Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Chapter 1207: 1211: Thieves Are Always Nervous

Chapter 1207: Chapter 1211: Thieves Are Always Nervous

The youth was between eighteen and nineteen, handsome with rosy lips and pearly teeth, and his features were as if drawn by an artist. His lips were maple red, alluring like a flaming red spider lily blooming on the far shore of the netherworld, ensnaring the soul. Yet amidst the dazzling beauty was an air of noble elegance, much like that of a young master from a prominent household.

This was a peculiar fusion that, when manifested within the youth, did not seem incongruous. Instead, it only made him more enchanting, causing one to be unable to look away.

An Zhenglin was staring, wide-eyed and in disbelief, at the person ascending the spiral staircase, his whole body stiffened.

Pang Xiangwen, standing beside him, was also stunned. She tugged his clothes, intending to speak, but the silence in the great hall was such that a pin drop could be heard. She dared not speak, and the words she had at the tip of her tongue were forcefully swallowed back down.

Her daughter, An Ruru, lacked such restraint.

Upon seeing Lou Ning, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Mom! Mom! Isn’t that the bastard? How has he come back?”

Pang Xiangwen quickly covered her mouth.

Many guests turned their gaze toward them. Pang Xiangwen broke out into a cold sweat from alarm and quickly put on her most dignified and graceful demeanor, offering the guests an apologetic smile.

An Zhenglin saw Zhou Shengqian’s gaze sweep over his family, his smile not quite a smile, but filled with a malicious glee that An Zhenglin could interpret all too well.

An Zhenglin felt as if his blood had turned cold.

He suddenly realized that the inexplicable invitation he had received this evening wasn’t because of some innate talent Zhou Shengqian had spotted in him but because of Lou Ning standing beside Zhou Shengqian.

The guilty conscience of a thief always gives him away.

No one knew better than himself the atrocious deeds he had committed.

Originally, he thought that by having incriminating videos of Lou Ning’s violent confrontation with Pang Yingying, Lou Ning would not dare to speak up and that he could rest easy.

But Lou Ning’s silent return, standing beside the richest man in Zhou City, made An Zhenglin’s heart feel like it had plunged into a bottomless pit, unsettling his spirit and giving rise to a strong sense of foreboding.

While he sweated profusely, Zhou Shengqian led Lou Ning to the foot of the stairs.

Zhou Shengqian looked at the guests in the hall, a smile playing on his lips. “First of all, thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to be here this evening. Now, allow me to introduce a young man.”

He patted Lou Ning on the shoulder. “This young man is named Lou Ning, a signed artist of my sister-in-law’s music studio. He is currently preparing for his debut. The esteemed name of my sister-in-law is certainly known to all of you—she is none other than ‘Music Spirit,’ Asterism. My sister-in-law holds Lou Ning in high regard, believing his voice to be celestial. Therefore, tonight, Lou Ning will present a song to us as the opening piece for our soirée. Please welcome him warmly.”

In Zhou City, the Zhou Family was akin to the local tyrant.

The Zhou Family was already quite remarkable on its own, but the Sheng Family was even more so.

Most of the guests knew that Zhou Shengqian’s aunt had married into the Sheng Family in Beijing.

And the Beijing Sheng Family was among the top elite households of the city.

Senior Master Sheng held a high position, the sort of senior leader who remained unshakeable no matter the circumstance.

If it were just the Zhou Family, perhaps some would have tried to compete with them.

But with the powerful backing of the Sheng Family, even the most oblivious knew to steer clear of the Zhou Family, never daring to provoke them outright.

Tonight, those who came to the party were all intent on befriending Zhou Shengqian.