Chapter 2227 - Zhao Youqian’s Fiancée (1/2)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan was on his way to the training ground. He had just left his room when he saw Zhao Manyan, who was dressed up fashionably. His bleached-blond hair was nicely groomed, while his eyes were dazzling like the stars in the sky from his contact lenses, or so Zhao Manyan thought.

Zhao Manyan knew how to put on makeup to cover the blemishes on his face. As a pure man, Mo Fan was not fond of that.

“What are you up to now?” Mo Fan asked him.

“I’m on a mission. Didn’t you ask me to keep an eye on the students who might be affiliated with the Black Vatican? He’s going to a ball tonight, so I have to blend in too,” Zhao Manyan said cheerfully.

“I’ll check on Lily and see if she has any new clues for us. Don’t just focus on satisfying your lower body,” Mo Fan warned him.

“Who do you think I am?”

“I don’t see you as a human.”

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Zhao Manyan ignored Mo Fan, and continued on his way like a true gentleman.

The ball was being held in the Aorus Sacred Institute’s main building. Many students in garish and beautiful clothes were entering the hall. The EDM playing in the hall was loud and clear outside the building. Zhao Manyan was already grooving to the beats before he even reached the hall.

Zhao Manyan shook his head in rhythm and snapped his fingers to the beat as he went inside the hall.

The lights in the hall were mainly purple and red. They were flashing like lightning in the hall, vaguely showing alluring legs and tightly-clad buttocks on the dance floor. Every man there could feel their adrenaline rush just watching them.

Zhao Manyan wove through the heady mist of perfume. It had been a while since he had last enjoyed an atmosphere like this. He subconsciously pulled off his best moves.

As a prince of nightclubs, how could he live up to his reputation if he did not have the necessary skills?

After some energetic dancing, Zhao Manyan found himself in a quiet corner for a quick rest.

A woman was playing on her phone in the same corner. Her hair was tied above her head, with fringes on both sides. It was simple yet delicate.

“I’m guessing that you don’t know how to dance, but the next song is a duet dance. I guess I’ll have to ask someone else,” Zhao Manyan spoke up.

The woman looked up at Zhao Manyan and replied with a smile, “I know how to dance, but I already have a dance partner.”

“He’s not here yet, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be playing with your phone,” Zhao Manyan noted.

“Mm, maybe he forgot the time,” the woman said.

“We can’t let such a good song go to waste. It’s my favorite song, listen…” Zhao Manyan started singing as the song’s prelude was playing. His gentle voice was very close to the woman’s ears.

Zhao Manyan had already reached his hand forward before the woman could react.