The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 334 - 333 "Qu Tong" Can’t Dance

Chapter 334: Chapter 333 "Qu Tong" Can’t Dance

Rong Yueqing and Xiang Bin, having never played before, were initially quite scared, but being in a team and led by others, they gradually found the joy in it.

Rong Yueqing was guided by Qu Tong, while Xiang Bin followed Xiong Lie, Ke Jun with Hu Qing, and He Zhou was accustomed to cooperating with Xu An.

At the beginning, everyone joked that Rong Yueqing’s choice to follow Qu Tong was a sure loss, but Rong Yueqing, with her peach-blossom eyes brimming with gentleness, said, "I trust the Prince’s Consort sister."

Who could let down the trust of such a gentle and adorable beauty?

"Don’t worry, I’ll lead you to victory," Qu Tong said indulgently as she helped Rong Yueqing put on the helmet.

Rong Yueqing unconsciously blushed.

Xiong Lie teased, "If the boss sees this, he might spill his jar of vinegar."

Qu Tong laughed, "He won’t, His Highness is very generous."

People laughed and started the competition.

It wasn’t until Qu Tong led Rong Yueqing to several first places that Xiong Lie began to question his life, and the others admired them profoundly.

Due to time constraints, there were many things they could only try once, but that was enough to set hearts racing.

Rong Yueqing’s face was flushed with excitement, and a gleam appeared in the eyes of Xiang Bin, He Zhou, and the others.

In the end, Song Ke had to leave early due to some matters. Fei Wenxing’s Cheng Yao taught Qu Tong how to play billiards, and afterwards, they went to enjoy the hot springs together.

The men didn’t know that Qu Tong and Rong Yueqing each had their own room.

Butler Chi reminded everyone that the banquet was about to start, and only then did Qu Tong lazily change her clothes and head to the hall.

The banquet wasn’t really her affair; it was left for everyone to network.

Qu Tong strolled leisurely back to her seat, sat next to Xu An, and followed his spellbound gaze to see Song Ke chatting happily with a man with a distinguished appearance.

"Sister," Xu An said, regaining his composure when he saw Qu Tong approaching.

Qu Tong observed Xu An’s expression, confirming he wasn’t too heartbroken, then inquired with curiosity, "Brother, what’s with you and Song Ke?"

She had clearly felt Xu An had some interest in Song Ke before, but then she didn’t see any interaction between them, and her brother hadn’t taken any initiative either.

Xu An gave a bitter smile, "There’s nothing between us; we simply aren’t from the same stratum."

Even now, relying on his sister’s finances, he was still not one of the deeply grounded, wealthy socialites.

Song Ke also simply considered him a normal friend; he had let go a long time ago.

Qu Tong understood that even though Song Ke was low-key, friendly, and without pretense, it didn’t hide the fact that she was the Song family’s young mistress. Her father was the dean of a research institute, her mother and relatives also held high positions, their status on Capital Star second only to Lan Weiying.

But she felt Xu An wasn’t bad either; everything depended on one’s own choices.

He might not be born into wealth or power but could still create his own wealth and power. After all, she had such good resources.

Qu Tong encouraged him, patting Xu An’s shoulder half-jokingly, "The opportunity is there for you. If you’re interested, you could meet more people. You are the brother of the Prince’s Consort. We are still young, and the cost of trial and error is low."

Xu An looked at his confident and radiant sister and smiled in relief, "I got it, thank you, sister."

Just then, a man with a side part and dressed in a brown-red suit approached respectfully and introduced himself briefly.

Qu Tong, noticing that he spoke eloquently and with grace, showing the breeding of an aristocratic family in every gesture, casually engaged in conversation.

But in no more than three sentences, the side-parted man took the opportunity, while praising Qu Tong, to propose that his family owned a food processing plant, one of the top three groups in the Canaan Empire, seeking a mutually beneficial partnership with Qu Tong’s family farm.

Qu Tong looked around; Ke Jun and Xiang Bin were busy. She had no choice but to seek help from Xu An with a pleading look.

Xu An nodded reluctantly, stood up, and spoke to the side-parted man, "My sister has other matters to attend to, and I am also in charge of the farm’s export cooperation. Let’s talk over there."

"So, you’re the brother of the Prince’s Consort! Very good, very good! Please, this way," the side-parted man said. Seeing that there were too many people around the other two managers, he thought to try his luck with the boss herself.

Once Xu An left, he never made it back, and Qu Tong watched, amused, as numerous people handed him their business cards.

She really did prefer being a hands-off manager.

Because Gu Xiu was standing guard beside her, few people came to bother her.

Qu Tong took out a bunch of pre-washed grapes from the Space Button, casually giving Gu Xiu a box as well.

Gu Xiu had grown accustomed to being fed from time to time whenever he followed Qu Tong around, and he accepted the box with a neat thank you, but did not eat them right away.

Energy Fruits with a Purification Value of one hundred percent, who wouldn’t love to eat them?

A coquettish and flamboyant girl sat down opposite.

"Long time no see, The Prince’s Consort."

Qu Tong raised an eyebrow, smiling gently, "Long time no see, the beautiful Miss Mi Nuo."

While Mi Nuo greeted her, her eyes lingered on the grapes in Qu Tong’s hand.

Qu Tong took another plate and pushed it towards her, "Aren’t there any at the banquet?"

Accepting the energy fruit that emitted a tempting fruity fragrance, Mi Nuo’s mood lifted, "They are, but I can’t be bothered to fight over them. What if I stain my new dress?"

Qu Tong’s response was a smile and nothing more.

After eating two grapes, Mi Nuo suddenly leaned on the table towards Qu Tong, and said slyly, "I just saw your husband exchanging looks with Lan Weiying."

Expecting to see an interesting expression on Qu Tong’s face, Mi Nuo was surprised when Qu Tong calmly popped a grape into her mouth, looked up, her gaze passing over the top of her head, "Really? Husband~"

The man’s expression shifted slightly, his eyes only on Qu Tong, "No, Miss Mi Nuo is mistaken."

When Si Yuting arrived, Gu Xiu automatically stepped aside, giving the petrified Mi Nuo a meaningful look.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, Mi Nuo quickly distanced herself from the socially embarrassing scene.

Si Yuting approached Qu Tong but did not sit down, speaking in a voice that was neither loud nor soft, "If Ali doesn’t believe it, we can check the surveillance."

Qu Tong smiled meaningfully, "Of course, I believe you."

Si Yuting frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject, "Does Ali dance? I’ll teach you."

Qu Tong looked at Si Yuting seriously, "Your Highness, I can dance."

Si Yuting was taken aback, his outstretched hand still hanging in mid-air.

Qu Tong just watched Si Yuting quietly, waiting for his reaction.

Qu Tong sat on the couch, looking up.

Si Yuting stood beside her, looking down.

As if gazing at each other across a long river of time.

"Then, would Ali like to dance with me?" Si Yuting’s complexion was serene, his lips curving into a gentle smile.

"The honor is all mine," Qu Tong beamed, her fair, tender hand resting on Si Yuting’s warm palm.

She knew that Si Yuting should have guessed by now.

The original Qu Tong didn’t know how to dance.

The lights were soft, the music too, as Si Yuting led Qu Tong from "Rise on your toes, lift the hem of your dress, let my hand lightly rest on your shoulder, dance steps graceful, breathing shallow..."

to "The gardenia blossoms, so lovely, wave goodbye, with joy yet helplessness, as if time, like flowing water, speeds by..."

During the turn, the men and women in the ballroom spread outward from the crystal chandelier at the center, holding their partners’ hands.

Unluckily, Qu Tong bumped into the wine glass of a lady who was staring in awe.

Si Yuting’s arm pulled her, but it was too late.