Chapter 127: So This Is Who You Really Are

“Everyone, quiet!”

Zhao Zijun looked solemn as he swept his gaze across the room, then waved his hand, signaling everyone to settle down.

Given the atmosphere, the guests in the hall were remarkably cooperative and immediately fell silent, waiting expectantly for his next move.

At that moment, for some inexplicable reason, Zhao Zijun suddenly felt dizzy and shook his head.

Then, gazing at everyone below the stage, he continued loudly:

“That’s right. The person I want to confess my feelings to is Madam Wu Cuihua, the wet nurse who watched me grow up. Although she is twenty years older than me, I believe our love can transcend the boundaries of time and overcome the obstacles of morality.”

“Sister Cuihua, please forgive me. I’ve been secretly in love with you for so long, and only today have I finally found the courage to confess my feelings. Will you accept this love that has come so late?”

Everyone at the scene was stunned by Zhao Zijun’s declaration.

Once they recovered, strange, meaningful smiles appeared on their faces.

What?

Damn, did I hear that correctly?

The person he confessed to was his wet nurse, who was twenty years older than him?

Good grief! Does he really have to be so perverse?

This guy is something else. His wet nurse, who is twenty years older than him, must have been married long ago. Isn’t he blatantly trying to interfere in someone else’s marriage and become the other man?

The others were shocked, but He Meixuan, who had grown up alongside Zhao Zijun, was even more shaken. She stared at him in silence for a long time, hardly daring to believe her ears.

Sigh. So I was only imagining things after all.

I thought you were going to confess your feelings to me. I never expected the person you’ve secretly loved to be Auntie Cuihua.

Well, perhaps this is for the best. Although it does feel a little strange…

But love is impossible to explain, so I’ll wish you happiness.

Still, Auntie Cuihua’s children are probably about your age by now. Is it really all right for you to become the other man?

He Xiaoying was also completely stunned.

After standing there in shock for a long while, she looked at Zhao Zijun with disappointment, shook her head, and sighed.

“Brother Zijun, I never thought you were this perverse. I never realized you were this kind of person. Sigh… I was wrong about you.”

While Zhao Zijun was confessing his love onstage, two waiters had already carried the roses he had carefully prepared over to a middle-aged woman dressed in a white evening gown.

The woman appeared to be around forty-five or forty-six years old.

She had an ordinary face covered with quite a few freckles, so many that even makeup could not conceal them. Her figure had the slightly plump build common among middle-aged women.

“Wow…”

Listening to Zhao Zijun’s passionate declaration and looking at the roses brought before her, Wu Cuihua seemed deeply moved.

After several seconds of hesitation, with everyone watching, Wu Cuihua walked toward Zhao Zijun and took the microphone from his hand. Her face slightly flushed as she looked at him.

“Zijun, I watched you grow up from the time you were little. I never imagined that you had been secretly in love with me for so long. I never knew you were this kind of Zhao Zijun.”

“You are handsome and charming, and I’m very touched that you confessed your feelings to me in front of so many people today. But I already have a family, so all I can say is that I’m sorry. I have to reject your confession. At most, I can only think of you as a little brother…”

With that, she covered her face and hurried away.

“Sister Cuihua, wait for me! I’m sincere!”

Zhao Zijun hurried after her.

“My God, what is going on?”

The entire scene erupted into chaos. Everyone was disgusted by Zhao Zijun’s shameless attempt to become the other man, and they began discussing it heatedly.

How could such a handsome young man have such awful taste? Why did he have to pursue an older married woman?

Young people these days… They’re becoming harder and harder to understand.

If you ask me, he’s nothing but a scumbag…

“What happened to Zhao Zijun today? Did he take the wrong medicine?”

He Shihao was completely stunned by the absurd scene, as if he had been struck by lightning.

It was supposed to be a perfectly good birthday party, and yet Zhao Zijun had turned it into such a ridiculous spectacle. From now on, don’t call me Uncle anymore.

Seeing that the atmosphere had descended into total disorder, He Shihao was naturally displeased and deeply disappointed in Zhao Zijun.

He reacted quickly, ordering someone to put on dance music to dispel the awkward mood.

As the music rang throughout the hall, couples gradually made their way to the center of the spacious dance floor, displaying their graceful movements.

As the birthday girl and the evening’s main attraction, He Meixuan naturally received invitations from many young men. She politely turned them all down.

After rejecting several of them in succession, He Meixuan came over to Chen Yufeng and gave him a sweet, playful smile.

“Little Feng, may I invite you to dance?”

“What? You want to dance with me?”

Chen Yufeng was deeply troubled. He shook his head helplessly and looked at her apologetically.

“Sorry, I don’t know how to dance. You should find another partner.”

“If you don’t know how, I can teach you. What are you afraid of? You’re not stupid. Are you really afraid you won’t be able to learn?”

He Meixuan seemed determined to make him her dance partner.

“I really don’t know how. I’ll only embarrass myself.”

“Come on. Don’t tell me you’re shy?”

Without giving him a chance to refuse, He Meixuan pulled Chen Yufeng by the hand toward the center of the dance floor.

Since it was He Meixuan’s birthday, and she had invited him to dance with her, he felt he ought to show her that much consideration.

So, pretending to be shy while half-heartedly resisting, he allowed her to lead him onto the dance floor.

Chen Yufeng placed his left arm around He Meixuan’s slender waist and held her delicate hand in his right. Together, they moved their feet to the rhythm of the music.

A faint,幽香 fragrance drifted from He Meixuan into his nose, giving Chen Yufeng a wonderfully strange sensation.

Her small hand was held tightly in his, and the warmth of his body passed through their palms.

From time to time, their bodies brushed against each other. A distinctive masculine scent lingered around Chen Yufeng—a calming presence that seemed to put people at ease.

Some people could spend more than a decade together without ever feeling a spark, while others could spend only a few days together and experience something incredibly unusual.

That was exactly how He Meixuan felt about Chen Yufeng now. Yet she also felt that she was being too impulsive, as if she were playing with fire.

In truth, they had known each other for far too short a time. She knew practically nothing about him—not even whether he had a girlfriend.

What mattered most was that she had noticed no special emotion in the way he looked at her.

Enough. Why am I thinking so much about this? He Meixuan, have you really decided to give yourself away this quickly?

She pushed aside her chaotic thoughts and began dancing seriously with Chen Yufeng.

As they danced, she noticed that his movements were coordinated and nimble. He did not look like someone who had never danced before at all. His dancing was no worse than hers, and perhaps even better.

She immediately pouted.

“Hey, you said you didn’t know how to dance. Were you lying to me? You’re not even reluctant to dance with me!”

“I wasn’t lying. I only learned by watching the others dance just now.”

Chen Yufeng spoke with complete seriousness.

“How is that possible? You can learn just by watching someone else for such a short time?”

“Of course. I’m simply that amazing.”

“Good grief…”

Anyone nearby who heard him would have laughed at him for bragging. He Meixuan herself could hardly believe it.

If that was really true, then Chen Yufeng was genuinely a dancing prodigy.

These past few chapters have been rather calm, haven’t they? Consider it a brief breather. The climax will arrive very soon. Thank you, brothers, for your support. The ranking battle is still underway…