Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

The evening gown Eric gave to Tan Ailing had a delicate hollowed-out floral design on the upper body and an irregularly layered skirt made of chiffon, which enhanced its ethereal quality and showcased Tan Ailing's unique Oriental beauty.

In contrast, the gown he gave to Tang Feiyan was one that only a very confident woman would dare to wear. It highlighted a woman's figure, making her look both sexy and alluring. Importantly, this gown only revealed a hint of the shoulder, avoiding the vulgarity of those that rely on excessive skin exposure to attract attention.

"Brother, how long do we have to stand here?" Little Feng Qian couldn't help but tug at Eric's pants, feeling like they had been standing for a long time.

Eric snapped back to reality and, in a gentlemanly manner, bowed slightly and said, "Ladies, your beauty shines like the sun."

Tan Ailing and Tang Feiyan both laughed. Tang Feiyan, more curious, asked, "Eric, why did you suddenly give us so many things?"

"You've been working so hard lately. I've noticed and felt bad for you. When I realized two days ago that you hadn't prepared an outfit for the banquet, I thought I'd help out…"

Although Eric didn't specifically mention Tan Ailing, she felt the same affection from Eric and was just as touched as Tang Feiyan.

Gently patting the teary-eyed Tang Feiyan, Tan Ailing said, "Shouldn't we be heading to the banquet? We're running out of time!"

"Oh, yes, let's go! Ailing, Feiyan, give me your hands." Eric extended his hands, taking one beautiful woman on each side, with little Feng Qian clinging to his pant leg.

"Alright!"

As this quartet entered the venue, they immediately attracted everyone's attention. Even without considering their top leadership status, a strikingly handsome man, two stunningly beautiful women, and an adorable little girl were hard to ignore.

A few clueless individuals were desperately inquiring about Eric and his companions, wondering if they were celebrities hired for a performance or models for a fashion show.

Once the main guests had arrived, the host quickly gathered everyone and invited Tang Feiyan to the stage for a speech. Knowing that Eric and Tan Ailing didn't enjoy such occasions, Tang Feiyan went up alone to deliver an engaging and morale-boosting speech.

"I'm going to get some fresh air on the balcony," Eric said, still uncomfortable with large crowds.

"I'll join you," Tan Ailing responded considerately.

"Sure."

The two of them leaned against the balcony, enjoying the night breeze while watching Tang Feiyan speak eloquently on stage.

"Feiyan seems perfectly suited for these occasions. She handles it with such ease."

Tan Ailing smiled and said, "She told me that if she thinks of all these subordinates as her students, she feels no pressure and even gains a sense of control, making everything run smoothly."

By this time, Tang Feiyan had finished her brilliant speech and was met with enthusiastic applause. When she announced that everyone could now enjoy themselves, the senior executives of the sixteen companies surrounded her, showering her with flattery.

Tang Feiyan glanced at Eric somewhat helplessly, indicating she had to deal with her important subordinates. Eric nodded, signaling he didn't mind.

Though it was called a banquet, it was also a dance party.

Watching the couples dancing gracefully, Eric made a deep bow and invited, "My beautiful and noble lady, may I have the honor of this dance?"

"Of course," Tan Ailing responded with a ladylike curtsy.

Eric gently patted little Feng Qian's head, who was still tugging at his pants, and said, "Feng Qian, I need to dance with your sister. Will you be alright here by yourself for a little while?"

"No problem..." Little Feng Qian shook her head, let go of his pants, and took out the handheld game console Eric had given her, content to entertain herself.

"What's going on? Why are you smiling so happily?" Eric asked with a gentle smile, noticing Tan Ailing's radiant expression, a stark contrast to her usual calm demeanor.

Tan Ailing, her movements graceful like a willow, shifted her dance steps slightly and whispered, "Eric, this is the first time we've danced together!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Eric was slightly surprised. "Really, do you like dancing that much?"

"No," Tan Ailing shook her head, "I just enjoy the feeling of moving to the music with you..."

Eric found it amusing. Ignoring their surroundings and the dozens of eyes watching them, he unexpectedly pinched Tan Ailing's cheek.

Tan Ailing's reaction was peculiar. She was initially taken aback, then her face flushed with embarrassment, and finally, a deep joy appeared in her eyes.

Tan Ailing had always played the role of the caretaker in front of Eric, a role that hadn't changed much even after Eric grew up. But this small, unintentional gesture from Eric suddenly gave her a sense of being cared for, a feeling she cherished.

Tan Ailing realized she liked having her face pinched by someone—of course, that someone could only be Eric!

Eric wasn't aware of Tan Ailing's strange thoughts; he was merely puzzled by her changing expressions and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"It's a secret," Tan Ailing said with a playful smile, a hint of mischief in her eyes that he had never seen before.

"A secret?" Noticing the change in her demeanor, Eric felt both curious and delighted. He didn't understand why she had suddenly shifted from being the "caring elder sister" to a "playful little sister," but he welcomed the change. He then exaggeratedly pulled a long face and said, "What, you have secrets from me?"

"Although this secret is a personal matter, if you really want to know, I would tell you... But since when did you become a nosy gossip?" Tan Ailing's uncharacteristic teasing left Eric unsure whether to hug her tightly or give her a playful smack on her cute little butt.

Seriously, how could she change so drastically, as if she'd let go of some burden? She was even mimicking Tang Feiyan's playful antics... No way, having one mischievous "witch" at home was already enough trouble; if there was another one, how would he manage?

Just then, a heated argument broke out in the circle where Tang Feiyan was. Eric and Tan Ailing exchanged surprised glances and then parted the crowd to see what was going on.

"Old Yang, you've had too much to drink. Let's go now..." A well-dressed middle-aged man shouted as he grabbed a short, stout man of the same age. He then turned to Tang Feiyan, who looked displeased, and said, "President Tang, I apologize. Old Yang is like this; he goes crazy when he's drunk. Please don't take it to heart. I'll take him away immediately..."

Seeing Eric and Tan Ailing enter, Tang Feiyan's expression softened slightly, and she waved at the middle-aged man.

"I'm really sorry. President Tang, we'll be leaving now..."

But just as they were passing by Tan Ailing, another incident occurred.