After that, Zhou Yi didn’t approach Daisy again, choosing instead to stay by Jones’ side and accompany her in socializing.
Among the crowd, aside from the men with ulterior motives, there were also a few single noblewomen in their thirties, their gazes fixed on Zhou Yi with unmistakable heat.
At their age, some were divorced, some were widowed, and others had simply never planned to marry. Their usual pastime was keeping young, handsome men around for entertainment.
Zhou Yi, with his striking looks, toned physique, and piano skills, was exactly the kind of man who appealed to these wealthy women.
His identity quickly spread through the party.
"I know you—you’re that pianist."
"So you’re the one who plays the piano. Would you come to my estate and perform for me?"
"Come to my place instead. I have a rare, vintage piano you’d love."
"No, my house is better. The pool is huge—perfect for… anything."
The suggestive remark made the noblewomen burst into laughter.
They were openly teasing Zhou Yi.
Their intentions were as obvious as they came—they wanted to sleep with him.
They were no different from the wealthy men.
Those men chased after eighteen-year-old beauties, while these women chased after eighteen-year-old men. Both were after physical pleasure, and whether Zhou Yi was a pianist or not hardly mattered.
Jones watched as Zhou Yi was cornered and teased by them, merely pressing her lips together in amusement.
After all, Zhou Yi wouldn’t go with them. A little joking wouldn’t hurt.
She leaned in and whispered playfully, "These ladies seem quite taken with you. If they try to take you away, I won’t be able to stop them."
Zhou Yi coughed lightly. "Don’t tease me. I’m not interested in older women."
077: "Tch."
Jones grinned. "Really? They’re beautiful, wealthy—you’re not even a little tempted?"
"Really. And they don’t like me—they just like my face."
"Women can be shallow too. Liking someone for their looks is normal. I was first drawn to you because of your looks, after all."
"You’re different from them."
Zhou Yi met her eyes, and Jones’ heart suddenly raced. Blushing, she asked, "Then what kind of woman are you interested in?"
Zhou Yi feigned shyness as he held her gaze. "Someone gentle, quiet, kind, and generous… like you, Miss Jones."
Jones rested a hand on his shoulder, tilting her head. "Then dance with me, Mr. Zhou Yi. All these women have their eyes on you—I want you to look only at me."
Zhou Yi smiled faintly and took her hand, leading her into a dance.
Meanwhile, Daisy watched Zhou Yi from a corner, her gaze hesitant.
Seeing Zhou Yi and Jones standing together, a perfect match in looks and charm, stirred something strange in her chest.
She instinctively disliked seeing Zhou Yi get too close to other women.
Had she started feeling possessive of her brother?
No. Daisy knew that wasn’t right. She shouldn’t feel upset just because he smiled warmly at someone else.
Maybe… she was starting to like him.
A man who had saved her from despair—it was hard not to fall for him.
The moment Daisy realized her feelings for Zhou Yi had shifted into something deeper, her fondness for him solidified into genuine affection.
[Daisy’s Affection +2]
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