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Zhao Hun approached with a beaming smile, unaware of Ding Yan's true intentions.
"Miss, you are very beautiful. I am the host of tonight's party. May I ask who you came with?" Zhao Hun inquired with a smile.
"With him." Ding Yan pointed to Jiang Chen, who was nearby enjoying some food.
"Who is he?" Zhao Hun asked, his brows furrowing slightly in displeasure as he did not recognize Jiang Chen.
"You don't need to worry about who he is. We came uninvited tonight; you wouldn't want to kick us out, would you?" Ding Yan replied with a faint smile.
"If he had come alone, I would certainly have to ask him to leave. However, since you are here, I won't drive you away. Guests are always welcome, and I feel quite a connection with you, Miss. I am Zhao Hun. Since you are here, you should know a bit about me. May I ask how to address you?" Zhao Hun said, maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor.
"President Zhao, it seems you are a man of status and family. It may not be appropriate for you to engage in too much conversation with a woman like me in such a public setting," Ding Yan replied, still smiling lightly.
"Since you are here, it is clear that you came to find me. If not for that purpose, you likely wouldn't have attended this gathering at all. I understand your intentions," Zhao Hun said meaningfully.
"President Zhao, while you may understand, I do not," Ding Yan replied with a smile that concealed her growing darkness. She never expected her mother would marry someone like him; he was no better than her biological father.
"You are quite intriguing. However, I've seen many women like you—some third-rate starlets or aspiring models—who desperately seek to attend these high-society events. What you desire, I can provide," Zhao Hun said with a grin.
"Heh!" Ding Yan scoffed softly, feeling insulted that she was being mistaken for a woman seeking wealth and status.
"President Zhao, I believe you've misunderstood; what I want is something you cannot give me," Ding Yan said coldly, her disdain for Zhao Hun growing.
"How much? Just name your price," Zhao Hun offered grandly.
"I did not come here to see you," Ding Yan stated, her expression turning icy.
"Not to see me? Then who?" Zhao Hun's cheerful demeanor faded as he grew more serious.
"Your wife," Ding Yan replied.
"What does she want to see me for?" Zhao Hun asked warily.
"Because your wife is my mother," Ding Yan said gravely.
"What? My wife is your mother? That can't be! Impossible!" Zhao Hun exclaimed in shock.
"It seems my mother hasn't told you about her past," Ding Yan said with a hint of amusement. "If you don't believe me, have your wife come meet me so we can confront each other directly."
Zhao Hun's expression darkened as he scrutinized Ding Yan, anger flashing in his eyes. After all, he was a person of status; if such a scandal were to unfold publicly today, how could he maintain his reputation in Aodao?
"This is utter nonsense! Please leave immediately; otherwise, don't blame me for being rude," Zhao Hun commanded, wishing for Ding Yan to vanish from his sight at once.
"Since I'm here, I won't be leaving. President Zhao, to avoid any unpleasantness for everyone involved, it would be best if your wife came to see me," Ding Yan replied calmly.
"You think you're something? I told you to get lost, and you still dare to haggle? Fine, since you don't know your place, don't blame me for being rude." Zhao Hun snapped angrily.
"Smack!"
Out of nowhere, a crisp sound of a slap echoed through the lively atmosphere of the banquet. Ding Yan, being a killer, may not possess the skills of an Inner Energy warrior, but he could easily handle an average person. With one swift motion, he delivered a slap that left Zhao Hun dazed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
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