191: Kneel down and call him "Father"!

"Hahaha..."

"Ye Chen, who gave you such confidence?"

"Liang Jingru?"

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Chen Wenxuan threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain.

"You think you can compete with me just by cramming at the last minute for a few minutes?"

"Do you know that I won the youth division championship of the International Waltz Open back then?!"

Ye Chen glanced at him indifferently, his tone calm and steady.

"Stop the nonsense."

"Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll know once we take it out for a spin."

The smile on Chen Wenxuan's face vanished, and his gaze instantly became cold and gloomy.

"Good! Very good!"

"Since you insist on seeking your own humiliation, I will satisfy you today!"

"I'll let you know the difference between heaven and earth, the gap between clouds and mud!"

He waved his hand abruptly, signaling the band conductor nearby.

The conductor understood and changed his gesture, slightly quickening the rhythm of the melodious waltz.

The crowd in the center of the dance floor subconsciously retreated, clearing a central area.

Two pairs of dance partners faced each other from afar.

On one side was Chen Wenxuan and the sexy Western lady; the two of them were elegant, possessing the poise of professional contestants.

On the other side were Ye Chen and Bai Wanqing.

"Music!"

Chen Wenxuan raised his chin arrogantly. As the music started, he extended his arm and led the Western lady in his arms, gliding into the center of the dance floor first!

His steps were fluid, and every turn and spin carried a professional flair.

That Western lady was clearly an expert as well, with a supple waist and light steps, coordinating with Chen Wenxuan with perfect rapport.

The two were like two closely intertwined clouds, dancing gracefully in the ballroom.

The next second.

The surrounding guests let out a chorus of exclamations.

"As expected of Young Master Chen! This level could practically be on a professional stage!"

"So beautiful! I think I've seen that female partner somewhere? She seems to be the female champion of the last Waltz competition, Miss Eva!"

"Tsk tsk! Two champions dancing together, that guy Ye Chen is doomed to lose. There's simply no comparison..."

"It seems he's definitely going to have to call him 'Dad'! Madam Bai is going to lose face this time..."

...Almost everyone was impressed by Chen Wenxuan's professional and gorgeous dance moves, and the looks they cast at Ye Chen were full of pity.

Bai Wanqing's fingertips tightened slightly, but Ye Chen gently squeezed her hand.

"It's our turn."

He whispered softly, then took a deep breath, his eyes becoming focused.

The next second, he moved.

For the first few steps, Ye Chen's movements were indeed a bit stiff, the transitions of his steps were slightly hurried, and his harmony with the music wasn't as natural as Chen Wenxuan's.

A few suppressed sneers sounded around them.

Chen Wenxuan caught sight of this, and the mockery at the corner of his mouth almost overflowed.

However, in less than half a minute—

Ye Chen's pace began to change!

That stiffness faded quickly like melting snow.

His body seemed to completely understand the rhythm of the music in an instant. Every step he took landed precisely on the beat.

Advancing, retreating, spinning, tilting... the basic elements of the waltz were digested and absorbed by him at an astonishing speed, and quickly integrated into his own movements.

His movements were no longer just following Bai Wanqing's lead; instead, he began to lead her!

Even more shocking was his coordination with Bai Wanqing.

Bai Wanqing was a bit worried at first, but she soon discovered... Ye Chen's response was terrifyingly sharp!

A subtle glance from her, a light signal from her fingertips—he could immediately comprehend and respond in the most appropriate way.

Between the two, an invisible bridge of rapport seemed to have been established.

Ye Chen led Bai Wanqing across the dance floor, no longer limited to simple footwork, and began to try some more aesthetic poses.

Although they weren't as difficult as Chen Wenxuan's flashy lifting moves, every movement was seamless.

Gradually, the discussions around them died down.

The gazes that were originally focused on Chen Wenxuan began to be involuntarily drawn to the pair of Ye Chen and Bai Wanqing.

If Chen Wenxuan's dance was a display of skill.

Then Ye Chen and Bai Wanqing's dance was more like emotional exchange and resonance.

To the point where... the difference in quality had already become clear before anyone realized it.

The gazes of many guests changed from initial curiosity and disdain to surprise, appreciation, and even... immersion.

Chen Wenxuan also noticed the change in atmosphere.

The smugness on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of panic and disbelief.

He tried to increase the range of his movements and the speed of his spins, wanting to reclaim everyone's attention.

However... no one cared at all!

Finally, the song ended.

In the center of the dance floor, the two pairs of partners stopped simultaneously.

Ye Chen gently released Bai Wanqing's hand, nodded slightly to her, then turned and looked at Chen Wenxuan with a calm gaze.

Young Master Chen.

"Now, you tell me..."

"Who won, and who lost?"

Ye Chen's question, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, echoed in everyone's ears.

Chen Wenxuan's face turned livid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then flushed red.

He abruptly shook off the Western lady's hand, his face dark as water.

"Do you still need to ask who won and who lost?"

"Ye Chen! Are you blind? Or has your brain been scrambled?"

"I danced a professional waltz! International champion level! You, a rookie who just learned how to walk, also deserve to ask me who won and who lost?!"

After shouting at Ye Chen, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes scanning the surrounding guests who were as quiet as cicadas in winter.

"You guys say it! All of you fucking tell me!"

"Who danced better just now? Who won? Huh???"

"Speak up! Are you all mute?!"

The guests who were caught by his gaze subconsciously avoided eye contact, lowered their heads to sip their wine, and pretended to whisper with their companions... No one dared to easily answer.

What a joke.

On one side was the eldest young master of the Chen family, with a deep background and arrogant behavior.

On the other side... although it was a young man of unknown origin, the Bai Wanqing beside him was not someone they could afford to offend.

Because behind her stands the country!

So, neither side was one they dared to offend!

Seeing that no one responded, Chen Wenxuan became even more furious and was about to explode again—

Young Master Chen.

Finally, a steady voice rang out from among the guests.

A refined middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped forward half a pace.

He was an influential industrialist in City Name, and had some business dealings with the Chen family.

Facing Chen Wenxuan's murderous gaze, he steeled himself and spoke, choosing his words carefully.

"This... dance appreciation is a matter of opinion."

"However, if we only talk about the rapport with the dance partner and the emotion and tacit understanding conveyed in the dance..."

"Madam Bai and Mr. Ye's performance seemed... more immersive and superior."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if a floodgate had been opened.

Immediately following.

Several voices chimed in one after another; although their tone was tactful, the meaning was clear.

"Indeed... although Mr. Ye is a beginner, he progressed rapidly, and his coordination with Madam Bai was seamless. It's truly rare."

"Young Master Chen's technique is naturally top-notch, but... Mr. Ye's dance was more touching."

"I also think Madam Bai and the others had a slight advantage."

...Those who dared to speak were either of high status and didn't need to fear the Chen family's revenge too much.

Or they were people who wanted to cooperate with Tianyao Group and chose to take a side.

Chen Wenxuan's face turned completely black with every evaluation.

These fence-sitters who go where the wind blows!

How dare they?!

How dare they slap Chen Wenxuan's face in public?!

Damn it!

This bunch of bastards, if any of you dare to go to Malaysia in the future, I'll have someone harvest your kidneys!!!

Ye Chen took in all of Chen Wenxuan's colorful facial expressions, and a faint curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems..."

"The result is already very clear."

"Young Master Chen, in full view of everyone, the bet has been set."

"Now, shouldn't you..."

Ye Chen paused and grinned.

"Fulfill your promise?"

"Kneel down and call me 'Dad'."

"I'm waiting to hear it."

The muscles in Chen Wenxuan's cheeks twitched violently as he glared at Ye Chen.

"Bullshit! It's all fucking bullshit!!!"

"You... you're all in this together! You conspired to set me up, didn't you?!"

He pointed his finger at the guests who had just spoken, his finger trembling with agitation.

"You! And you!"

"Don't think I don't know that you have cooperation with Tianyao Group! You want to curry favor with Bai Wanqing, right?!"

"And you fence-sitters! Useless trash who follow the wind! Why didn't you dare to speak just now?"

"Now that this bastard seems to have the upper hand, you dare to come out and bark?!"

He looked like he was going mad, completely losing his composure and hurling insults indiscriminately.

"What emotion! What rapport! It's all nonsense!"

"Dancing is technique! It's art! It's not something for you laymen to watch for fun!"

"I've won a championship. Are you even worthy of evaluating me?!"

The surrounding guests' faces turned ugly after being pointed at and cursed like this.

Some showed anger, but due to the Chen family's power, they ultimately endured it, though their gazes grew colder.

More people showed undisguised disdain.

To be a sore loser and throw a tantrum, the upbringing of this eldest young master of the Chen family was truly an eye-opener.

Bai Wanqing stood quietly by Ye Chen's side and didn't speak.

At this time, she left the stage entirely to Ye Chen.

The faint smile on Ye Chen's face gradually faded, and he asked indifferently.

"So..."

"Does Young Master Chen mean that he won't fulfill his promise?"