novellaaa Chapter 1625 - 1607
Chapter 1625 - 1607
"Attending the banquet?" Han Wanwan raised the corner of her eye. Keeping her trapped in the villa for so long, what was the difference from captivity? And now, without any explanation, he wanted to take her to a banquet?
Ha!
Do they really think Black Spade K is made for being bossed around at will?
Han Wanwan decisively refused, "I’m not going."
"Silly child, how can you not go? This is a great opportunity to improve your relationship with Fourth Master."
Mrs. Wu assumed Han Wanwan was still mad at Fourth Master and persuaded her earnestly.
No wonder, Fourth Master’s temperament is too cold. Previously, Miss Han did so many outrageous things, naturally making Fourth Master unhappy. He was already not fond of her, and recently the two of them have been giving each other the cold shoulder for several days. Fourth Master isn’t even returning to the villa now, which is really making her worried.
In her opinion, those actions seemed like Miss Han just wanted to gain Fourth Master’s attention but didn’t know the right way. She understood Miss Han was inherently kind-hearted, and now that there’s a chance to improve their relationship, she sincerely hoped Miss Han would seize it.
So, she earnestly said, "Miss Han, you’ve been pursuing Fourth Master for so long, how can you give up halfway? You see, this whole time you haven’t even reached out to Fourth Master, and now he has sent word to take you to a banquet. What does that mean? It means Fourth Master is starting to notice you! If you can show the same persistence as before, who knows, you might actually win his heart."
Taking her to a banquet indicates Fourth Master is ready to publicly acknowledge Miss Han’s identity. This indirectly acknowledges the marriage!
Han Wanwan rolled her eyes. She didn’t believe Chu Ge would be so kind-hearted.
Although she internally rejected the idea, she still obediently sat in front of the dressing table. If she had a chance to escape the villa, she would be foolish not to use it!
Looking at herself in the mirror, with collagen-filled cheeks, she didn’t look at all like someone who had been tanned by living in the countryside, though her hands were slightly rough.
She had previously held guns and wielded sticks, already forming a thin layer of calluses, but these hands were different. Her fingers were a bit long, probably coarsened from manual labor, but with care, they wouldn’t affect her appearance. With proper maintenance, she would be fine.
An hour later, Han Wanwan looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognized herself.
She bewilderedly touched her face, sharp chin, big eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, with delicate and understated features, she had to admit she was a natural beauty, complemented by the light blue chiffon dress she wore, emphasizing her gracefulness.
Is this girl even twenty?
...
The feast celebrating the Frontier’s conquest was held in a seven-star hotel, starting at three o’clock in the afternoon. The area within a five hundred meter radius around the hotel was cleared, establishing a third-level alert status, with a soldier stationed every ten steps, ready for any situation.
Han Wanwan sat in the backseat of the military vehicle, her gaze sweeping over the soldiers. She knew that although only these soldiers were visibly present, hidden in the shadows were numerous An Ying members. If anyone dared to cause trouble, their brain would be blown out in an instant.
It seemed that M Country had put great importance on Chu Ge. Such a massive display for a single appointment as the Frontier commander was astonishing.
She hadn’t had any mission assignments in M Country before, so she was unfamiliar with the situation there. Seeing such a scene today slightly shocked her. M Country was indeed a strong nation, she couldn’t deny that. A country governed by military might, comparing martial force, J Country couldn’t compete.
And precisely because of this, the higher-ups never assigned assassination tasks in M Country. Instead, J Country often appeased M Country.
But none of this concerned her, so she hadn’t paid much attention before.
After getting out of the car, Han Wanwan walked into the banquet hall under everyone’s gaze.
At this moment, the banquet hall was bustling, filled with laughter and music, men and women enjoying themselves.
Han Wanwan’s entrance didn’t cause much of a stir, only those near the entrance noticed her.
"Who is that?"
"No idea, is she some family’s daughter? I haven’t seen her before."
"The dress she’s wearing is designed by Mr.D, there’s only one in the world. Which family’s heiress is so wealthy?"
"This dress isn’t something money can just buy..."
The mixed discussions drifted into Han Wanwan’s ears, a faint, invisible curve appeared at the corner of her lips.
She straightened her back, confidently scanning the room. She had attended many events like this, it was impossible for her to feel stage fright, but not knowing anyone here, she hesitated about where to go.
"Oh, isn’t this Han Wanwan?" A woman who recognized her gracefully approached, dressed in a black evening gown, with a matching headdress, appearing both noble and elegant.
Han Wanwan coldly glanced at her. She instantly recognized her; it seemed she was an acquaintance. She decided to wait and see how things played out.
"Tang Sisi, do you know her?" the woman’s companion asked.
The woman named Tang Sisi arrogantly lifted her chin, nodding slightly, her tone carrying a hint of disdain, "Of course I know her, she’s Han Wanwan. How could I not know?"
"What?" Upon hearing Tang Sisi say the woman in front was Han Wanwan, the nearby women were shocked.
"No way? How can she be that country bumpkin Han Wanwan? Tang Sisi, you must be mistaken."
"Exactly, we’ve all seen Han Wanwan, always dressed like some non-mainstream person, behaving rudely, but compared to this woman..."
The person hesitated, noticing there was an undeniable difference in their demeanor, but upon closer inspection, Han Wanwan, even with minimal makeup, resembled Han Wanwan in facial features. The disparity in elegance, though, made it hard to believe they were the same person.
Han Wanwan coldly watched them discuss her, without uttering a word.
"Han Wanwan, do you think by clinging onto Chu Ge, you’ve transformed into a phoenix?"
Tang Sisi, in seven-centimeter high heels, arrogantly walked up to Han Wanwan, then softly murmured into her ear, "Han Wanwan, don’t think just because you escaped once, I can’t do anything about you. This time you were lucky. Next time, you won’t be as fortunate."
Han Wanwan’s clear eyes flashed with confusion as she looked at Tang Sisi, puzzled by her words.
Does this mean the original owner’s car accident wasn’t an accident? Was it not a reckless scheme to win Chu Ge’s favor?
Thinking about it, who would joke around with their life?
Seeing the brief flash of confusion on Han Wanwan’s face, Tang Sisi contemptuously curled her lips, "I knew you wouldn’t believe the car incident was orchestrated by me. Unfortunately, it didn’t kill you that time."