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Chapter 689 - 690 Any Objections?_1

Chapter 689: Chapter 690 Any Objections?_1

As this thought crossed his mind, a chill surged in his heart.

If Wang Yifan dared to trouble him on such an occasion, he would definitely not mind teaching the guy a harsh lesson.

The heir to the Wang Family, huh?

He wondered what kind of expression this guy would have after getting his face brutally slapped by him!

Li Changlin schemed darkly within his heart.

However, Wang Yifan’s gaze soon shifted away from Li Changlin.

Li Changlin did not take Wang Yifan seriously, and in Wang Yifan’s heart, the feeling was mutual toward Li Changlin.

In Wang Yifan’s opinion, Li Changlin was nothing more than a lowly nobody not worth mentioning.

He was the legitimate eldest son of the Wang Family, and in the future, the entire Wang Family would be his. What qualification did a poor nobody like Li Changlin have to compete with him?

Moreover, Wang Yifan suspected that Li Changlin’s relationship with Yang Mingzhu might be because he knew of her status, as if a toad lusted after a swan’s flesh!

Of course, it was also possible that Yang Mingzhu wanted to reject him, deliberately finding such a poor nobody to disgust him!

No matter what the reason, Wang Yifan did not care in the slightest.

All he needed to know was that Yang Mingzhu was still a girl.

Based on his years of experience romancing numerous women, he observed that Yang Mingzhu was still a ***** girl.

That alone was enough.

Whatever Li Changlin was, it was clear that he had not truly entered Yang Mingzhu’s heart.

In that case, he, Wang Yifan, still had a chance!

With this thought in mind, Wang Yifan quickly came up with a good idea.

He suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, elegant music began to play in the hall.

And with the music, everyone understood and started to invite their desired women to join them in the center of the hall.

"Brother Yifan, dance with me."

"Brother Yifan, shall we dance together?"

"Brother Yifan, I wore my most beautiful dress today, could you dance with me?"

As the host of today’s gathering, Wang Yifan naturally received many invitations from the ladies of high society.

However, his target was not these powder-and-rouge-covered women.

After gracefully rejecting several ladies’ invitations, Wang Yifan pushed through the crowd and headed towards Yang Mingzhu.

"Yifan."

"Young Master Wang."

Seeing him coming over, these former classmates were all eagerly greeting him excitedly.

Some of them were not truly classmates of Wang Yifan, but because of their connection with Yang Mingzhu, they had the privilege of being invited.

Back in their high school days, Wang Yifan was two grades above them.

When Yang Mingzhu was a freshman in high school, Wang Yifan was already a senior.

"Hello everyone, have fun," Wang Yifan greeted his own classmates and those of Yang Mingzhu with impeccable manners, showing none of the arrogance typical of the Wang Family’s young master.

Then, he turned to look at Yang Mingzhu and sincerely complimented her, "Mingzhu, you look truly beautiful tonight."

Throughout the entire time, Wang Yifan had not looked directly at Li Changlin even once.

In his heart, Li Changlin was simply not in the running to compete with him.

Whether in terms of family background, status, or wealth and power, he could easily leave Li Changlin in the dust.

"Thank you." Out of politeness, Yang Mingzhu couldn’t help but express her gratitude. Immediately afterward, she quickly pulled on Li Changlin’s arm, "Wang Yifan, you have already met Li Changlin this morning; he is my boyfriend."

While speaking, Yang Mingzhu even leaned her head on Li Changlin’s shoulder and showed a sweet smile, the picture of a girl sweetly reliant on her partner.

"I know," Wang Yifan’s face changed subtly upon hearing this.

Originally, he thought that by deliberately ignoring Li Changlin’s presence, Yang Mingzhu would not embarrass herself by introducing Li Changlin to him.

But who could have expected that Yang Mingzhu would defy expectations?

"Hello Wang Yifan, we met this morning." Li Changlin smiled faintly. In his eyes, Wang Yifan was nothing more than a jumped-up clown.

"I know you, but are you sure that you are Mingzhu’s boyfriend?" Wang Yifan’s gaze hardened, and his eyes flashed with a fierce, threatening look.

"Of course, unless you, Wang Yifan, have an objection!" Li Changlin’s mouth curled up slightly, his tone teasing.

"An objection, what objection could I have?" Wang Yifan said with a forced laugh, giving Li Changlin a deep look before turning to Luo Sitian, "It seems Mingzhu already has a dance partner, Sitian, I wonder if you might honor me with a dance."

Wang Yifan was no fool; he knew if he invited Yang Mingzhu to dance at this moment, he would likely be met with an unrelenting rejection.

So, he swiftly came up with an idea.

"Sure, I would be very happy to." Seeing that Wang Yifan actually asked her to dance, Luo Sitian, the girl with glasses, was instantly over the moon and nodded energetically.

She certainly was no fool either, and didn’t for a moment think that Wang Yifan was actually interested in her.

But what did that matter? Even if it meant being Wang Yifan’s mistress, she would not refuse.

Aside from Wang Yifan’s future status, just his current control over a real estate company worth more than a billion alone, was enough reason for her to be willing to offer herself to him at any time he wished.

"I can’t believe Sitian is that kind of person!" Watching Luo Sitian happily dance away with Wang Yifan, Yang Mingzhu’s expression changed slightly, feeling as if she had been struck a blow.

"Everyone has their own pursuits; just be true to yourself," Li Changlin said, harboring no affection for Wang Yifan, but refraining from any judgment about Luo Sitian.

He led Yang Mingzhu to the sofa and they sat down.

As for dancing, Li Changlin had absolutely no interest whatsoever.

"Brother Changlin, what would you like to drink?" Yang Mingzhu quickly adjusted her mood.

Her relationship with Luo Sitian, though cordial, had been limited to high school.

Since they had both gone on to different universities, they had rarely kept in touch.

The two chatted, while Wang Yifan and Luo Sitian were already dancing gracefully in the center of the hall.

"Young Master Wang, you seem to be in a bad mood," Luo Sitian observed, her eyes shining with admiration as she looked up at the handsome, powerful man before her.

"I am," Wang Yifan admitted without much concealment, speaking about Yang Mingzhu’s high school best friend. "Do you see that Li Changlin? What right does a loser like him have to be with Mingzhu?"

"Maybe Mingzhu is just using him as a cover!" Luo Sitian giggled at Wang Yifan’s comment.