Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

Chapter 1818: Chapter 1811: Skin as Thick as a Rhino

Facing Wei Xu’s gaze, Lu Tianxing’s expression remained unchanged from start to finish, maintaining a gentlemanly posture and a faint smile on his face, as if he wasn’t the one about to be rejected, humiliated in front of everyone.

Just as Wei Xu was inwardly feeling pleased with himself, Qiu Yingrong slowly spoke: ”Young Master Wei, I’m sorry, thank you for your kind offer, but before the ball started, I had already promised Mr. Lu to be his dance partner tonight.”

Hearing Qiu Yingrong’s words in astonishment, the smile on Wei Xu’s face instantly froze, and his face turned ashen, a trace of fierceness slowly emerging in the depths of his eyes.

He originally thought that Qiu Yingrong was planning to accept his invitation to dance, but it turned out that Qiu Yingrong had only focused her gaze on him to say those words.

Especially feeling the mocking stares from around him, Wei Xu felt as if these gazes turned into slaps landing on his face, silent but stinging painfully.

After speaking, Qiu Yingrong didn’t spare another glance at Wei Xu but instead turned her gaze to Lu Tianxing, gently reaching out her delicate hand to place it in Lu Tianxing’s palm.

Holding Qiu Yingrong’s fingers, as warm as jade, Lu Tianxing smiled, not even glancing at Wei Xu beside him, as if he didn’t exist, and they walked hand in hand to the center of the dance floor.

The scariest thing in this world is not others hating you, but their utter disregard.

That’s exactly how Wei Xu felt now. He didn’t care if Lu Tianxing liked him or not. What mattered was that Lu Tianxing didn’t even look at him, as if he was just an ant or a bug underfoot, not worth noticing.

This disregard made Wei Xu’s eyes turn a bit red, his chest heaving, so enraged his lungs were about to burst.

Witnessing this scene, the people around couldn’t help but show mocking smiles. They had seen how Wei Xu harassed Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru, and now Qiu Yingrong had slapped him in the face, literally and metaphorically. Although they didn’t do it themselves, seeing Wei Xu humiliated felt incredibly satisfying.

In the crowd, a young man, barely 1.6 meters tall, wearing a black suit with somewhat dark skin, smiled exceptionally happily, as if he had just tasted honey.

Hearing the suppressed laughter from around, Wei Xu stood there dumbly as if he had been immobilized, an unprecedented sense of humiliation erupted in his heart, making his face look particularly somber, exuding a chilling aura, like an Evil Ghost from Hell.

At this moment, the previously gleeful, somewhat dark-skinned and short man with ordinary looks walked out from the crowd, touching his face as he walked: ”Ah, my face hurts too much. Unfortunately, my face is a bit dark, you can’t see it. Unlike someone with a fair face, getting slapped doesn’t show redness. Is it because his skin is too thick, like a pig not afraid of boiling water?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Xu abruptly turned his head, glaring at him fiercely, his eyes filled with sinister intent, his voice low like a growling beast: ”Zhao Yuanlong, do you really think I don’t dare to kill you?”

At this moment, Wei Xu’s voice was cold to the extreme, overflowing with undisguised murderous intent.

The man named Zhao Yuanlong laughed loudly upon hearing Wei Xu’s words, sneering: ”Kill me? Wei Xu, have the guts to try. Do you believe the Wei Family will carry your head to apologize to Lord Buddha if you dare to harm me?”

”You...”

Wei Xu stared fiercely at Zhao Yuanlong, looking as if he was about to eat him alive.

”What do you mean ’you’, Wei Xu? Can’t I touch my own face? It’s none of your business.”

Zhao Yuanlong said disdainfully: ”These days, those who are shameless are truly invincible. You brazenly ask someone to dance without even considering what you are, not a big deal.”

Saying this, Zhao Yuanlong didn’t even glance at Wei Xu’s almost water-dripping gloomy face, turning directly to walk away.

Wei Xu’s face turned exceptionally hideous, staring intently at Zhao Yuanlong’s retreating figure, his breathing rapid and chaotic, his hands clenched tightly together, veins popping on the backs of his hands, looking ready to devour someone.

The other onlookers occasionally glanced at Wei Xu with a look of enjoyment, yet they all knew very well that at this moment, Wei Xu and Zhao Yuanlong had utterly torn any pretense. If given a chance, Wei Xu would rip Zhao Yuanlong to shreds, and even Lu Tianxing would face his wrath.

For the dissolute wealthy scion, denying them face means endless hostility, let alone doing so under the public eye.

Regarding the happenings here, Lu Tianxing knew nothing, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t care. To him, Wei Xu was nothing but an ant. He didn’t want to make a scene at Jiang Tianbao’s ball, but if Wei Xu dared to push his luck, Lu Tianxing wouldn’t mind seeing him off, and if the Wei Family didn’t know their place, he wouldn’t hesitate to make them disappear.

Holding Qiu Yingrong’s hand, Lu Tianxing walked into the center of the dance floor. Initially, there was a bit of awkwardness, but as the melodious music played, even that awkwardness disappeared.

With the light dance steps, Qiu Yingrong seemed like a blooming peony, a charming smile on her face, her beautiful eyes filled with uncontainable joy.

At this moment, Qiu Yingrong felt an unprecedented happiness flooding her heart, perhaps the happiest day of her life.

This happiness wasn’t just about dancing with Lu Tianxing, but being with him. When Lu Tianxing held her hand and his other hand wrapped around her waist, Qiu Yingrong felt an unprecedented sense of security, as if as long as this man was by her side, even if the sky fell, he would hold it up for her with his shoulders.

She had never felt this way before, not even with Lingling’s biological father, yet now she felt it from Lu Tianxing, that overwhelming sense of security made her cheeks tinge with red, giving her an urge to fall into Lu Tianxing’s embrace.

Gently inhaling Lu Tianxing’s subtle scent, the complexity on Qiu Yingrong’s face vanished, replaced by a brilliant smile, tinged with sweetness and shyness, like a little girl falling in love.

At this moment, she hoped it could last forever.