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As far as he knows, Anne’s trip to Yan City has one purpose: to reprimand Jing.

After all, that talk of wedding dresses and rings does sound absurd.

He worries that Jing might feel intimidated and retreat under Anne Kate’s immense pressure, making it hard to execute his many plans.

However, under these circumstances, Jing seems to have triggered a certain switch.

Pressing down all the inner apprehension and panic.

A slight blush appears on her face.

With a sweet voice, she says, ”Hello, Sister Anne.”

While speaking, Jing proactively spread her arms to hug the blond, busty woman, even applying a little extra force.

Instantly, the soft C-cup is vigorously squeezed and deformed by the exaggeratedly firm E-cup.

Bringing a touch of peculiar feeling.

Zheng Qiudong and others were momentarily stunned, expressions varied.

Anne’s blue eyes paused for a moment, feeling like punching into soft cotton.

Not only was there no effect, but she felt slightly uncomfortable being stuck by the other’s strange enthusiasm.

This seemingly obedient ”little girl” appears more adept than anticipated.

Then she noticed Jing’s unusually excited, scorching eyes from an unnoticed angle.

She... seems quite off.

Anne’s eyelid twitched sharply, releasing Jing immediately, and looked somewhat peculiarly at Tang Song.

At this moment, Tang Song was watching the scene before him with great interest.

In the ”Reflection” state, he seems to clearly ”see” the swirling emotions deep within the two women.

Anne’s ”provocation,” ”contestation,” and present ”bewilderment.”

Along with Jing’s twisted, distorted desires hidden beneath the surface.

Indeed, Jing’s mental circuitry is unusual and even more intriguing than he imagined.

He glanced at the tall, lush, arrogant woman and then at the graceful, beautiful, obedient rich girl.

A mysterious smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Causing Anne’s mood to involuntarily shudder, she sat down beside Jing.

Of course, all that had just happened was a matter of moments.

To outsiders, the scene before them.

Simply appeared as a passionate blonde beauty warmly greeting Jing, with Jing also generously returning the embrace in a harmonious picture.

And at this moment, Tian Chengye finally came to his senses.

He glanced at his daughter, who seemingly could ”hold the scene.”

Then looked at the calm, enigmatic ”future son-in-law” beside her.

His face once again wore a rounded, warm smile.

After all, he is a seasoned fox in the business world, a billionaire, and most importantly, the father of tonight’s birthday party’s protagonist, Tian Jing.

After briefly losing his composure, he quickly organized his thoughts.

No matter what he had just witnessed, the priority was to figure out the background of this group of people.

Tian Chengye quickened his pace to the outer edge of the booth area, first slightly bowing to the group, and spoke in a cordial and warm tone:

”Welcome, welcome! You all are friends of Tang Song, right? I’m Jingjing’s father, Tian Chengye. Thank you so much for taking the time to attend my daughter’s birthday party, it’s truly a splendid affair!”

”Hello, Mr. Tian.” ”Hello.”

Except for Anne, the other three politely nodded.

However, Zheng Qiudong appeared particularly enthusiastic.

He stood up directly, wore his signature, Charm-filled smile.

Stepped forward voluntarily to shake hands with Tian Chengye, speaking in a humble yet fitting tone, ”Mr. Tian, you are too kind. I’ve long heard you are one of Yan City’s business leaders, and meeting today, your reputation truly precedes you.”

Upon hearing this and feeling the other’s enthusiasm, Tian Chengye’s anxiety instantly faded.

The smile on his face became even more radiant.

”Chairman Zheng, I’m the one who has admired your fame for ages! ” With a firm grip on Zheng Qiudong’s hand, he remarked, ”DHRJ is now our favorite ’think tank’ to mention...”

Their warm chat, like a breeze, dissipated the icy atmosphere that filled the banquet hall.

The crowd gradually recovered from the series of shocks just now.

Subdued murmurs rose again within the venue.

”Hua Hua...” Ni Qingli inhaled sharply, speaking in a dry, low tone, ”Jing’s boyfriend... What on earth is he...?”

”I-I don’t know either.”

Qin Hua shook her head blankly, her gaze transfixed staring at Tang Song and the others.

She had just stood beside them, personally witnessing that bizarre, almost absurd twist.

In her mind, now repeatedly playing, is Conrad Mellon’s fearful retreat and Meng Chuan’s unmistakable loss of composure.

And the trembling title that they uttered—

”Ms. Kate.”

Kate... Kate family...

The possibility sent shivers down her spine, her hairs standing on end.

Just then.

Conrad Mellon, standing before her and with a perpetually pale face, suddenly moved.

Ignoring the gaze of anyone around him, he inhaled deeply, as if making an extremely important decision.

Turned around, then picked up a fresh glass of champagne, took solemn steps towards the blonde woman.

He stopped by Anne’s seat, but did not immediately speak.

Instead, slightly bowed towards Anne, to show the highest respect.

After completing this, he struggled to speak, ”Lady Anne!” (Respected Anne!)

”Please accept my...” (Please accept my deepest apologies for my previous rashness and ignorance.)

He paused, seemingly searching for words, his voice carrying a trace of unnoticed tremor.