No one would have imagined that the snubbed Young Mistress Shang would be chosen by the eldest son of the Gu Clan as his opening dance partner.

"Dance with me!" Gu Yan emotionlessly held out his hand to her.

A familiar tall figure stood in front of her, its cold face illumined by the lights, strange yet familiar.

Ye Lu looked bewilderedly at him, unable to comprehend why he would invite her to dance publicly. She didn’t understand his motives – did he not despise her?

"Why?" Even as she asked, her hand instinctively reached out and placed it in his cold one.

"I don’t like dancing with women I’m not acquainted with. Don’t misinterpret."

Ye Lu’s face turned pale, and she bitterly laughed inside. What could she misunderstand? Misunderstand that he still harbored feelings for her, that he would rekindle their old romance? She hadn’t dared to hope for such things a long time ago.

However, being able to hold his hand this close again, feeling his presence, her heart was already furiously beating.

Gu Yan silently led her towards the dance floor.

A cold yet grand prince-like figure, a woman tranquil as a lily, they surprisingly harmonized, their combination stunningly captivating, making the guests unable to help but stop and watch.

Yuan Jiayin frowned, not expecting that the spotlight opportunity would fall into Ye Lu’s lap.

Especially the fact that Ye Lu was chosen by the proud and aloof Gu Yan. It greatly boosted Ye Lu’s worth, transforming her from a pitiful cast-off wife to a dazzling attraction, a splendid turnaround!

Even more shocked was Shang Jingchen, his brooding gaze resting on the hand Gu Yan held of Ye Lu, his face an ashen hue.

Why did Gu Yan invite Ye Lu to dance? Clearly, she was the least popular woman present, and his deliberate neglect had made her situation awkward, a laughingstock. Was Gu Yan doing this intentionally to oppose him?

There were waves of discomfort in his chest.

He completely forgot about the charming Yuan Jiayin, who was by his side, and to attend to the guests surrounding them, his eyes were just fixed on Ye Lu and Gu Yan.

Ye Lu followed Gu Yan towards the dance floor, her trembling hand in his, her eyes locked onto him, unable to see anyone else.

"Let’s begin," Gu Yan spoke faintly.

Holding her hand, he guided her in the dance across the floor. Twirling with the melodic and romantic music, they began a tango.

Ye Lu followed his lead. Initially, she was stiff, but they were a perfect dance pair, quickly finding a rhythm together.

The dancing began, their movements fluid, his bold, hers graceful. Ye Lu’s body instinctively relaxed. The passionate dance reminded her of some beautiful memories, an unconscious smile broke out at the corner of her lips.

"This is ’Gone with the Bullets," Ye Lu gave a small smile, no melody could be more familiar.

Because it was the music Gu Yan had chosen the first time he taught her the tango, a very famous masterpiece.

Though Gu Yan appeared cold on the exterior, he had a great love for the passionate tango and danced exceptionally well.

Perhaps since he was confined to a wheelchair for so long, once he recuperated, he often invited her to dance. He always seemed so happy while dancing, releasing his inner warmth that was otherwise hidden behind his usual gloominess.

"Yes, ’Gone with the Bullets,’" Gu Yan’s frosty face warmed considerably with the passionate dance.

When the climax of the music rang out, Gu Yan raised his hand and forcefully lifted Ye Lu’s right hand, she danced around him non-stop, spinning, then sat on the floor with her left knee bent and her right leg extended, looking up at him with a smile.