"Wow!" Yifeng exclaimed in astonishment, subconsciously standing up from his chair.

"She looks so breathtakingly beautiful. Just look at those amazing curves," Yifeng mumbled, not taking his eyes off the newly arrived guest for a second.

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"Yes, she looks very gorgeous, just like her mother," Chairman Li said. Yifeng who's entire being was focused on the lady did not hear his Grandpa's last remarks.

"Grandpa, I am sorry. I have to go escort my woman. We will continue with our conversation later," Yifeng said, instantly walking to meet the beautiful lady clad in a blood-red dress which hung to her body with that charismatic shade of danger. A long slit travelled up to her mid-thigh exposing her gorgeous smooth milky skinny legs and emphasised her curvaceous silhouette which no doubt appeared as an hourglass figure with the flare at the feet appearing as fire flamed trailing around her feet.

"You look amazing. I almost had a heart attack the moment I set my eyes on you," Yifeng complimented, taking a stand beside her. He quickly offered his right hand for her to lean onto.

"Seeing your stunned expression, I know you are telling the truth," Yang Zi said, smiling bewitchingly. They both could not stop smiling at each other as they walked towards the centre of the hall.

"I thought I overheard Feng telling Su Jin that b*tch wasn't coming to the party, so why the hell is she here? Why is she flirting with my man in the presence of everyone," Zhao Liying said furiously when the flashlights from the reporters' cameras did not stop beaming even when Yang Zi and Yifeng stopped walking?

"Liying, calm down, Ok? People are watching, you will only embarrass yourself if you confront both of them now. You can make your move after Feng leaves her alone," Pei Yan said, holding onto Zhao Liying's right hand firmly to stop her from causing a scene there.

"Zi Er, I can't believe that you tricked me earlier. I find it hard to believe that I didn't see through your trick," Yifeng said, not minding that the spotlight was on the both of them. He cared less about the onlookers prying eyes.

"You tricked me on my birthday into believing that you didn't recall my birthday and I have been thinking how your reaction would be if I did the same to you," Yang Zi said, smiling charmingly.

"And your plan was a tremendous success because your grand entry almost knocked me off my feet," Yifeng said, staring into her eyes lovingly.

"I didn't really want to trick you. The plan about faking to be ill popped into my head while I was working in the office earlier. I know the best gift I could ever give you is being present on your birthday. If I accompanied you to the party, my presence wouldn't have been a surprise that is why I executed my plans," Yang Zi said, cupping his face. She momentarily forgot that they were not there alone.

"When you told me you were sick, I was anxious. The previous interest and expectations I had on the party vanished instantly. Even when I arrived here, all I could think about was you. I really wanted to have you right beside me, but I knew my wish would never come true since you were unwell...,"

"Even if I was truly sick, and I had to crawl on my knees, I would have still made sure I attended the party do you know, why?" Yang Zi asked anxiously.

"Why would you go through such trouble for me?" Yifeng asked, staring directly into her eyeballs.

"Because my presence here means so much to you. I know without me, you would be unhappy throughout the party. The party would be meaningless without me or, am I wrong?" Yang Zi asked, her long eyelashes fluttering in anticipation.

Yifeng stared at her pretty face for two minutes, unable to utter a word.

How did she guess my feelings perfectly? Has she suddenly become a sorceress?

Yifeng thought, his gaze still centred on her.

"That wench is so annoying! She is so shameless to steal my spotlight. It should have been me that should be there, not her. I feel like tearing her apart from my beloved Feng," Zhao Liying muttered, gritting her teeth in fiery.

Somewhere in the hall, a lady putting on a black long off-shoulder dress approached a guy standing at the far right extreme of the hall. After she reached where he was standing, she quietly stood beside him. The guy's focus was centred on the lady who was at the spotlight in the arms of another man.

"They look beautiful, right?" The lady whose gaze was on the guy standing beside her asked curiously.

"Hmm... She looks so mesmerising. Her beauty alone can make a man subconsciously stop breathing. She is one like no other," the guy said, not taking his eyes off the lady at the spotlight for a second.

"Just like how you have subconsciously stopped breathing by mere staring at her, right?" The lady asked firmly. The guy quickly turned around when he heard the lady's remarks.

"Wen Min!" Shiyi who was lost in his fantasy earlier asked in surprise.

"Stop drooling, it doesn't suit you," Wen Min said, beaming at him.

"And you don't also have to feel envious of him because you don't lose to him in any aspect. You are as handsome, hard-working and even more caring than him," Wen Min said confidently as she gave him a friendly hug.

"I don't envy him, I just admire their relationship because I think it's beautiful and I know I am not inferior to him. He just got lucky to be the one who won her love," Shiyi said, forcing on a smile.

"I know you are hurt. You don't have to pretend to be okay when I am around. I am excellent at comforting you. You know that, right," Wen Min said, smiling at him.

"I am fine, you don't need to comfort me today," Shiyi said, approaching a nearby table.