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"Alright, alright, everyone go in. I'm a VIP member here, so I have some pull. Letting one more person in won't raise any eyebrows," Li Wenhou said grandly.
Throughout the exchange, Jiang Chen remained expressionless. Li Wenhou's little tricks seemed like a clown's performance to him—ridiculous and laughable.
Qin Shasha and Jiang Lu were naturally displeased with Li Wenhou's fickleness and initially didn't want to go in. However, Jiang Chen casually remarked, "Let's go take a look, Shasha, Xiao Lu. If you want to ride horses, this is a rare opportunity."
"Then let's go see," Jiang Lu pouted, her innocent demeanor showing her emotions openly. Yet she didn't mind; she had indeed been interested in horseback riding after watching it on television. Qin Shasha's interest in riding was minimal, but she was definitely willing to go inside and take a look.
The racetrack was bustling with activity.
"Miss Ni, Bowen is over there. I'll take you to meet him," Li Wenhou said, pointing to a Caucasian man not far away.
The man appeared to be around thirty years old, handsome, standing about six feet tall, dressed in well-fitted riding attire while leading a white horse and chatting with a few people.
"Thank you for your help. By the way, Mr. Bowie, what is his personality like?" Ni Xingyi asked nervously.
"It depends on who he encounters. If he meets a beauty like Miss Ni, he will naturally be gentle. But if he runs into certain people, it might not be so pleasant," Li Wenhou said, casting a pointed glance at Jiang Chen.
However, Jiang Chen couldn't care less about him; he was casually observing the horses at the racetrack. Although the horses on Earth couldn't compare to the spiritual steeds of the Xiu Xian World, there were still some good breeds that could potentially become spiritual horses if fed with spiritual herbs.
Li Wenhou had no idea what Jiang Chen was thinking and assumed that Jiang Chen was deliberately avoiding him. His disdain grew as he pondered how to get rid of Jiang Chen. Every time he saw the three beautiful women accompanied by Jiang Chen, it filled him with annoyance.
Ni Xingyi forced an awkward smile; although she disliked using her beauty as flattery, there was no denying that for women, looks were a source of confidence.
To meet Mengli Delson, the top designer, she was willing to put herself out there.
"Mr. Bowie, hello! A friend of mine would like to meet you," Li Wenhou approached Bowen Delson with an overly respectful demeanor.
Seeing Li Wenhou's attitude towards Bowen Delson made Ni Xingyi frown. She had initially thought they were friends, but now it seemed that Li Wenhou's excessive deference indicated that their relationship was more of an unequal acquaintance than anything else.
But none of that mattered now; Ni Xingyi quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Bowie, hello! I'm Ni Xingyi."
Bowen Delson ignored Li Wenhou's flattery and instead looked at Ni Xingyi with interest.
"I know you! The dresses you designed last year with distinctive Huaxia elements received high praise from my grandmother," Bowen Delson said with a smile. Although he appeared quite gentlemanly on the surface, an underlying arrogance was evident.
As a descendant of the Delson Family, he felt equal even when facing members of the British Royal Family.
"Really?" Upon hearing this, Ni Xingyi was overjoyed; she hadn't expected her work to be praised by such an industry giant.
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