Reborn with Consumption System

Chapter 968: Chapter 393: Pretty Boy?

Under the gaze of a multitude of various eyes, Han Lie unfastened the single button on his suit with a reverse hand gesture.

The hem naturally draped, gently fluttering with each step he took.

Meanwhile, he smiled confidently and naturally, glancing back toward each pair of eyes.

Beneath the polite exterior was an unparalleled toughness.

Once he’s in a battle stance, he doesn’t care who you are!

When dealing with young second-generation wealthy kids, you mustn’t show weakness.

Most young people often hold themselves in higher regard than they should; if you show even a bit of humility, they’ll misjudge your worth.

"Nothing special" is always their first reaction at this age.

As she walked into the banquet hall, the attention on Tang Xintian heightened even further.

Then, many people were left dumbfounded...

"Is that Miss Tang?"

"Who? The Harvard beauty and academic genius?"

"Holy cow! She’s stunning! When people mentioned her before, I thought it was somewhat exaggerated. Now I understand why she’s called the number one beauty in the American Chinese student circle..."

"She doesn’t look beautiful today, does she? She’s not usually like this. Wait till you see her bare-faced with a ponytail, then you’ll know what true beauty is."

"Whoa! Sister Tang?! I didn’t realize she was so... um, fashionable while studying in America?"

"You all know her? How come I’ve never seen her?"

"She was busy with work last year and didn’t come."

Tang Xintian’s outfit could probably shock them all year; it was such a contrast to their preconceived notions.

But the discussions were kept within their small circles, and Sister Da Tang simply didn’t care.

With one arm around Han Lie and the other holding Dou Dou, Tang Xintian walked straight in, quickly finding the core group.

The banquet hall was arranged in the style of a typical Western cocktail party.

In the center was a spacious area serving as a dance floor, surrounded by dining tables, and a bar for mixing drinks was on the right side, while sofas and coffee tables lined the walls as a resting area. A small band was set up on the left of the front, next to a small stage with a screen for presentations.

Waiters in bow ties moved back and forth, offering a variety of drinks and beverages to the guests.

Tang Xintian waved her hand, declined the drink, and led Han Lie to the central group.

At this point, the core group of five had stopped chatting, staring in shock at Tang Xintian and Han Lie, whom she had beside her.

"Xintian, you..."

The speaker was a young man between 25 and 30, in the prime of youth yet no longer immature, dressed in a lavish suit with black fabric, and a shawl collar with dark patterns embroidered on it. Buttons of whole ruby were meticulously polished and embedded in platinum, looking outrageously expensive.

This guy was a muscular hunk, quite burly on the upper body, which is why he opted for a shawl collar suit, adept at hiding flaws.

His face could be described as having thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a strong, upright look.

More precisely... somewhat square.

Not ugly, surpassed the pass mark.

Mainly had that "I’m filthy rich" vibe, as blatant as the fully studded gold watch on his wrist, hard to overlook.

Yet Tang Xintian didn’t respond to him, merely lifted her eyelids and that was it.

"Sister, what’s going on? Feeling too suppressed at SPD Bank, just want to break free at the first chance?"

The second speaker was a typical northeastern guy, broad-shouldered and strong, with a buzz cut less than a centimeter on top, shaved close on the sides, the tallest of the five present, nearly 190.

Judging from his brazen use of a northeastern accent in the Magic Capital circle, his family background was evidently excellent, with no need to care about anyone’s opinion.

His laughter was hearty and loud, distinctive.

The third person chimed in immediately.

"Sister Tang, long time no see. Is this your husband?"

Just over 1.7 meters tall, slender, with pale skin, looking as if he burned the midnight oil too many times, dark circles heavy, clad in a plain white casual suit.

The youngest one there, only slightly older than Han Lie, those dead fish eyes were rather unsettling.

Well, most resembled a spoiled playboy and quite sinister.

The fourth person quickly interjected: "Xintian, rare to see you bring new friends to play, mind introducing us?"

An indescribable charisma from the handsome - Du LanTe’s kind of handsome.

This chap had wax-yellow skin, slim and tall with a slightly protruding belly, possibly an upset stomach.

His head shaped like a date pit, narrow at the top and bottom, even his chin slightly protruding forward.

Though dressed decently and cleanly, he wasn’t particularly agreeable, especially once he spoke, his quacking voice felt weak, hard to like.

Oddly enough, his attitude was the most sincere.

The fifth person was a stunning beauty, not inferior to Tang Xintian.

Wearing a red dress, a strap V-neck, revealing half a curve at the chest.

Han Lie could be dead certain, she had at most stuck a... um, Band-Aid inside.

The curve natural and full, and snow-white.

The dress had a waist-tight design, and she wore a chain around the waist, platinum inlaid with various gemstones, perched in the waist’s indentation, visually dividing the red dress into two parts.

Below the waist, all legs.

In reality, of course not possible, she just knew how to dress well.

In terms of leg length alone, Tang Xintian, around 172cm, definitely had longer legs than her; this girl stood on 8cm high heels, her thigh roots merely leveled with Tang Xintian.

Tang Xintian’s little white shoes with a red tail had at most a 2cm heel.

This girl’s talent for dressing also showed in another aspect—

She exposed quite a bit on her upper body, yet the long skirt reached her ankles, maximizing the visual deception.