703: Chapter 703 [Houtu's Legacy]: Another Function!

That evening, the top-floor banquet hall of the Seoul Hilton Hotel.

It was brilliantly lit, with crystal chandeliers illuminating the entire hall as if it were broad daylight.

Hundreds of lingerie designers, brand representatives, and fashion media reporters from South Korea, Japan, China, and various Southeast Asian countries gathered together.

Ye Chen had changed into a casual suit.

Bing Lan held his arm, wearing a wine-red velvet gown. The deep V-neckline revealed her delicate collarbones, while the cinched waist design outlined her slender waist that could be held in one's hands. The hem of the dress trailed on the floor, swaying gently with her steps.

Her long hair was pinned into an elegant bun, with a few stray locks falling by her ears, making her cold, delicate face appear a bit more charming.

The moment the two stepped into the banquet hall, the previously noisy hall fell silent for an instant.

Everyone's gaze was drawn to this beautiful couple.

To be precise, they were drawn to Bing Lan.

"Good heavens... who is that woman? Isn't she too beautiful?"

"Is she Chinese? That temperament doesn't seem like someone from South Korea."

"Look at her features; there isn't a trace of plastic surgery at all. Natural! Absolutely natural!"

"The plastic surgery clinics in South Korea have a new template to use. This face is enough for them to study for ten years."

"Who is that man next to her? He looks quite handsome, but he is completely unworthy of that beauty!"

...

Several members of the South Korean elite whispered to each other, their eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Damn it!

If one could have a one-night stand with such a top-tier woman, it would be worth dying for!

Kim Tianyou stood at the very front of the crowd, holding a glass of champagne, chatting and laughing with a few South Korean young masters.

But when his gaze fell upon Ye Chen, the smile on his face froze instantly.

That bumpkin was actually standing before him, completely unscathed, at this very moment.

Kim Tianyou's expression darkened.

How is that possible?

That female assassin he sent was trained at a great cost by the Kim family and had never failed.

But now, Ye Chen was perfectly fine, yet that female assassin hadn't sent back any news...

Could she be dead?

Kim Tianyou's brows furrowed tightly, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

But he quickly suppressed that unease and put a warm smile back on his face.

The next second.

He carried his champagne glass and walked toward Ye Chen and Bing Lan.

"Miss Bing Lan, Mr. Ye, your arrival truly brings light to my humble dwelling."

Kim Tianyou was all smiles, his gaze lingering on Bing Lan for a moment before finally landing on Ye Chen's face.

"Mr. Ye, you have... much better luck than I imagined."

Ye Chen looked at him and smiled.

"Mr. Kim's luck... seems to be about to run out."

Kim Tianyou's heart rate accelerated sharply.

What does that mean?

Does he know?

Impossible!

The Kim family's assassin would absolutely never betray the Kim family!

Even if the female assassin was captured, she couldn't possibly rat him out!

Kim Tianyou took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in his heart, his smile remaining unchanged: "Mr. Ye, you really know how to joke."

Ye Chen looked at him, smiling without a word.

Just then.

A middle-aged man in a black tuxedo hurried over and whispered into Kim Tianyou's ear.

"Young Master, it's about time; the opening ceremony should begin."

Kim Tianyou nodded, took one last look at Ye Chen, and turned to walk toward the stage at the front of the banquet hall.

He walked onto the stage, stood before the microphone, and cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening."

"Welcome to Seoul for the opening ceremony of this International Lingerie Design Exchange Conference."

"I am Kim Tianyou, the heir to the Jin Conglomerate, and the representative of the organizer for this conference."

"I want to thank all the designers, brand representatives, and media friends who have traveled from afar. It is your participation that gives this conference meaning."

Applause rang out.

Kim Tianyou nodded slightly and continued.

"Tonight, we won't talk about work or partnerships; we will only talk about romance."

"The wine is prepared, the music is playing, so please enjoy this wonderful night to the fullest."

He raised the champagne glass in his hand, signaling to the entire room.

"Cheers."

"Cheers!"

Hundreds of people in the room responded in unison, and the sound of clinking champagne glasses immediately resonated.

Melodious dance music began to play, and soft lights lit up the dance floor in the center of the banquet hall.

Pairs of men and women stepped onto the dance floor, dancing gracefully to the music.

Kim Tianyou walked off the stage, carried his champagne glass to Bing Lan, bowed slightly, and extended his hand.

"Miss Bing Lan, would you do me the honor of a dance?"

His smile was elegant, but his eyes were so intense they seemed ready to devour Bing Lan.

Bing Lan looked at his extended hand but did not take it.

"Sorry, I already have a dance partner."

Kim Tianyou's smile stiffened slightly, and his gaze fell upon Ye Chen, mocking him.

"I had thought... Mr. Ye only knew how to deliver food."

This wasn't said loudly, but it was enough for several people nearby to hear.

Several South Korean men and women whispered, some casting disdainful glances.

Huh?

So he's a food delivery guy?

No way...

Does Miss Bing have some special hobby?

To actually bring such a lowly person in and even treat him as a dance partner?

Does he even know how to dance?

Ye Chen looked at Kim Tianyou's punchable face and was about to speak.

But Bing Lan spoke first.

"A-Chen, dance with me."

She said.

She took Ye Chen's hand and walked straight toward the center of the dance floor.

Kim Tianyou watched their backs, his face darkening to the extreme.

Damn it!

That woman really doesn't give me any face at all!

Just you wait!

One day...

I will make you beg for mercy beneath me!!!

The gazes of those around them darted back and forth between him and Ye Chen, the atmosphere so awkward it could wring out water.

No way...

The dignified future heir of the Jin Conglomerate was actually rejected by a woman.

And the most ridiculous part is, the dance partner she dragged along is a food delivery guy?

It's simply too embarrassing.

...

In the center of the dance floor.

Bing Lan placed one hand on Ye Chen's shoulder, held his hand with the other, and leaned forward slightly.

Ye Chen smiled wryly: "Uh... I don't know how to dance."

Bing Lan leaned close to his ear.

"Follow my rhythm, don't be nervous."

Ye Chen's mouth twitched: "No... I really can't dance."

"I know."

Bing Lan looked up, meeting his eyes, her lips curving slightly upward, "I'll teach you."

The music was a slow four-step, the rhythm soothing and elegant.

Bing Lan led Ye Chen, moving step by step.

Ye Chen's movements were as stiff as a piece of wood. He didn't know where to put his feet and kept his eyes fixed on his feet, afraid of stepping on Bing Lan's feet.

But the more nervous he got, the more mistakes he made.

The first step, he stepped on her.

"Hiss~"

Bing Lan gasped, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

Ye Chen apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, Lan Lan, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, continue."

Bing Lan bit her lip and continued to lead him.

The second step, he stepped on her again.

This time, he stepped on the same foot.

Bing Lan's mouth twitched, but she didn't say anything, just squeezed Ye Chen's hand tighter.

The third step.

The fourth step.

The fifth step.

Ye Chen's feet seemed to have eyes, specifically targeting the tops of Bing Lan's feet.

Several dusty shoeprints were already imprinted on Bing Lan's wine-red velvet gown.

The people around watching this scene had extremely colorful expressions.

"Pfft... does that man really not know how to dance?"

"Look at Miss Bing Lan's feet; she's been stepped on several times. It hurts just watching."

"How can such a man be worthy of Miss Bing Lan?"

"Exactly, he can't even dance; he's not even as good as Young Master Kim."

...

Several South Korean designers couldn't help but voice their support for Kim Tianyou.

They couldn't understand at all how a clown managed to win a beauty's favor.

Is he really a male version of "Cinderella"?

Kim Tianyou stood by the dance floor, holding his champagne glass, the arc of his mouth growing wider and wider.

So he's just a good-for-nothing who can't do anything.

With just this, he dares to compete with me for a woman?

His mood improved instantly, and he even began to look forward to Ye Chen making a fool of himself in front of more people.

However.

In the center of the dance floor, after stepping on Bing Lan seven or eight times, Ye Chen suddenly stopped.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened them again, the nervousness in his eyes had vanished completely.

He was going to get serious!

"Continue."

Bing Lan was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

The music continued.

Ye Chen's footsteps changed.

From stiff to fluid, from clumsy to elegant, from frantic to composed.

In an instant, he seemed to transform from someone who couldn't dance at all into a master of the dance floor.

His body swayed naturally with the rhythm of the music, his arm gently wrapping around Bing Lan's waist, leading her in a spin on the dance floor.

Every step landed precisely on the beat, and every turn was perfectly executed.

Bing Lan looked up at his face, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

Was the person who just stepped on her seven or eight times really the same person as the one dancing gracefully with her now?

"You... learned it?"

Ye Chen chuckled: "I cheated; I used Mental Power to master it."

Actually, it wasn't as simple as just Mental Power.

It was...

His inheritance, the [Houtu Inheritance], had recorded the "footwork" of many people dancing around them.

Then.

Filtered, summarized, and finally evolved into a complete set of dance steps.

This was also the magical aspect of the [Houtu Inheritance].

As long as it is on the earth, it can control and master it.

"Huh?"

Bing Lan was surprised, "Mental Power has this kind of function?"

Ye Chen spouted nonsense: "Yeah, otherwise wouldn't stepping on you have been for nothing?"

Bing Lan: "..."

No...

Why does it feel like I became the big sucker?

However.

Before Bing Lan could speak, Ye Chen said again: "Let's give them a little shock."

The two then threw themselves heart and soul into the ocean of dance.

Graceful dance moves!

Precise rhythm!

Stunning interaction!

Causing everyone around them to widen their eyes in shock.