The servants whispered among themselves, "The young lady's expression changed again..."
"It must be because she's in contact with Young Master Lin Xuan."
"Absolutely. Only Young Master Lin Xuan can stir her emotions like this."
"I suspect the young lady misunderstood something about Young Master Lin Xuan earlier. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, her attitude towards him has softened again."
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan felt the sensation of being watched finally fade away.
He let out a sigh of relief.
That feeling of being stared at was truly unpleasant.
Every time someone watched him like that, it reminded him of the period when Hua Bao had locked him in that small, dark room...
A message from Su Hua soon came through.
[Alright. After watching the show, remember to come back early, Ah Xuan. Also, at the victory banquet, you are not allowed to have any involvement with other women.]
Lin Xuan agreed readily. [Yes, don't worry, Hua Bao. I will definitely stay far away from those women.]
Lin Xuan put his phone away.
Calculating the time, those society ladies who had gotten skincare products from Lin Qingwan should be having skin problems by now.
A woman's face is something she values immensely.
If their skin issues were solely caused by Lin Qingwan's skincare products, they would undoubtedly come to confront Lin Qingwan immediately.
All he had to do now was sit back and wait for the show to begin.
The reporters looked at Lin Xuan. Although they knew this wasn't the best time to interview him, they couldn't resist gathering around him.
Catching Lin Xuan was usually incredibly difficult, as he was rarely seen in public.
Now that they finally had a chance to see him, they couldn't let this opportunity go to waste.
They left Lin Qingwan's side one by one and surrounded Lin Xuan. "Mr. Lin, may we ask, does your attendance at the victory banquet for DR Cosmetics—your elder sister Lin Qingwan's company—signify an improvement in your relationship with her? Are you planning to return to the Lin family?"
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "The purpose of my coming to Lin Qingwan's company victory banquet will become clear to you all shortly."
The reporters keenly sensed something amiss.
Was Lin Xuan implying that something was about to happen at the banquet...?
"Mr. Lin Xuan, what did you mean by that? Is something going to happen at DR Cosmetics?" a reporter couldn't help but press.
"Yes, Mr. Lin Xuan. You just said you wouldn't cause trouble at the banquet. Doesn't that contradict your statement? Are you going back on your word?"
Lin Xuan smiled slightly. "Gentlemen, would you prefer to be escorted out of the hotel?"
The reporters obediently closed their mouths.
Lin Xuan was the owner of the Royal Hotel. If he wanted them thrown out, it would be a simple matter for him.
And given Lin Xuan's temperament, he absolutely would have them removed.
They couldn't afford to leave now.
Staying here was the only way to get first-hand information.
They had a premonition that what was about to happen at the banquet would be extremely dramatic. This was a golden opportunity for traffic, and they couldn't miss it.
The reporters dispersed from around Lin Xuan and turned their cameras back towards Lin Qingwan.
Lin Qingwan had paid them to be here and asked them to livestream.
Now that the banquet was about to officially begin, they started their live broadcasts, focusing their lenses on Lin Qingwan.
They noticed that every time their camera panned to Lin Xuan's face, the viewer retention in their livestream rooms spiked.
Therefore,
they made a point of lingering their shots on Lin Xuan from time to time.
The comment section scrolled frantically.
— Ahhh! My male god is so handsome, so incredibly handsome!
— Stop filming other things! I want to see the gorgeous guy! Don't move the camera away!
— Bro, more shots of Lin Xuan, please! I don't care about some victory banquet, I just want to look at the handsome guy!
Random netizens who stumbled into the livestream, seeing it was a company victory banquet, initially lost interest and were about to leave. But then the camera swept across Lin Xuan's face.
!!!
Holy cow! What kind of heavenly beauty is this?
They stayed in the livestream and didn't leave.
The cameraman also shrewdly managed to get Jiang Yutong, who was sitting not far away, into the frame.
Jiang Yutong's appearance was also stunningly beautiful.
Many men stayed in the stream because of her.
Comments:
— Who is this young lady? She's really beautiful.
— I have a bold idea. Could this young lady and this handsome guy have something going on between them?
— Impossible, right? If they were really a couple, why would there be a man sitting between them? Gosh, both of them are just too good-looking. I really want to drive a forklift and move that third-wheel out of the way!
Lei Hui suddenly frowned.
Why did he feel a chill around him?
Lin Qingwan had spent a fortune on promotion on Hu Yin (TikTok). Lei Hui had also arranged for people to push notifications for Lin Qingwan's banquet livestream in advance.
Countless people scrolled onto the livestream.
Liang Yilong hadn't gone to any gathering; instead, he had gone home.
He sat on the sofa looking utterly dejected.
Liang's mother urged him, "Yilong, you must hold onto Jiang Yutong properly. Her family background is excellent. If you can marry her, you'll be set for life."
"I know. You don't need to worry about this," Liang Yilong replied irritably.
"Just as long as you know."
Liang's mother knew her son usually didn't require much nagging.
She didn't press further and went back to scrolling through Douyin (TikTok) on her own.
She also came across the livestream of Lin Qingwan's company victory banquet.
"Isn't this Jiang Yutong?" Liang's mother exclaimed in surprise.
She took her phone over to Liang Yilong.
"Son, look quickly. Isn't this Jiang Yutong?"
Liang Yilong, thinking his mother was mistaken, glanced over casually.
Seeing Jiang Yutong's figure on the phone screen,
his gaze froze.
It really was Jiang Yutong!
Liang Yilong soon also spotted Lin Xuan on the screen, separated from Jiang Yutong by just one seat.
After watching the livestream for a while, Liang Yilong gripped the phone tightly.
Hah.
Jiang Yutong kept stealing glances at Lin Xuan.
Sometimes she seemed to want to talk to him, hesitating as if holding back.
Wasn't this clear evidence she liked Lin Xuan?
Jiang Yutong was really treating him like a fool!
No!
Perhaps Jiang Yutong never even considered him worthy of her attention.
"Why is Jiang Yutong dressed so revealingly? Look, her neckline is so low you can almost see her chest. Son, after you marry her, you need to discipline her properly," Liang's mother said.
"Don't worry, I'll discipline her well."
Liang Yilong emphasized the word "discipline" heavily.
He would definitely teach Jiang Yutong what it meant to be a proper wife.
A dark glint flashed in Liang Yilong's eyes.
Back at the banquet venue.
The host stood on the stage and announced loudly with a smile, "Next, let's welcome the star of today's victory banquet, the owner of DR Cosmetics, President Lin Qingwan, to come on stage and say a few words!"
"Clap clap clap—" A wave of enthusiastic applause erupted around the room.
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