Chapter 25: The First Dance

Translator: Tim Editor: Tehrn/Carolin

"I can teach you," Su Jingwen replied. She knew this was an excuse; it would be difficult to refuse if someone else asked her to dance first. Her offer immediately drew curious glances. "Teach him to dance? Could that be learned so quickly?"

Wang Peng stepped forward. "Jingwen, the first dance is about to begin. I'll dance with you, and we can get some professional dancers to teach Ye Mo later." He eyed Ye Mo coldly. When did he arrive? Ye Mo wondered, noting the clear warning in Wang Peng's gaze.

Ye Mo, however, was more concerned by Wang Peng's healed hands. He knew his own technique: a sliver of chii embedded in Wang Peng's bones, undetectable by modern medicine. Only a Qi cultivator could remove it. Are there such masters here? I need to be more careful. He was a cultivator himself, hidden in plain sight, but even ordinary cultivators were no match for some masters of mortal martial arts. He cultivated both, yet his power remained relatively low.

Su Jingwen immediately rejected Wang Peng's offer, her gaze fixed on Ye Mo, who smiled faintly. Had Wang Peng not arrived, Ye Mo might have admitted his inability to learn so quickly. But now, he wouldn't back down.

"No need to teach me," Ye Mo said. "Just tell me once!" Wang Peng's annoyance flared. Learn it from just being told once? No one would believe it, not even Su Jingwen, but she only needed him to complete the dance. She doubted he could learn it so easily, but since he insisted, she explained the waltz steps, demonstrating a few moves.

"That's enough," Ye Mo said, stopping her as the music began. All eyes turned to them as they entered the dance floor. Some watched with anticipation, others with malicious glee.

Ning Qingxue observed Ye Mo, sensing confidence in his smile. He took Su Jingwen's hand, her scent filling his senses, evoking a complex, indescribable feeling. Except for his escape with his master, he'd never been so close to a woman. His heart pounded. This was unlike his last life, where Luo Ying had carried him, a fleeting moment ending in unconsciousness. Now, he held Su Jingwen's hand, moving to the music.

"Ye Mo, you cheated me!" Su Jingwen exclaimed as they danced. "You said you couldn't dance, but your steps are perfect! I don't believe you learned this from just being told once."

Ye Mo didn't explain. What good would it do? Could he tell her about his spirit sense? These moves were trivial compared to his cultivation. Instead, he asked, "Do you dance often?"

As they danced, Su Jingwen felt a dangerous attraction to Ye Mo's masculine energy and calming presence. Is he really just a student?

The onlookers saw the undeniable chemistry between them, realizing Ye Mo had been feigning ignorance. In this era, which young master didn't know how to dance?

Wang Peng's face was pale with fury, feeling betrayed and cheated. He now considered Ye Mo as low as the charm seller, vowing revenge. Ning Qingxue watched calmly, her thoughts unreadable. After the music ended, Su Jingwen lingered in the afterglow, before realizing the dance was over.

The music started again. As Wang Peng prepared to ask Su Jingwen for another dance, he saw Ning Qingxue and his eyes lit up. "Hello," he said. "My name is Wang Peng. May I have this dance?"

Ning Qingxue ignored him, walking to Ye Mo. "Ye Mo, we need to talk." Wang Peng's fury deepened. Su Jingwen knew about the broken engagement, but she wondered why Ning Qingxue kept seeking Ye Mo out.

Before Su Jingwen could speak, Li Mumei intervened. "Jingwen, I need to talk to you." Watching Su Jingwen leave, Ye Mo told Ning Qingxue, "Let's sit down." He'd planned to leave after the dance but now had to stay.

Wang Peng watched Ning Qingxue walk away with Ye Mo, his rage simmering. He would have his revenge.

In a quiet corner, Ye Mo said bluntly, "I'm no longer a member of the Beijing Ye Family. We're from different worlds. What do you want?"

Ning Qingxue paused. "Ye Mo, I don't want to say this here. Could we go to your place tonight? I need your help…"

Ye Mo was stunned. Ning Qingxue, asking to go to his place at night? Something didn't seem right.