As expected, Eldest Lady Zhao was still infatuated with President Mu. Even though they had divorced, she still reserved a place for him in her heart.

As Ye Yan watched Zhao Youlin walking in the direction of Mu Tingfeng, his eyes squinted dangerously. Though what emerged from his eyes was not a knowing emotion like others had, it was more like…he was gloating at someone else's misfortune.

When Mu Tingfeng saw Zhao Youlin walking toward him, he also thought that Zhao Youlin was coming for him. He could not tell if he was feeling more joyful or more lost, it was very complicated.

He raised his right hand slightly and was ready to reach out to Zhao Youlin, only to find that she did not even look at him. She walked past him directly without slowing down for even a second.

Mu Tingfeng's mind went blank for a few seconds. His hand which was just about to reach out stiffened a few centimeters in front of his body.

Zhao Youlin, on the other hand, did not care about Mu Tingfeng's reaction as she trotted up to a certain someone who was looking around and ready to bolt. She smiled faintly and said, "Come on, let's go dancing."

Luo Weibing, who had been caught on the spot and was being forced to do something that he was most unwilling to do, was speechless. "…" Help…help me! *Sob.

Unfortunately, no one could hear Luo Weibing's internal devastating cries. Even if they heard it, no one would come forward to save him.

"*Sob… Sister Lin, please spare me from this. I…I don't know how to dance. Why don't you find someone who can dance with you?" Luo Weibing, who was being dragged to the hall, tried to save himself.

Though Zhao Youlin did not want to waste her time to convince him at all. Her eyes swept across Luo Weibing's two legs as she sneered and said, "You don't know how to dance? What's the use of having two legs that can't dance? Maybe I should break your third leg along with them, what do you think?"

Hearing that, Luo Weibing quivered from head to toe. He instantly felt a chill in a certain part of his lower body, he felt a little bit of pain in his…balls!

"No, I can dance, I can dance, I know all kinds of dances! As a dapper gentleman who hangs out at all kinds of celebrity parties and charmed thousands of girls, how could I not know how to dance?"

Zhao Youlin glanced indifferently at him. Then she let out a vague smile and said, "I see you're quite proud of yourself as a flirtatious gentleman. In that case, let's talk about how you, a flirtatious gentleman, had the guts to hang up on me two days ago, what do you say?"

Luo Weibing was speechless again. "…" He knew it. He knew she would not let him off that easily. *Whimper.

As soon as Zhao Youlin pulled Luo Weibing onto the dance floor, Luo Weibing immediately felt all kinds of gazes coming from all directions, piercing at him like arrows.

Especially the two cold stares that shot at him among those probing gazes. Luo Weibing did not need to look to figure out whose gazes those were.

As the elegant music started slowly, the crowd stepped onto the dance floor with joy. However, Luo Weibing's tragedy had just begun.

Mu Tingfeng stood on the side of the dance floor. He was watching the woman, who was wearing a dress as red as fire, leaning against another man as they danced on the dance floor. Somehow, he started to feel an inexplicable rage.

This inexplicable rage occurred too suddenly, to the point that he simply could not suppress it, not to mention that he had no intention to suppress it. Even so, more senseless people came up to him to be the target of his outburst of rage.

"Young Master Mu, I…" Zhao Youxi gave a dirty glare at Zhao Youlin, who was in the middle of the dance floor. Then, she smiled lightly and came up to Mu Tingfeng again. She reached out and attempted to hold Mu Tingfeng's hand, but her movement was stiffened by the cold glare Mu Tingfeng shot her.

Mu Tingfeng glanced at Zhao Yuxi in disgust and uttered two words in an icy tone, "Get lost!"

Zhao Youxi was frightened by Mu Tingfeng's aura. She bit her lip and stomped her feet before running away in reluctance.

Old Master Zhao, who was standing at the table chatting with several elders who were about the same age as him, witnessed Mu Tingfeng's attitudes and actions. A touch of cunning and calculating characteristics that could be seen on a businessman flashed his eyes, which were filled with the traces of vicissitudes.

A song might not be too long nor short, but it was enough to let Luo Weibing experience a painful realization.

When the song was over and the men and women on the dance floor let go of each other's hands and politely dispersed, his feet hurt so much that he could not feel them anymore.

Zhao Youlin was wearing a pair of over ten centimeters pointed high-heeled shoes. When she stepped on his feet, there was even a moment that he felt like he was dying.

However, Luo Weibing's misery was much more than that. As he limped out from the dance floor, he was greeted not by soft tables and chairs, but by his father's darkened and handsome face.

"Tell me, what's going on with you and Eldest Lady Zhao?"

Luo Weibing. "…"

Sister Lin, please bring me with you. Don't leave me here alone! *Sob.

At this moment, it was impossible for Zhao Youlin to hear the desperate cries of that little fellow of hers.

After the crowd dispersed from the opening dance, Zhao Youlin took advantage of the chaos and climbed up a small staircase from the side to the second floor.

She did not want to be the center of attention for the second time.

As soon as she walked up to the second floor, Zhao Youlin caught a glimpse of the three people including Duan Yarong, who were standing at the edge of the corridor.

"Mommy..." Joy obviously liked Duan Yarong very much. He had been obedient when she was hugging him in her arms until he saw Zhao Youlin walk up from the stairs. His eyes lit up and he reached out his arms, wanting Zhao Youlin to hug him.

"Joy." Zhao Youlin smiled lightly and picked up Joy. She gave Joy a kiss on his round little face, making him giggle.

"Thank you for taking care of Joy, Aunt." After kissing Joy, Zhao Youlin turned to smile lightly and thanked Duan Yarong.

"We're family. Don't be so formal with me. Joy is so obedient. I don't mind playing with him for a little longer. It's not so much about taking care of him," Duan Yarong said. She suddenly shifted her gaze from Joy to Zhao Youlin. There was a mixed expression of loss and anticipation on her face, "Youlin..."

Zhao Youlin was stunned by her gaze. After a moment of silence, she smiled faintly and said, "I got it... Mom."

Duan Yarong was stunned for a second, then she was filled with a burst of unspeakable happiness. Her usually dignified and steady demeanor completely crumbled at this moment.

She was at a loss for words for a while before she reacted. Her eyes were slightly red as she clutched Zhao Youlin's hand and said, "Good girl, good girl. If you encounter any problem in the future, you must come to me. I will never let anyone wrong you and Joy again."

When Zhao Youlin saw that Duan Yarong was being so excited that she was unable to hold it, her heart was filled with a little warmth too. The smile on her face became more sincere as well. She nodded before she turned her gaze to Zhao Shunrong, who was standing behind Duan Yarong.

Zhao Shunrong looked deeply at Zhao Youlin for a while and said in a deep voice, "Move back home after the birthday banquet."

Home? Zhao Youlin was stunned. What a warm and enchanting line. Did this mean he accepted her already? Or was it just a temporary acceptance?

Indeed, it was.

Duan Yarong had always felt a connection with Zhao Youlin, so it was not difficult for her to accept her.

But Zhao Shunrong was different. Asking him to accept a girl who was supposed to be his niece as his own daughter all of sudden, it would be absolutely false to say he did not mind it at all.