422 Ballroom Dancing (1/2)
”What do you mean, I bullied her? She alone could take on ten men. Would I dare bully her? Could it be that you did not see that she was just waiting to come at me and punch me? I was scared to death!” Mo Wen said, feeling very wronged as he beat his chest.
”In the future, you are not allowed to bully women. Men should understand how to be tolerant, modest, and reasonable. How can you be so exacting with a woman?” Shen Jing glared at Mo Wen. Disregarding whether he was right or wrong, intentionally angering others just now was wrong of him.
”Milady is right. It must be corrected,” Mo Wen said giggling. After being caught in between Qin Xiaoyou and Shen Jing for a while, he was getting more and more proficient at being obedient.
Shen Jing rolled her eyes at Mo Wen. She snorted silently inside. He said it so easily. Most likely around 80 percent of him did not consider this an issue.
After that, Mo Wen and Shen Jing headed to the dining area to prepare to have some food. The party would be long and have all sorts of entertainment. Only after eating would they have the strength to have fun.
Of course, the welcoming party would not be attended by all of the passengers. To have 60 percent show up was already very good.
”When you are eating, don't keep looking around. Keep to the expected etiquette and culture.” Shen Jing placed a glass of juice in front of Mo Wen, signaling him to concentrate while eating.
Mo Wen retracted his gaze and muttered, ”So many rules.”
”Shouldn't you display your demeanor and culture in this sort of social space? Otherwise, how will you make valuable friends?” Shen Jing placed a plate of already cut-up steak in front of Mo Wen.
”It has always been others who have come to me to be friends,” Mo Wen said cockily.
”Smug,” Shen Jing said amused.
At seven thirty in the evening, more and more people appeared on deck. There were neatly and elegantly dressed men and women everywhere.
The captain of the Sword of the Seas appeared at the event, too. He was a Caucasian old man in his fifties or sixties. His name was John or something. His name was too long, so Mo Wen didn't remember it. After giving his speech, the captain announced that the party had begun. The party was divided into a few different sections. There was the networking section, recreational and sightseeing section, and the entertainment section.
”Do you know how to dance?” Shen Jing asked with a smile after noticing that Mo Wen was staring at the dance floor. The ball was usually the core session of a party. The gentlemen and the ladies usually got acquainted with friends who would be useful to them through the ball. They attended the ball with a clear purpose. Of course, there were also people there who danced for fun.
After the captain had finished giving his speech, the ball began. Melodious music encircled the open air dance floor. Even those who were not joining the ball stared at it from afar.
”I don't know,” Mo Wen said honestly. He was merely thinking that it was morally objectionable for those men and women to be hugging and dancing on the dance floor.
”I can teach you later. Gentlemen in the upper class must be equipped with such socializing techniques,” Shen Jing said with a smile.
”You know how to dance?” Mo Wen stared at Shen Jing, conflicted.
”Of course,” Shen Jing said while smiling and nodding. For ladies like her, etiquette class was compulsory.
”Never dance with others in the future,” Mo Wen said, slightly depressed. Since Shen Jing knew how to dance, surely she had danced with others before.
”Can't you be more generous?” Shen Jing was speechless inside. How small minded was this little man to be jealous about this? She had not attended a ball in a very long time.
”In the future, if you want to dance, come find me to dance,” Mo Wen said.
”First, you must know how to dance, then only you can dance with me,” Shen Jing snorted softly. This man was so overbearing.
”Wasn't milady going to teach me? For milady, a small sacrifice is nothing,” Mo Wen said with a smile.
”I offer to teach you ballroom dancing and you are the one making a sacrifice?” Shen Jing widened her eyes, looking at Mo Wen in disbelief. She really wanted to pry open his head and see what sort of weird logic was contained in that brain of his.
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After eating, Shen Jing dragged Mo Wen by the hand onto the dance floor. The dance floor was very big, big enough to accommodate many people dancing together. Above them was the starry night, and at their feet was a grass field. The night was beautiful.
The two of them had just walked onto the dance floor, and they had already attracted many gazes. Of course, those people weren't looking at Mo Wen, but rather at lady Shen Jing, who was beside him. With a slender figure, an elegant demeanor, and a charming face, Shen Jing easily became the focus of the dance floor.
”Mister, may I invite your female companion to dance?” A tall and handsome Caucasian youth in a black tuxedo approached them and nodded respectfully at Mo Wen. At a ball, a man must first acquire the permission of the male before asking his female companion for a dance.
”Nope.” Mo Wen rejected him right away without thinking. This man had the audacity to request a dance with Shen Jing in front of him. If his temper had not been greatly improved at that moment, he would have immediately killed the man with a palm strike.
The Caucasian youth was stunned for a while. To his surprise, the youth had rejected his request so blatantly during a ball. The youth was rather ignorant of etiquette. Subconsciously, the youth cast his glance towards Shen Jing, who was beside Mo Wen. Shen Jing didn't say anything. She only gave him an apologetic look.
The Caucasian youth sighed and smiled, slightly embarrassed. ”Sorry for disturbing you.” After he had said it, he turned around and left.
”When you reject someone, you should do it tactfully.” Shen Jing rolled her eyes at Mo Wen.
Mo Wen smiled while nodding frequently. As for whether he had taken the advice to heart, only heaven knew. In the world that he lived in, people always interacted with fists. Did interacting with etiquette work?