Even though Chen Yingxiong thought his acting was realistic and that he really looked like a refined and sophisticated aristocrat, in Ivanka's eyes, who had grown up in high society circles, this person in front of her was nothing more than a bumpkin.

But she wasn't displeased because he wasn't a gentleman; she just didn't want to be bothered at this time. "I'm sorry, sir." Although she was in a bad mood, Ivanka still politely refused the stranger in front of her with a smile.

Just because she hadn't been surrounded by people for a while didn't mean she was unpopular, but rather because she used this smile to turn away many men like Chen Yingxiong who came up to chat with her.

Those courteous gentlemen, after being rejected, though feeling regretful, would still smile and bid her farewell.

But if Ivanka thought that the person in front of her would do the same, she would be sorely mistaken.

When it came to beautiful women, Chen Yingxiong didn't have much going for him except for his thick skin.

Seeing that she had rejected him, Chen Yingxiong was not discouraged. He knew that to pick up girls, one had to be bold, meticulous, and shameless.

People with a sense of shame can't pick up girls; you have to be brazen.

Chen Yingxiong didn't smile politely and leave; instead, he stayed where he was and smiled at Ivanka.

This time, the smile on his face was no longer the pretended gentlemanly smile, but his usual one.

"I see you're pretty bored, and I'm pretty bored too. Look, in the vast sea of people, at such a large banquet, we're both bored. Doesn't that mean we have a special connection?"

"No, I don't think this banquet is boring. It's for the African children who don't have enough to eat..."

Chen Yingxiong yawned and shrugged. "Actually, it's just boring. No matter what the reason, boring is boring."

With that, he reached out and rubbed his eyes, and tears came out again...

Seeing a man who was dressed quite decently, yawning so casually at such a classy banquet that he even squeezed out tears, Ivanka became somewhat interested in the man in front of her.

"Doing charity is not boring, sir."

"I didn't say charity was boring; I said the banquet was boring, beautiful lady." Chen Yingxiong kept calling her "beautiful lady." At first, it would make people think that he was sincerely praising Ivanka, but now it would only make people think that he was teasing her...

"Don't you think everyone is just using the excuse of doing charity to get together to eat, drink, and then exchange information and make connections? It's a pity that I'm neither a billionaire nor an influential member of the upper class, or a high-ranking government official, so this occasion is really... ha—" Chen Yingxiong couldn't help but yawn again.

"Sorry." After yawning, he said to Ivanka, but there was no apology on his face. He was looking at Ivanka with a helpless expression. "Now you know how bored I am, right?"

Ivanka was amused by the sleepy-eyed, helpless guy in front of her. The way he yawned was just too funny.

But just as the happy emotions were climbing into her heart, the troubles in her heart resurfaced like ghosts, making the smile on her face disappear instantly.

Chen Yingxiong found it strange. The woman in front of him had a face that changed unpredictably, wanting to smile but not wanting to smile, looking very worried.

"You have something on your mind?" he asked.

"No, I don't," Ivanka denied without hesitation.

Chen Yingxiong nodded. "Okay, that's your personal privacy. I won't ask unless you take the initiative to tell me. We can talk about something else. I guess you're Eastern European?"

Ivanka shook her head, but her eyes widened with surprise. "No, I'm American. But I have Eastern European blood because my mother is Czech."

Chen Yingxiong whistled, happy that he had guessed correctly. "I knew it. I've seen a lot of Eastern European beauties. They're all like you, with long blonde hair, a tall figure, and fair skin..." Chen Yingxiong gestured with his hands.

"But you don't seem like an Eastern European, sir," Ivanka directly ignored Chen Yingxiong's indirect praise of her appearance.

"Right, can you guess where I'm from?" Chen Yingxiong took the opportunity to play the "guess who I am" game with her, subtly shortening the distance between them.

It had to be said that if Chen Yingxiong's skin wasn't so thick, there wouldn't have been any of the following stories.

"Japanese?" Ivanka guessed.

"Have you ever seen a Japanese person this tall?" Chen Yingxiong compared his height.

"Korean?"

"Do Koreans have eyes as bright as mine?" Chen Yingxiong widened his eyes and asked. "I'm Chinese."

"Ah..." Ivanka was slightly surprised. "I rarely see... uh, see Chinese people. Sorry."

"It's okay, I don't mind at all."

"Well then, Chinese boy, why are you here?" Ivanka didn't know exactly how old Chen Yingxiong was, but looking at his childish face, she knew that he was at least younger than her, so calling him "Chinese boy" wasn't too far off.

"I'm a Versace spokesperson!" Speaking of this, Chen Yingxiong was very proud. Versace was a well-known fashion brand, and being able to represent Versace should be a remarkable thing.

Hearing Chen Yingxiong say this, Ivanka was taken aback. She looked Chen Yingxiong up and down, her eyes filled with doubt.

"What? Don't believe me?"

Ivanka shook her head. "I'm just surprised... as far as I know, Versace doesn't seem to have ever hired... uh, a spokesperson from China?"

Looking at Chen Yingxiong's height, he did have the makings of a model, but from a model's point of view, he was too burly... which didn't fit the aesthetic standards of the modeling world.

Ivanka *** used to be a model, and she still occasionally walked the runway, so she had the most say when it came to models.

"Are you a Chinese model?" she asked.

Chen Yingxiong didn't expect her to think he was a model. He really didn't know what about him looked like a model... In his opinion, no matter how many muscles those male models had, they couldn't get rid of the suspicion of being too effeminate, and he didn't like it at all.

"No, I'm not a model." Chen Yingxiong waved his hand quickly. He didn't want to become one of those sissy male models.

"Then you are..."

"I am a professional football player." Chen Yingxiong puffed out his chest. He had always been proud of his profession.

"Football?" Ivanka asked.

"Football." Chen Yingxiong nodded.

Ivanka didn't expect to meet a player here. Looking at his figure, he seemed to be one...

"What a coincidence, my father also owns a football team in the United States."

As soon as Ivanka mentioned her father, she remembered something—when she had just started dating Jared, her father, Donald ***, had regrettably stated that he would have preferred his daughter's boyfriend to be a muscular athlete rather than a refined-looking pretty boy...

Thinking of her boyfriend again, the warmth on Ivanka's face instantly turned cold again.

Unfortunately, Chen Yingxiong didn't notice the change in her expression. He was happy—his eyes lit up when he heard this. Wasn't this a common topic!

"Do you like football?" he eagerly asked.

"No, not at all."

A bucket of ice water was poured over Chen Yingxiong's head, drenching him to the bone.

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When Chen Yingxiong returned to Dracula's side, he had just finished talking with someone else. Turning around, he looked at Chen Yingxiong. "I can tell at a glance that you're disappointed and frustrated."

"That's right, it's written all over my face..." Chen Yingxiong said weakly.

"It seems luck didn't favor you."

"I've confirmed one thing."

"What?"

"She is indeed a princess who has received a good education and grown up in a good family. I can feel her impatience, but she never directly shows it, which is simply impeccable..." As Chen Yingxiong said this, he turned his head to look at Ivanka ***, who was frowning slightly and alone. Chen Yingxiong, who had crawled out of a pile of nightclub girls, was very interested in this princess-like woman. Ivanka *** gave him a completely new experience.

"Mr. Aurora, I think I'm starting to like her..."

"But obviously, there's a huge gap between you two." Dracula poured another bucket of cold water on Chen Yingxiong.

Having been doused with two buckets of cold water, Chen Yingxiong glared at Dracula unhappily.

"And it's a bit late. It's said that she and her boyfriend are about to get engaged. She's already taken."

"Not necessarily," Chen Yingxiong retorted. "What if she's already taken? I'll loosen the soil for the beautiful flower."

"Okay, what can you use to conquer her? In terms of money, she has a thousand times more than you. Do you know how much inheritance she can get? Twenty billion dollars. In terms of family background, her boyfriend is the son of Charles Kushner, a New Jersey real estate tycoon. Jared Kushner is a well-known book publisher in New York, and Ivanka herself is also a wealthy heiress. They are a perfect match."

"Uh..." Hearing that the enemy was so powerful, Chen Yingxiong also grinned.

"I can understand how you've felt this season, having hardly tasted any meat. But some women are destined not to be for you, Hero," Dracula kindly reminded him. "If you really plan to loosen the soil for the beautiful flower, you have to look at the target. Underneath this beautiful flower is reinforced concrete..."

Chen Yingxiong was a little unwilling. He initially went to chat her up only because she was beautiful, different from the others at the banquet, and attracted his attention, plus he was extremely bored.

But now he found that the more he looked at her, the more he liked her, and he had the urge to have some kind of story happen between him and this melancholy princess. He didn't care whether he could walk into the hall of marriage with this woman, because love wasn't equal to marriage. Those family backgrounds and wealth shouldn't be obstacles to the emergence of love, but rather problems to be considered when getting married.

He looked at Ivanka *** like that, and then said a classic line: "Are kings, lords, generals, and ministers born with blue blood? Who says that if there's a goalkeeper, you can't shoot? What I'm best at is shooting and scoring!"

After saying that, he strode towards the worried Ivanka *** again.

This time, he didn't even hold a pretend wine glass. He just walked straight towards Ivanka, not like he was going to chat her up, but more like he was going to challenge someone to a duel.

Dracula watched his back and shook his head slightly.

It was rare to see someone picking up girls with such heroic spirit...

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ps, the second update is here, the burst is still going on!

The off-field drama and girl-picking scenes that the masses love to see are here!

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