The wine reception was held in the ballroom of a luxury hotel, where every guest arrived dressed impeccably—men striving hard to project their polished, gentlemanly demeanor, while women adorned themselves in vibrant attire, with full busts, beautiful legs, and slender waists on full display. As Su Wu entered, she immediately became the center of attention. With her Eastern features and tall, elegant figure that rivaled even European women, she embodied perfection. Familiar guests approached her to greet, while strangers inquired about her identity. Upon learning that she was the daughter of Su Kui, the leading figure of the Tangren Association, many guests expressed apprehension, while others were stunned—perhaps thinking that such a distinguished lady had ended up as a thief. Of course, this identity also brought her several advantages, notably making many men with modest charm hesitate to approach her. Yet, as always, there were those who stepped forward with courage—no matter how outstanding she was. A golden-haired man with a well-combbed, full-back hairstyle brightened at the sight of her, apologized to several men who were currently engaged in lively conversation, and walked over with two glasses of champagne in hand. His name was Hagris, the only child of the late mob boss, who had recently assumed his father's position just a few months ago. Under his firm policies, he had successfully handled several dissatisfied subordinates and now wielded considerable influence. He was handsome and well-mannered, and aside from his status as a "black family" heir, few of the men present could match him. "Dance, it's such a pleasure to meet you here," Hagris smiled, offering her the champagne. As for Su Dan, she glanced at him but did not take the glass he offered, instead speaking in a neutral tone: "I'm sorry, I only drink red wine—I never drink champagne!" Hagris' expression tightened, yet he maintained his smile and said, "I seem to have forgotten that—could the waiter come over, please?" A steward in a tailcoat, carrying a tray, hurried over upon hearing the sound, bowed respectfully to the two of them. Hagris placed the champagne on the tray and reached for a glass of red wine to offer it to her, but Su Wu took a glass herself first, thanked the steward. Though the Tang people's association and the Mafia were competitors in the same field, they frequently clashed, with both sides often fighting fiercely for their interests—especially during the past十余 years when Hagris's father held power, when relations between the two groups had deteriorated to a near point of hostility. Since she first met this young Mafia heir, Su Wu had never given him a warm reception. "Wu, why not extend yourself to others?" Hagris maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, saying, "The past difficulties were caused by the previous generation. We two had no inherent disagreements, did we?" Su Wu turned to him, her expression serious, and replied, "The conflicts indeed originated in the past, but who can guarantee that such conflicts won't be passed down to the next generation?" Hagris quickly expressed his intentions: "Please rest assured—now that the Mafia is under my leadership, I won't let this contradiction continue. Will you give me a chance?" "Sorry, I never get involved in matters between families. These words should be directed to my father." Su Wu remained as cold and distant as ever, adding, "As for a chance—what do you want?" Hagris straightened up, serious and earnest, saying, "Since the very first time I saw you, I've been deeply captivated. Will you accept my love?" "No," Su Wu said with no ceremony. "Why should I accept you? Just because you're handsome, or wealthy and well-connected? You have all these qualities—I don't lack any of them. Give up now!" Even with his great refinement, Hargris could not accept such a firm rejection. After all, there were many people around both of them who were listening intently—being publicly turned down in front of them left him deeply embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and managed a rather strained smile, "If that's the case, then I won't disturb Miss Su anymore. But I won't give up—I will move you with my genuine sincerity!" Su Wu simply turned her gaze to the side, ignoring him entirely. After Hargris left with a disgruntled air, Su Wu murmured softly to herself, "Unless Grandma is completely foolish, she would agree to date you. Who in their right mind would want to spend a lifetime dealing with the underworld? Having a father who's deeply entrenched in the criminal world is already quite a hardship. Now, to add a boyfriend who's also navigating the corporate world—then I'd rather take my own life!" As she spoke, an unexpected figure came to mind. She was startled—how could she have remembered Qin Feng, who was so reserved? She quickly shook her head, pushing all those unrealistic thoughts away. With her long legs, she walked over and began chatting with a few familiar women her age. One petite European girl, glowing with admiration, said, "How can you not believe me? I swear I saw it clearly—the man is truly handsome. He has a refined Eastern face, and his smile can mesmerize you. He has broad shoulders and strong arms… I already feel like I'm falling in love!" The listeners around her looked utterly unimpressed. Su Wu asked, "What's wrong with her?" "A girl replied, 'She went to the restroom to touch up her makeup just now and came back transformed. According to her, while in the restroom, she encountered a handsome man from the East—so elegant and refined that she nearly stumbled and fell. He kindly caught her, steadied her, and then smiled and left. Isn't that incredible? How could a handsome man appear in the ladies' restroom!' 'How impossible!' said the petite, graceful girl. 'When I regained my composure, I noticed the window of the restroom was open—so the gentleman must have climbed in through the window!' The ladies began to chuckle, even suggesting he might have flown in through the window. Su Wu started to doubt. If this were ordinary, she wouldn't have believed it either. But lately, she's actually gotten to know someone who prefers to go through windows rather than doors. Still, it seemed impossible—after all, the rather reserved man had mentioned he'd rather stay at home than attend any galas." "Alright, tell us about his appearance," one of the girls prompted. The petite and graceful girl, clasping her hands together, recalled thoughtfully, "He wasn't particularly tall, with a very well-proportioned build. He had a high nose and bright, lively eyes. As for his mouth—" Su Wu found herself once again involuntarily recalling that quiet, unassuming figure, wondering just how similar they were.