Chapter Twenty-Two: Beautiful Princess, May I Have This Dance?

Once again blocking Yang Danni’s path, Xie Qingquan forced a bitter smile. “Is he really that important to you? Didn’t he just say he wanted to be alone for a while? Can’t you just let him be?”

Yang Danni, no longer able to contain herself, had been wanting to vent her frustration on Xie Qingquan for a long time but never found the opportunity. Now, upset as she was, she no longer cared about holding back. Though her words weren’t particularly harsh, their weight was unmistakable—since she brought up the Yang family, Xie Qingquan dared not act out any further. He quickly apologized and stepped aside, but as soon as Yang Danni left, his face darkened, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.

“Is everything ready?” Ye Qian pulled Li Yan aside, sounding rather agitated.

Li Yan glanced around nervously. “It’s all set, but make sure nothing happens to him at my house, okay? There are so many people here today—if my dad finds out, I’ll be in big trouble.”

Ye Qian huffed impatiently. “I know, I know. We’ll take care of him when we’re about to leave! You be ready—I’ll call him over, and you just follow the plan!”

Li Yan nodded, casting a worried look toward Li Zhengdong not far away. She had a nagging feeling this was going too far, but she didn’t dare go against Ye Qian—the little witch who, though usually kind to her, had displayed enough cunning in dealing with others to make Li Yan unwilling to cross her.

Long Fei stood alone on the second-floor balcony, gazing at the clouds on the horizon, silent. Yang Danni, approaching quietly, saw in him a loneliness, a depth of maturity and melancholy she hadn’t noticed before.

A thought crossed Yang Danni’s mind: women are poison.

But aren’t men poison too? To her, Long Fei was the most potent poison under the sky, making her intoxicated, making her willingly rush towards him like a moth to a flame. But even if he was poison, she knew she would never regret it.

“No need to say you’re sorry,” Long Fei turned and cut off the words on Yang Danni’s lips.

“Alright, I won’t say it.” She nodded obediently.

“I’ve finally figured things out.” Long Fei’s expression turned playful, and suddenly he pulled Yang Danni close—so close their foreheads were less than five centimeters apart, their chests pressed tightly together.

It took Yang Danni a long time to calm her racing heart. With a lazy, seductive tone, she asked, “And what have you figured out?”

“Even though I’m terrified of that old man in your family, I just can’t give you up. But you have