A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1966: Chapter 476: Your Illustrious Presence, Held in the Palm of My Hand (Part 7)

"Young Master Lorde, I didn’t expect the Princess to fall ill so suddenly, but you really don’t need to worry too much because of this. The banquet is about to start, how about we..." She had been about to suggest that Young Master Lorde give her a lift so she could naturally become his date, but then saw Lorde suddenly get up and walk off to the side to make a call, leaving Gan Wei’er standing there awkwardly.

"Young Master Lorde."

Gan Wei’er spoke up, sounding a little wronged.

Lorde finished his call and, hearing her voice, looked over with a frown, his gaze utterly calm, as if he were looking at some stray cat or dog by the roadside, no different at all.

Gan Wei’er’s heart gave a jolt under that look, but she didn’t forget her goal and said softly, "Miss Xi Lin’s birthday party is about to start. If you just don’t show up like this, it doesn’t look very good..."

Lorde said blandly, "So what?"

"Since Sister Yun obviously can’t go anymore, why don’t I be your date? Don’t worry, I definitely won’t bother you."

Lorde’s lips curled coldly. "I won’t trouble you, Miss Weiwei. The Princess is sick—how would I be in the mood to attend a party?"

Gan Wei’er bit her lip.

After a while, Butler Ziyu led in a middle‑aged male doctor in a white coat. The doctor saw Lorde and immediately greeted him respectfully, "Young Master."

Lorde gave a slight nod. "Let’s go."

Lorde took the man upstairs.

No matter how unwilling Gan Wei’er was, she could only go by herself. The drivers here only took orders from the Princess; she wore her mouth out talking and no one paid her any attention. In the end she could only walk down the mountain road herself and hail a cab.

This was a chance to break into high society; she absolutely could not give it up.

As the number‑one socialite of Country Q, Miss Xi Lin’s birthday party of course drew plenty of celebrities and dignitaries: outstanding young men, luxury cars and debutantes, lavish spectacle beyond imagination.

Only after witnessing such a scene did Gan Wei’er realize just how much of a country bumpkin she used to be, and she yearned for this kind of life more than ever. But she had no family background to rely on; here, no one valued her, and no one bothered to talk to her at all.

The one young lady she’d finally managed to latch onto had already gone off to drink with her besties and simply had no time to entertain her.

Gan Wei’er drank gloomily by herself.

The hostess, Miss Xi Lin, made her grand entrance. She had a voluptuous, sexy figure, flaming red lips, exquisitely sultry features—like some seductive妖精, just one look from her drew wave after wave of screams from the men below. Miss Xi Lin walked past with her chest proudly out, like a queen inspecting her domain, carrying a lofty, condescending air.

The atmosphere at the party was a little wild. Gan Wei’er noticed people making out in the corner and felt somewhat nauseated. Then she saw Miss Xi Lin start a hot, pressed‑up dance with a shirtless man; the scene was explosive and provocative, and the crowd around them cheered nonstop. Gan Wei’er thought to herself that this number‑one socialite was way too loose.

What she didn’t know was that this country was open‑minded by nature; scenes like this at parties were nothing out of the ordinary, totally unlike the Hua People. In their words, those people were hypocrites.

After Miss Xi Lin finished dancing with the male model, she sat down to drink and chat with her girlfriends. Gan Wei’er happened to be standing right behind them and caught their entire conversation. When she heard a familiar name, she couldn’t help pricking up her ears.

"Why didn’t Lorde come? Didn’t you invite him?" A woman with wine‑red wavy hair asked, scanning the room to make sure she really didn’t see that figure.

Xi Lin had a cigarette between her lips, her expression lazy and sultry. At that, she said mildly, "He didn’t come."

"What? How could he not come? Xi Lin, how can you miss such a great opportunity? Once he leaves, you’ll be the one crying."

"Oh right, did you guys hear the news? Lorde seems to be getting engaged." A girl with a somewhat cute face suddenly spoke up.

The wine‑red‑haired woman looked at Xi Lin in surprise. "Wow, you really are something—quietly bagging the man without a word. And here I was worrying about you. For such a big happy occasion, you’d better treat us."

Xi Lin let out a self‑mocking laugh. "It’s not me."

The wine‑red‑haired woman said in disbelief, "How is that possible? You’re his childhood sweetheart, your families are evenly matched—who besides you could be worthy of him?"

The cute‑faced girl lowered her voice. "I heard it’s a political marriage with a Princess from some country. I only found out because I overheard my dad talking." She gave Xi Lin a sympathetic look. "Sister Xi Lin, you’ve chased him for so many years. To think he’d be that heartless."

The wine‑red‑haired woman slammed the table in anger. "Damn it, how can he marry another woman? All of Xi Lin’s efforts these years down the drain?"