Wu Mangmang looked down at herself – she was wearing a little red dress tonight, with the hem above her knees. When spinning, it would be easy to expose herself, and she wasn’t wearing safety shorts either. What a predicament.

Lu Lin was wearing a pantsuit, clearly the “dominant” type.

Wu Mangmang thought that if she were really going to be gay, she wouldn’t want to be the submissive one.

Though women together probably didn’t need to divide into dominant and submissive roles.

The current situation was like being forced into action – she had to do it whether she could or not.

Wu Mangmang had no choice but to stand up. The samba music was rhythmic and passionate, mysteriously making people want to move their bodies. Du Yijun and Lu Qingqing at the dining table were already swaying their waists back and forth in their chairs.

Lu Lin looked at the somewhat constrained Wu Mangmang, took the lead by striking a pose to start, guiding Wu Mangmang to dance slowly.

Wu Mangmang felt embarrassed and didn’t know what to do, but after a few rounds, she discovered that Lu Lin was an excellent dance partner, very considerate of her movements and steps.

Once the dance began, the old feeling quickly returned.

Wu Mangmang tried to tiptoe slightly, keeping her high heels off the grass, and during every turn she had to distract herself by reaching down to hold her skirt in place.

She turned what should have been a passionate and unrestrained samba into a shy and coy “come on.”

When Ning Zheng saw Wu Mangmang and Lu Lin moving their waists back and forth in synchronized steps, he was the first gentleman to cross his legs.

It’s said that in men’s eyes, women in red dresses are the most attractive – red symbolizes passion and abandon, most capable of catching the eye.

Wu Mangmang’s red chiffon dress spun like a red diamond, refracting brilliant light from every angle, yet the brilliance contained a shy restraint, like the snow-white, sweet, juice-filled flesh inside a red lychee shell.

“You’re something else, keeping one hand on your skirt the whole time – that dance was absolutely seductive.” Before Wu Mangmang had even returned to her seat, Lu Qingqing came up to her. “Which little vixen are you trying to seduce?” Lu Qingqing pinched Wu Mangmang’s waist.

Wu Mangmang hadn’t even caught her breath yet when Lu Qingqing twisted her waist, making her gasp sharply. Her voice came out delicate and soft, sounding for all the world like a complaint when being penetrated too deeply in bed.

Wu Mangmang quickly pressed down Lu Qingqing’s hand. “It’s not like that. I’m not wearing safety shorts today, so I was afraid of exposing myself.”

Though she kept her voice very low, those sitting nearby could still hear, such as Jiang Baoliang, who now looked up at Wu Mangmang.

Under the starry sky, even a seemingly casual remark could be heard with different implications if one was so inclined.

It was all the stars’ fault.

Lu Sui, sitting beside Jiang Baoliang, seemed to let it go in one ear and out the other, showing no reaction whatsoever.

After Lu Qingqing and Wu Mangmang took their seats, she leaned close to Wu Mangmang’s ear: “Does Lawyer Jiang have feelings for you? I saw him watching you the whole time, and when you were dancing, his eyes never moved away.”

Wu Mangmang said: “Lawyers are best at turning the tables and transferring assets. Marry them and you risk losing everything in divorce.”

Lu Qingqing nodded. “That’s true. Can’t beat them in a fight, can’t out-argue them either. Thinking about it, that’s really no way to live.”

Wu Mangmang glanced at Lawyer Jiang’s belly, then said leisurely: “I should be able to beat him.”

Light laughter came from diagonally across the table. Wu Mangmang looked over, quite suspecting she had seen or heard wrong. Lu Sui’s timing for laughing was too coincidental. But sitting so far away, Wu Mangmang didn’t think her words would have reached Lu Sui’s ears.

So what was he laughing about?

Looking beside him, only Jiang Baoliang was seated there, and neither seemed to be particularly humorous people.

Lu Sui’s eyes looked back at her. Wu Mangmang made eye contact with him briefly, then quickly averted her gaze, her heart pounding, feeling that Lu Sui’s gaze was too sharp.

At this moment, Jiang Baoliang had already stood up and walked toward Wu Mangmang, bowing in a gesture of invitation: “Miss Wu, I wonder if I might have the honor of dancing with you?”

On such a beautiful night, refusing was obviously not an appropriate choice. Wu Mangmang smiled and stood up, placing her hand in Jiang Baoliang’s palm.

“When we first met, I must have left a terrible impression on you, Miss Wu?”

Jiang Baoliang placed his hand lightly on Wu Mangmang’s waist, which undoubtedly added a touch of favorable impression of him for Wu Mangmang.

“Just call me Mangmang.” Wu Mangmang smiled. “The first time, Lawyer Jiang was quite imposing and scared me, but it wasn’t a bad impression.”

Ms. Liu had taught Wu Mangmang the life philosophy of never getting on bad terms with a lawyer – who knows when you might need them, right?

Jiang Baoliang went with the flow and called her “Mangmang.” “Regardless, I still want to salvage my image in your heart somewhat. Of course, I had no idea you were such a lovely girl. Next time if you need me for anything, I can give you a fifty percent discount.”

Fifty percent?! Wu Mangmang’s eyes widened. For Lawyer Jiang, who was considered conscientious if he didn’t raise prices, this was absolutely a fire sale discount.

Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but smile sincerely, her eyes and brows curved like that troublesome crescent moon on the horizon: “Thank you very much, but I’d still prefer to never need this favor.”

Jiang Baoliang laughed.

The two chatted back and forth until the song ended, both seeming to have more to say.

“Didn’t you say you weren’t interested in lawyers?” Lu Qingqing asked disapprovingly when Wu Mangmang returned. “Look at that belly of his – whether it’s front or back entry, even if he’s eighteen centimeters long, with that belly in the middle, he’d probably only be able to hover around the entrance.”

Though Wu Mangmang quite agreed, putting on airs was a lady’s nature, so she could only reply to Lu Qingqing: “Have you practiced this?”

Lu Qingqing made no attempt to hide her libertine nature: “He’d press you until you can’t breathe – his belly would squeeze out all your lung space.”

Although it was already evening, Wu Mangmang still wasn’t used to having late-night discussions in non-internet venues, so she began to change the subject.

The Weibo post she’d sent at dusk had already been analyzed down to every detail.

The bloodline of that pure white horse in the background had been guessed pretty accurately, and some particularly well-connected people had already deduced the horse’s owner from its breeding.

There were only a few people in the city who could buy this kind of horse, raise this kind of horse, and liked to raise them.

Wu Mangmang’s “rich and beautiful” identity was once again confirmed.

Several haters who used to say she bought fake goods on her Weibo came out to jump around again, saying she bleached the horse.

Lu Qingqing called Wu Mangmang a “scheming bitch,” but then began defending her online with all her might.

The dinner party finally ended. The gentlemen moved to the bar area for drinks, while the ladies had multiple entertainment activities to choose from, though most also chose to go to the bar area for drinks.

Wu Mangmang was exhausted and directly prepared to go upstairs to rest.

Lu Qingqing pulled Wu Mangmang back disapprovingly: “Why sleep so early? Look at them…” Lu Qingqing pointed to the people in the bar area. “They’re all interested in you, you…”

These gentlemen were all of good quality with very competitive assets. Wu Mangmang knew what Lu Qingqing meant, but she just said somewhat lazily: “It’s not necessarily a good thing.”

“Enough!” Lu Qingqing lightly hit Wu Mangmang. “Stop being modest while taking advantage. You’ve charmed the whole world, how pretentious.”

It really wasn’t pretentious.

While it was certainly the highest level of praise for a woman to be widely loved by men, it wasn’t necessarily a good thing to be pursued by most of the men she knew.

Men were very practical creatures. Before pursuing a woman, they usually weighed how difficult she would be to win over.

If too difficult, she would be goddess-level – admirable from afar but not to be trifled with. They wouldn’t take the initiative, only silently maintaining their favorable feelings.

Only those women who were easy to get, or could be obtained with a little effort, would men bother to spend thought pursuing.

Wu Mangmang understood this difference all too well. In the hearts of Ning Zheng, Shen Ting, and even Jiang Baoliang, she was the type of vain girl who should come running eagerly when they beckoned, so they could very casually come to flirt with her.

Real affection wasn’t actually like this.

For example, Wu Mangmang could see that Jiang Baoliang had looked at Shen Yuanzi no fewer than ten times throughout the evening, but he just didn’t dare to pursue her further.

Mature men could really be bastards sometimes.

Wu Mangmang began to miss her first relationship in university – that male classmate who blushed whenever he saw her. If only her illness hadn’t scared him away.

Looking back now, those times were really innocent.

Going to bed early meant getting up early. Last night Wu Mangmang had ignored Lu Qingqing’s various complaints, firmly refusing to sacrifice her beauty sleep for a few men.

At this moment, with dew still hanging on the grass leaves and the first ray of sunlight just appearing on the horizon, Wu Mangmang walked to the wooden deck by the first-floor pool, preparing to begin her spiritual yoga meditation.

But just as Wu Mangmang was laying out her yoga mat, she inadvertently looked up and saw a person on the second-floor balcony leap directly from the second floor into the swimming pool in a perfect diving arc.

Wu Mangmang hadn’t expected anyone else to get up as early as she did.

However, during morning exercise, it was best not to disturb each other, so Wu Mangmang turned her attention back to begin meditating.

Half an hour later, Wu Mangmang changed positions to prepare for sun salutations, but saw the person in the pool walking up from the water onto the shore.

Given that this person had once been particularly fond of her navel, Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but pay him tribute.

Her own navel seemed to be round, but Lu Sui’s was like a narrow eye. Indeed, what he didn’t have was what he would particularly like.

Lu Sui’s skin tone wasn’t exactly fair, but it wasn’t that tanned bronze color either – a very natural wheat color.

Above his navel were six-pack abs that marked sexiness and core strength, while below were the V-lines that countless people clamored to possess.

Really great physique!

At his age, he must spend a lot of time and effort to maintain such a figure, Wu Mangmang mused.

Staring at a man’s waist and abdomen seemed to carry some kind of suggestive ambiguity. Wu Mangmang immediately looked up, meeting Lu Sui’s gaze directly.

Wu Mangmang nodded politely. It seemed that since returning to Lu Sui’s villa, they hadn’t spoken a single word – Lu Sui treated her purely as a stranger.

The incident on his island last time, thinking back, must have been his illness acting up.

Lu Sui nodded casually and picked up the towel draped over the chair armrest to begin drying his hair.

Wu Mangmang really wanted to look away, but women’s worship of strength was like men’s love of gentleness – given the chance, they wanted to look a few more times.