At around 6 pm, the Wang's family villa where the dinner banquet was going to be held officially opened its doors.

Since Wang Yong was the heir apparent of the Wang family, the party was also a way of intermingling between the young second generation of Beijing's upper circles.

The guest list itself was extensive, since a slight omission in the invites might very well offend a powerful family. There were already many people gathered inside, from prominent lawyer colleagues of Wang Xiong to important business partners of the Wang family.

As the host, the Wang family itself spared no expense at hiring famous chefs across the country to cook the food, and their family villa had nearly been transformed into a high-end nightclub with its multitude of colorful LED lights and electronica music.

Of course, this mostly catered to the tastes of the younger generation, since they were the successors of the influential families backing them. The Wang family had deliberately done this to allow Wang Yong to form connections with them.

Wang Xiong knew that his son had affections for the daughter of the Nian family, and if he were to succeed, then it would be a big boost to their reputation and business.

But Wang Xiong was a realist. It was what made him a good lawyer. He knew that the young miss of the Nians was closely affiliated with Lu Shen, and there might be a chance that his son's hopes would end up being dashed in disappointment.

It would be best if Wang Yong introduced himself to the young misses of other powerful families in the meantime.

There were reporters eagerly waiting for the guests to arrive at the main entrance, since the party was semi-private. Several top businessmen that were known to appear in TV posed with their escorts, the women wearing long flowing gowns and shiny jewelry.

Other important figures also had their photos taken, as the bright flashes of several cameras exploded like miniature fireworks in the night.

A sleek white car parked in front of the driveway, and a graceful yet sexy female stepped out wearing peep toe stilettos. She was dressed in a body hugging white dress that showed all of her curves, but the low chignon that neatly swept up her hair made her look classy. All the reporters went crazy when they saw her.

"Nian Zhen, look here!"

"Miss Nian Zhen!"

All of them clambered up to photograph her, and Nian Zhen did justice to her image by flashing all of them a delicate smile. Wang Yong, who was greeting the guests, immediately saw her.

Excusing himself, he called out to Nian Zhen and offered her his arm, while the paparazzi gobbled this up. Newspapers and magazines would have published by tomorrow lengthy articles how the birthday boy himself attended to the beautiful daughter of the Nian family, and whether there were any speculations as to the young master's feelings for Nian Zhen.

"I heard that the Great Dragon King is coming too!"

After the two of them left, the reporters started chatting about the most awaited guests in the dinner banquet. At the top of the list was, of course, the CEO and Chairman of the Lu Corporation, Lu Shen.

"I kind of wondered why he didn't come with Nian Zhen. Aren't they close? That would have been a big scoop!"

"Are you nuts? Did you forget the story of that unfortunate reporter who dared to take a photo of the Great Dragon King? Their whole agency had been reduced to bankruptcy!"

"I wonder why he doesn't like having his photograph taken? No matter what angle of shot you take of the Great Dragon King, his photo has the potential to be the magazine centerfold!"

"Well, even if I can't take a shot of him, just feasting my eyes on that flawlessly handsome face would make this old woman think that standing outside in the cold has been worth it!"

...

Eighteen miles away, at Lu Shen's villa.

Hui Yin frowned as she looked at herself in the floor length mirror, spinning her body here and there. She had borrowed a gown from Sister Su, but their sizes were a bit different.

And although the yellow color was not particularly bad, it was not to Hui Yin's taste.

She darted a glance at the walk-in closet, where the dresses Lu Shen had bought for her had lain untouched. Should she wear one of them, just this once?

Hui Yin bit her lip, stuck in a dilemma.