Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 39 Dance Steps Intertwined, Perfectly Matched

The scene remained frozen for a long time until the host coughed twice, bringing everyone back to their senses.

Ning Yao's expression twitched strangely twice, and she sighed inwardly, realizing that she didn't know whether to let go or not.

"President Ning, are you unwilling to do me the honor?" Wen Tingye glanced displeasedly at the dazed Ning Yao, without retracting his gesture, and held out his large hand in front of Ning Yao, his fingertips twitching slightly.

"Yao Yao doesn't want to dance with you, Mr. Wen, it's best not to make things difficult for her." Chen Xuezong stood in front of Ning Yao with a stern face, speaking up for her.

Wen Tingye frowned as he heard the man call her "Yaoyao" so affectionately, and a chilling aura emanated from his body.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere between the two, Ning Yao hesitated for a moment, patted Chen Xuezong, took a step forward, left Chen Xuezong's protective circle, glanced at him, and then placed her hand in Wen Tingye's palm.

Regardless of what others think, she only hopes that Wen Tingye can understand her meaning and has no other improper thoughts about him.

She had only business dealings with Wen Tingye, and by publicly humiliating him, the cooperation could not continue. She might even anger Wen Tingye and make it impossible for her to stay in the capital. She had no doubt that Wen Tingye, that petty man, would do such a thing.

He threatened her in the same way years ago!

Given the current situation, Ning Yao is not confident in fighting the Wen family, and besides, she doesn't want to fight the Wen family. Her target is the Ning family. She cannot let the hard work she has put in for five years be destroyed by a single dance.

Chen Xuezong also couldn't afford to anger Wen Tingye, this powerful yet petty man, otherwise his situation would become dangerous.

The moment their skin touched, Wen Tingye looked at Ning Yao's gentle smile, and the anger in his eyes gradually dissipated, but his expression remained somewhat cold.

Chen Xuezong watched helplessly as Wen Tingye took Ning Yao away. He was depressed and desperately wanted to retaliate, but he didn't want to go against Ning Yao's wishes. He knew what she wanted, and he couldn't ruin it, so he had to endure it.

Wen Tingye led Ning Yao to the center of the dance floor, and the music started playing at the right moment.

The two danced to the beat of the music with remarkable chemistry, as if they had practiced countless times, even though they hadn't rehearsed.

Wen Tingye used the dance steps to get close to Ning Yao's face and whispered in her ear, "It seems that Miss Ning has quite a few suitors."

Ning Yao gracefully turned around with her dance steps, staring straight at Wen Tingye. Her voice was soft and charming as she replied without any politeness, "Mr. Wen is not bad either. Which of the socialites attending the banquet tonight would not want to be looked up to by Mr. Wen?"

Wen Tingye sensed Ning Yao's displeasure, and his mood suddenly improved, giving him the urge to joke.

"Is Miss Ning jealous of Mr. Wen?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Yao lowered her head and gave a cold laugh, then raised her fair face, which was full of surprise.

"Isn't Mr. Wen being a little too confident? Does every woman have to like you?"

Wen Tingye's face darkened instantly, and he secretly increased the pressure on Ning Yao's waist.

"What exactly is your relationship with that guy surnamed Chen?" Wen Tingye pulled the delicate and slender woman into his arms, his possessiveness palpable.

"Just colleagues!" Ning Yao replied curtly, too lazy to discuss such trivial matters with Wen Tingye.

Wen Tingye's complexion visibly recovered, no longer as black as soot, and he was very satisfied with Ning Yao's answer.

Ning Yao didn't notice the change in Wen Tingye's expression; she was only focused on ending the dance as quickly as possible.

Everyone around had their eyes fixed on Ning Yao, the uninvited guest. No one had guessed that Wen Tingye would choose such an inconspicuous woman to dance the opening dance, but looking at their perfectly synchronized dance steps, they seemed to understand something.

Ning Yao's navy blue dress was beautiful and eye-catching under the lights, and it rippled with blue waves as she danced.

Wen Tingye always coordinated perfectly with Ning Yao's movements, turning to the side, pausing, wrapping his arm around her waist, and leaning forward along with Ning Yao's backward lean. His gaze swept over the woman's beautiful swan neck, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He was clearly enjoying the sweet process of dancing together.

With such perfect teamwork, who would believe they hadn't practiced beforehand?

It turns out that Wen Tingye's fiancée had already been chosen, but it wasn't Lian Jiaorui, but this woman who danced exceptionally well.

But who is she?

Many people are speculating about Ning Yao's identity; even those who have been to antique auctions haven't recognized her.

At the previous antique auction, Ning Yao was wearing a mask, and no one had seen her true face. For a moment, no one connected the two of them and simply regarded Ning Yao as a newly introduced focus figure.

Grandpa Wen never expected that his son would know his benefactor. Now that the two were "embracing" each other, he thought they were a perfect match. So he smiled and said with satisfaction, "Look how well their dance moves match, how well they are a good match."

"What do you mean by 'matching'? She's nowhere near as good as Jiao Rui." As the two danced passionately, Madam Wen's disgust and dislike deepened.

Not far away, Lian Jiaorui was trembling with anger. Seeing that Shen Jiangyuan was just muttering curses and doing nothing, she immediately raised her hand and slapped her on the back of the head, cursing angrily, "Useless thing, you can't help at all!"

Shen Jiangyuan was embarrassed but dared not say a word. She could only apologize in a low voice with a mournful face.

Can you blame her? She was the female companion that Wen Tingye chose himself.

This scene was witnessed by Lian Qiran, who tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

After turning his gaze away, Lian Qiran began to joke with the people around him, spreading the word that the woman dancing with Wen Tingye was probably the real candidate for the young mistress of the Wen family.

Lian Qiran and Wen Tingye have a close relationship, so his words are highly credible.

Rumors quickly spread, with everyone saying that this Miss Ning was Wen Tingye's real fiancée.

As Lian Jiaorui listened to the discussions around her, and several socialites and noblewomen who had once boasted about being the young mistress of the Wen family pointed and whispered in her direction with malicious sarcasm in their smiles, her face turned extremely ugly, and resentment arose in her heart.

Resentfully leaving the banquet hall, Lian Jiaorui walked onto the cruise ship deck in her high heels, where several burly men were already waiting.

"If this is handled properly, you'll all get your share of the benefits. Go on." After dismissing the men, Lian Jiaorui looked at the water.

She's just an unknown, ugly woman. She'll see just how capable this Miss Ning really is!