96 Master Player (2/2)

That's right, Wang Yong's favorite hobby was to play games. In his mind, he had already tagged Lu Shen as an enemy that needed to be slain.

”Wang Yong, I'm sure you already know Brother Shen. Yinyin is his fiancée.”

Nian Zhen's eyes narrowed as she said the last part, but anyone looking at her friendly smile would be hard pressed to find the animosity hidden beneath her words.

Wang Yong was even awed at her composure, since he knew that Nian Zhen had feelings for Lu Shen. Such magnanimity...he felt a bit guilty at the joy that filled him to the brim when he heard that his love rival had gotten himself a fiancée.

Yes, I don't have to fight with a master player anymore!

This was perhaps the best birthday gift that anyone could have ever given him.

Wang Yong looked at Hui Yin with gratitude, because she was the precious benefactor that made it all possible.

Wishing to repay his debt, he said kindly to her, ”Do you want me to introduce you around? Of course, if CEO Lu doesn't mind.”

”He doesn't mind, and I'd like to meet new people,” Hui Yin quickly said, wanting to distance herself from Lu Shen.

She could already feel the numerous set of eyes being trained on her, since several people had turned around when Nian Zhen called Lu Shen. A fervent discussion had already spread over the party, as they wondered about the identity of the beautiful woman beside the Great Dragon King.

Some had speculated that Hui Yin was a young miss from a wealthy family, because her outfit easily exceeded six digits. A few hopeful socialites that wanted to be the one to snag the Great Dragon King suggested that she might be a cousin or a family friend, and Lu Shen was only there to help her fit in.

But all of them agreed on one thing: that the girl must be quite special to Lu Shen, for her to be allowed to accompany him.

Hui Yin, the target of their envy and jealousy, didn't feel quite special at the moment.

Lu Shen had a truculent set to his mouth when he heard Hui Yin's response, drinking his—fifth? sixth?—glass of red wine without pause. As he watched the girl beside him take a step forward towards Wang Yong, his hand tensed around the wineglass, so tightly that the fragile stem was about to snap.

”You—”

But before he could finish, Nian Zhen butted in between him and Hui Yin, blocking the girl from his view.

”Brother Shen, Senior Fang He was wondering where you were. Why don't we go and greet him?”