Becoming The Bigshot's Only Love After Breaking Her Engagement-Chapter 487: Asking the Obvious

Zhan Hanjue brought Ye Ningwan into the banquet, first greeting a few familiar people casually.

Because Ye Ningwan rarely attended such occasions, some ladies found it novel to see her there.

Knowing that she was a practitioner of traditional medicine, her appointments were hard to come by; they seized the opportunity to chat with her.

They hoped she could check them out, tell them what medicines to take for their discomfort, saving them the trouble of booking an appointment at her clinic.

"I’ll chat with them first; you go about your business," Ye Ningwan whispered to Zhan Hanjue.

Zhan Hanjue nodded.

With so many ladies crowding around, it was indeed unsuitable for him to continue standing beside Ye Ningwan, surrounded by a chattering group making his head ache.

"Call me if you need anything," Zhan Hanjue reminded Ye Ningwan before leaving.

However, this remark was overheard by Mrs. Wang standing by Ye Ningwan.

Once Zhan Hanjue left, Mrs. Wang couldn’t resist teasing, "Mr. Zhan and Madam Zhan are truly affectionate, unlike my husband. He disappears as soon as we arrive, chatting with this chairman, that chairman, and forgets all about his wife."

"Oh Mrs. Wang, you and Chairman Wang have been married for so long; isn’t it time to retire? You can’t compare with Madam Zhan. Look at Madam Zhan’s skin, her complexion—tsk tsk tsk—it’s even more youthful than an eighteen-year-old girl’s; it’s no wonder Mr. Zhan keeps such a close watch," Mrs. Qi quickly chimed in mockingly.

Mrs. Wang’s expression turned awkward.

But upon closer inspection, Ye Ningwan’s skin indeed looked great, and her complexion too.

Under the light, it gleamed with a radiance reminiscent of the youthful glow they hadn’t seen in years.

Actually, they weren’t very old, differing in age by only a few years at most.

Some were even younger than Ye Ningwan, yet their skin was far inferior to hers.

Once her embarrassment subsided, Mrs. Wang curiously asked, "Madam Zhan, what skincare products do you use to keep your skin in such good condition? Your complexion doesn’t match your age at all. I don’t mean you’re old; your skin is just too good—could pass for eighteen."

"Mrs. Wang, you’re flattering me; it’s not that great. I’ve just been eating better lately, put on a little weight, and my skin improved as a result," Ye Ningwan replied with a smile.

However, to others, her answer implied the benefits of dietary therapy.

They all started asking loudly what she ate to achieve such good skin.

If it’s just about eating, they were willing to try.

Many skincare products aren’t credible, never mind the price; the quality is uncertain—might cause allergies instead of improving the skin.

But eating was different; it’s the simplest.

So naturally, they were more enthusiastic about dietary therapy.

Ye Ningwan hadn’t expected their eagerness; she had to share her recent dietary recipes.

Even after sharing, they weren’t satisfied.

They clung to Ye Ningwan, speaking about their recent discomforts and asking her to check their pulses.

Ye Ningwan sighed; this was one reason she disliked attending banquets.

Since learning about her profession, these ladies always wanted her help whenever they saw her.

It always made her feel like she was there to treat patients, not to attend a banquet.

After finally seeing them all, they left.

Ye Ningwan breathed a sigh of relief and took the chance to find a quiet spot to stand and grab something to eat.

Zhan Hanjue had disappeared long ago, likely finding a quiet place to chat with some company executives.

She didn’t bother searching for him, enjoying a little rest herself.

"Hello, is this delicious?"

While Ye Ningwan was eating, a beautiful woman approached, pointing at the dessert in her hand and asking with a smile.

After asking, the woman perhaps realized her question was abrupt and quickly smiled apologetically, explaining, "Sorry, it looks delicious, but I haven’t tried it. I’m curious if it’s good."

"Delicious, of course, it’s delicious; I wouldn’t be eating it otherwise," Ye Ningwan smiled back.

"Really?" The beautiful woman’s eyes lit up with delight, she quickly picked a piece and took a gentle bite.

Her way of eating was careful, bit by bit, as if afraid of hurting the dessert.

She took forever to eat even a single bite, truly savoring it elegantly without a hint of impropriety.

Watching her eat was even pleasing to the eye.

Ye Ningwan asked with a smile, "You’re a celebrity, aren’t you?"

The woman was taken aback, "You recognize me? I’m indeed a celebrity, but not really in the local entertainment industry. Not many here recognize me, I’m surprised you did."

Ye Ningwan shook her head, "I don’t; I hardly follow the entertainment circle. But seeing you reminded me of someone who is also a celebrity, you must be too."

The woman chuckled, "I’m a model, somewhat well-known. As a model, I must maintain my figure, so even when I see something I like, I only taste a bit, can’t indulge too much. I must’ve surprised you; it’s rare to see someone being so cautious while eating."

"It’s fine; as I mentioned, I know someone who eats like this too. So, I understand it’s not easy in your industry."

"You’re quite beautiful; are you interested in joining the entertainment industry?" the woman asked with a smile.

Ye Ningwan was taken aback, then quickly shook her head, "No interest."

The woman smiled gently, "I see. Judging from your attire and demeanor, you’re not an ordinary person. Hello, I’m Wanyu, I hope we can get along."

"Hello, I..."

"You had many people around you; do you know many people here?" Wanyu interrupted, asking curiously.

Ye Ningwan thought that this person was quite rude, interrupting before she could introduce herself.

But since Wanyu wasn’t interested in her name, Ye Ningwan didn’t force it.

"Not really many, just a few," Ye Ningwan replied calmly.

Having said that, she intended to leave and didn’t want to engage further.

Unexpectedly, Wanyu immediately asked, "Do you know Madam Zhan?"

Ye Ningwan raised an eyebrow.

In all of Jiangcheng, she was likely the only one called Madam Zhan.

Let alone He Qingping wasn’t Madam Zhan; even if she were, few people knew she lived with the Zhan family.

So, was Wanyu looking for Madam Zhan really her? 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"What business do you have with Madam Zhan, Miss Wanyu?" Ye Ningwan asked with a smile.

This was interesting, seeking her out right in front of her, probably not with good intentions.

Sure enough, Wanyu smiled slightly and said to Ye Ningwan, "It’s nothing much, really. I just wanted to see her—to see what kind of woman could make Mr. Zhan fall in love and be willing to marry her."