C41 How about I Hug You and Jump?

Yulu's face turned red with anger as she watched Chenyu walk away. Once he was out of sight, she marched up to Yueyin.

"Yueyin, what’s the big idea? My uncle said he wanted to dance with my friends!"

Yulu's friends glared at Yueyin, looking like they wanted to tear her apart.

Yueyin shrugged innocently. "Really? All I heard was my uncle asking if anyone wanted to dance with him, but none of you stepped up."

"Who said we didn’t want to?" one of Yulu's friends snapped.

"If you were interested, why did you leave my uncle standing there all alone, ignoring him?"

Yueyin scoffed, her expression full of disdain. "Do you know who my uncle is? You think you can just leave him hanging like that? Talk about overestimating yourselves!"

With another dismissive huff, Yueyin returned to her seat, clearly satisfied.

Yulu's friends were beside themselves with frustration, realizing it was too late to fix things.

"Yulu, what do we do now?" They were all in a panic.

They had almost had Ninth Master to themselves, but their hesitation let Yueyin's group swoop in and steal him away.

"What can we do?" Yulu fumed, more frustrated with her useless friends than anything else.

"You had the opportunity, but you didn't seize it. You've embarrassed me!"

Now that someone from the other side has taken the lead, if Uncle really takes a liking to that girl, Tongtong, and marries her, she'll have to live under the influence of Yueyin forever. Everyone knows that in the Liang family, the uncles hold significant sway, with Uncle being the most respected. Whoever wins Uncle's favor gains the upper hand in the family. If someone from our side doesn't marry Uncle, my standing in the Liang family is doomed!

"It's all your fault! None of you are useful!"

Yulu sat back in her chair, fuming, refusing to engage with them any further.

Chenyu never liked participating in activities like dancing, so it was unprecedented when he brought a girl onto the dance floor tonight. Everyone was curious about the girl beside him, wondering why she had caught the attention of the Ninth Master. Could it be that the Ninth Master was finally ready to settle down and find a girlfriend?

The music in the dance hall continued, but Chenyu stood in the center without even holding his partner's hand, making it an awkward situation for Liu Tongtong. To avoid being laughed at, she started dancing on her own and tried to make conversation with Chenyu.

"Ninth Master, how about I teach you?"

It was said that the Ninth Master had never set foot on a dance floor, so he probably didn't know how to dance. With this thought, Liu Tongtong became excited. The Ninth Master, who couldn't dance, was willing to accompany her onto the dance floor. Who else could boast such an honor?

Liang Chenyu, however, paid her no mind, his cold gaze passing over her to focus on something behind her. Liu Tongtong mistakenly thought he was staring at her, and she shyly lowered her head, unable to meet his intense eyes.

The music slowly changed, and as the rhythm shifted, everyone's movements grew more animated. Suddenly, Liang Chenyu grabbed Liu Tongtong's wrist, leading her forward with large strides. Liu Tongtong thought he had finally come around and was thrilled at the prospect of dancing with him.

As the tempo rose and fell, Liang Chenyu suddenly lifted his hand, causing Liu Tongtong to spin and find herself in front of someone else. Instinctively, she took his hand.

But it was Young Master Hao?

Shen Geyao was completely stunned. It was just a change in the melody's rhythm and a spin. When she turned back, it was Liang Chenyu holding her hand!

Where was Liang Xinghao? Why had her dance partner suddenly changed to Liang Chenyu? Was she seeing things?

Just as Shen Geyao thought she was seeing things and was about to rub her eyes, she suddenly felt a tight grip on her lower back, pulling her forward. She stumbled, and before she knew it, she was pressed against Chenyu's chest.

"Don't," Shen Geyao immediately tried to pull away, but Chenyu's strong hand held her firmly in place. The music became more melodious, and everyone around them moved with a romantic grace.

Chenyu suddenly lowered his head, resting his chin on Shen Geyao's shoulder. To an outsider, it might just look like they were dancing, nothing more. But Shen Geyao's heart raced, her mind in a whirl. How did they end up so close again? What was this devil thinking?

"Uncle," she gently pushed him. "I'm a bit tired, I think..."

"If you're tired, lean on me. Or should I carry you while we dance?" Chenyu's voice was soft, almost whispering in her ear.

Shen Geyao stiffened in shock. "No, no need. I suddenly feel not so tired anymore."

She knew Chenyu well enough to know that if he said he'd carry her, he would do it, right there in front of everyone. She had experienced his domineering nature too many times before.

She didn't dare take that risk.

She glanced sideways, hoping to see if Liang Xinghao was dancing with another girl. But he had already left the dance floor and returned to his seat. It seemed he had just gotten back, while on the dance floor, a girl was left standing alone. She stood in the center, clearly supposed to have left, but instead, she stared intently at Liang Chenyu, her face full of resentment.

Finally, the girl's resentful gaze landed on her—

Shen Geyao quickly averted her eyes to avoid any misunderstood exchange of glances with the girl. She really didn't want to dance with this devil, but seeing the envy in other women's eyes, they had no idea how lucky she was. They only saw his polished exterior, unaware of how terrifying he could be behind the scenes!

After spending several nights with him, she had come to understand his beastly nature all too well. The memory of being pinned beneath him, feeling like he was about to tear her apart, sent a shiver down her spine.

She was genuinely terrified! If he had been any rougher that night, she might have been broken by him!

"What are you thinking about?" The man's deep voice was right by her ear, his warm breath almost scorching her skin.

Shen Geyao's body trembled slightly, and she hurriedly gave him a push. To ensure no one noticed the tension between them, she forced a small smile on her face, despite the resistance written all over it.

"Nothing much, Uncle," she replied.

"Isn't it wild to share a bed with your 'uncle'?" he smirked.

He didn't comment on her attempt to create distance by calling him 'uncle.'

Shen Geyao was left speechless by his shameless words. After all, he wasn't really her uncle, so what was all this talk about being wild or not?

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