit upright, with an obvious but not too much smile on my face, and keep my eyes on my husband at all times, with just the right amount of love and admiration for my other half in my eyes.

This is my duty as his partner.

I think Yan Minglang is very satisfied with my performance, because he occasionally looked at me with gentle and loving eyes, full of appreciation.

A man sat down at arm's length beside me, and I turned my head slightly.

I have seen this man.

On the second day when I came to this city, when Yan Minglang took me shopping, I met him once in the underground parking lot.

The man looked at me with great interest, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Do you still remember me, little beauty?"

I don't like the way he speaks.Besides, I can be sure he knows my gender, which makes me a little uncomfortable.

I nodded slightly indifferently, I said "Hello", and quickly turned my head away.

"It's really a little cold, how should I describe you...an arrogant little cat? Ah, sure enough, Yan Minglang likes your type the most."

That's a pity, I happen to be not the type that Yan Minglang likes.

I just don't want to get myself into unnecessary trouble.

He laughed loudly, and the eyes of the ladies who had finally turned their attention away focused on us again.

I really don't understand what he is laughing at, I have a terrible headache and my expression is a little distorted.

He laughed for a long time before he stopped: "This dress suits you very well."

I'm sure my eyes widened at that moment.

He laughed again: "It's really interesting to tease you."

"Sir," I said at last, "but I don't think it's funny."

He restrained his smile and nodded: "Okay, I'm sorry. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Chen Lun."

I nodded to show I understand: "Hello."

He raised his eyebrows: "This is the end? Shouldn't you tell me your name?"

Although I didn't think it was necessary, out of politeness, I still reported my family name: "You can call me Shaw."

"Shaw? It's a bit special. Could it be that your mother happened to be named Xiao?"

"Yes, sir."

"So that's how it is," he nodded, and asked me as usual, "You don't know any Chinese? Is this your first time in country Z?"

"Yes, sir."

He covered his face when he heard the words: "Hey, at least I know my name, I've always been 'Sir', 'Sir', isn't it awkward?"

I paused slightly, then nodded: "Okay, Mr. Chen."

"..." He looked at me speechlessly, with a look of frustration on his face, "Take back what I said, you are not only not interesting, you are even more difficult to deal with than Yan Minglang."

If I didn't talk to me in a flirty tone when I first came up, I think I would be more enthusiastic about you.

Chen Lun opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but soon a noise caught his attention.

I noticed that the corners of his mouth were upturned, which was different from his previous attitude towards me, and his smile was a bit cold at the moment.

I followed his gaze, and at the entrance, a group of people surrounded each other and filed in.I heard Chen Lun say jokingly from the side: "Look, Shaw, the protagonist of our banquet is here."