Li Chuan offered Cheng Huai a polite nod before turning to Rong Shu, a small smile playing on his lips. “Lu Qi told me you know how to dance. Care to teach me?” To his surprise, Rong Shu was in a great mood. “Of course.” As they made their way to the dance floor, Cheng Huai snapped back to his senses, shaking his head with another sigh. “That model… he’s really something else.” With his background as a model, Li Chuan was a natural, picking up the steps with ease. The DJ had already bathed the stage in a swirl of new colors, and under the glittering lights, the two moved in perfect sync. From his table, Lu Qi whistled in appreciation as he sipped his drink. Perhaps because she was out of practice, her heel wobbled on the final move, and she suddenly stumbled backward. But Li Chuan’s reflexes were sharp. He swept an arm around her back, pulling her flush against him. Pressed against his chest, Rong Shu could hear the frantic drumming of his heart. And that was the exact moment Fu Jingting walked in. The woman he knew—always so poised and demure—was now draped in another man's arms, a captivating, sultry siren. Fu Jingting’s expression froze, the lines of his face hardening into a dark, terrifying mask. Li Chuan murmured in her ear, “He’s here.” Rong Shu had already spotted him in the large mirror across the room. She offered a smile, as if she hadn't noticed him at all, and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m a bit hungry. I’m going to get something to eat.” Li Chuan released her and they left the dance floor together. As he passed Fu Jingting, he paused for a fraction of a second, his gaze lifting to meet the other man’s. To Fu Jingting, the look was a clear challenge. “Rong Shu, stop right there!” Her back to him, Rong Shu paused before turning around. A cool, faint smile touched her lips. “Mr. Fu. What brings you here? If I recall correctly, you weren’t on the guest list.” Fu Jingting’s gaze first fell on Li Chuan, meeting the younger man’s hostile stare. He narrowed his eyes, but his words were directed at Rong Shu. “You should be more mindful of your actions. We’ve only just divorced, and you’re already stirring up all this gossip. You may not care, but the Fu family has a reputation to uphold.” Rong Shu found that laughable. “You have no right to lecture me. Besides, who I like and who I’m with is none of your business, is it?” “You’re wrong. I have no desire to meddle in your affairs, but you’re making such a public spectacle of yourself that word has already reached my grandmother.” The man stood his ground, his face a grim mask, his gaze as cold and dark as the night. The smile on Rong Shu’s lips froze. “The Old Madam is back?” “She is. And she wants to see you.” Fu Jingting’s lip curled into a cold smirk as he shot a pointed glance at Li Chuan behind her. “Of course, if you’re too busy on your date, you don’t have to go.” Without a backward glance, the man turned and left. Rong Shu’s expression was conflicted. After a moment’s hesitation, she moved to follow him. “Rong Shu.” Seeing that Li Chuan was about to follow, she turned back to reassure him. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” Watching her retreating figure, the light in Li Chuan’s eyes dimmed. Just then, he noticed a figure lurking near the corner. Cheng Huai emerged with an awkward look on his face, clearing his throat. “Uh… I was just outside having a smoke and happened to overhear.” Li Chuan’s expression was frigid. He ignored him. Cheng Huai rubbed his nose, amused by the other man’s hostility. “You like Rong Shu, don’t you? Relax, I have no intention of competing with you for her.” Li Chuan shot him a frosty glare. “It’s getting late, Mr. Cheng. You should probably head back.” And with that, he walked away. Cheng Huai stood there for a moment, stunned, before shaking his head with a wry chuckle.