Holding a champagne flute, Chu Xing turned to Chu Mian, her gaze a study in elegant detachment. "Excuse me, miss," she said, her beautiful eyes feigning ignorance, "but I don't believe we've met." A ripple of whispers went through the crowd. The few wealthy young men who had just been chatting with Chu Mian suddenly looked as if they wished the ground would swallow them whole. "How's that for a sl