Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1605: Chapter 1605 Mo Lan’s Smile

The windows were large, with no vegetation outside to block the view.

From one glance, it was clear to see Mo Lan seated at the table, surrounded by a group of men speaking passionately, baring their feelings for her.

Today, Mo Lan had braided her hair into a single plait, which she looped around the back of her head in a neat yet effortlessly elegant style reminiscent of a Royal Princess at a banquet.

She was dressed in a flowing white evening gown, classic in design, but on her, it took on an ethereal quality, turning her into a vision of breathtaking beauty, like a celestial being.

Qi Ruigang squinted at her from afar. He had rarely seen Mo Lan dolled up like this.

The last time was at the Qi Family patriarch’s birthday banquet, where she’d shocked him with her stunning appearance.

Tonight, she was even more radiant than she had been then.

Especially now, as she sat gracefully in the center, her composure regal, surrounded by men competing to capture her attention, their presence only serving to amplify her brilliance.

One man, desperate to win her favor, performed a full boxing technique display right then and there.

His moves hit with vigor and power, brimming with masculine energy, a performance so bold and dazzling it could not be ignored.

Mo Lan was thoroughly entertained, breaking into a bright, dazzling chuckle, and clapping enthusiastically to express her affirmation.

Qi Ruigang found the sight insufferable!

A circus act—what’s the appeal? Such poor taste!

Once the showman stepped down, another man in a white suit jumped up and started dancing to the tune of ”Jiangnan Style,” flaunting crude yet absurdly comical moves that sent Mo Lan bursting into uncontrollable laughter, her joy impossible to contain.

Other men, envious of the attention drawn to his antics, quickly joined in, pushing themselves to their limits in a lively competition to see who could dance the best.

The upbeat, electrifying music combined with their theatrical dance moves instantly sent the atmosphere soaring to unprecedented heights.

Mo Lan laughed even harder, nearly gasping for breath.

In truth, she wasn’t the only one laughing uncontrollably—others joined in as well, their laughter filling the air. Jian Yufei even collapsed into Ruan Tianling’s arms, clutching her stomach, overwhelmed by the hilarity.

But to Qi Ruigang, it felt as though Mo Lan was the only one laughing.

A frivolous woman, a careless woman!

Just one dance, and she’s beside herself like that.

Vulgar, tasteless, lacking ambition—

Utterly vulgar!

The more Qi Ruigang looked at Mo Lan’s laughter, the more glaring and frustrating it became.

His face twisted into a dark scowl as he shouted toward the doorway, ”Someone! Where did you all vanish to? Someone!”

After yelling a few times, a figure finally pushed the door open and entered.

”What is it?” asked the bodyguard coolly.

Qi Ruigang’s voice dripped with menace: ”I’m hungry. Bring me food!”

”You’ve only just eaten. How are you hungry again?”

”Whether I’m hungry or not is none of your business! Don’t forget what Ruan Tianling said—to meet all my demands as much as possible!”

”Fine, I’ll go fetch you something.” The bodyguard turned to leave.

Qi Ruigang called out frostily, ”Bring Mo Lan here to serve me!”

”Miss Mo is occupied right now.”

”Take that up with Ruan Tianling!” Qi Ruigang’s voice turned icy cold.

The bodyguard left reluctantly, but soon, Qi Ruigang could see him approaching the garden, leaning toward Mo Lan and whispering something in her ear.

Mo Lan shook her head lightly. From the shape of her lips, he could guess her response.

”I’m not going.”

She actually refused!

Qi Ruigang’s face turned ashen with rage. Had she forgotten it was her duty to serve him his meals?

She dared to refuse him? Fine, she shouldn’t blame him for burning bridges then.

If she wanted him to agree to cooperate with Ruan Tianling, she could forget it!

”Miss Mo, the next song is dedicated to you!” One man, holding a microphone, suddenly announced.

The other men lined up beside him, forming a long row, each immaculately handsome as they faced her directly.

Mo Lan seemed momentarily overwhelmed by the attention. ”What song?”

”Once this song is finished, you’ll need to choose one of us to dance and sing alongside you, alright?” The man didn’t answer her question, instead cryptically posing his own.