Miss King saw the look on Mason Ming's face and immediately gave a knowing smile. "Oh? So you really do have feelings for Miss Yin? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Should I praise your taste, or say you're asking for trouble? The eldest daughter of the Yin Family—is she really someone you can dream about?"
After Miss King finished speaking, she sighed inwardly.
If only she had a background as powerful as the Yin Family's!
All the fresh young stars in the entertainment industry would be lining up for her to pick!
"Think it over," Miss King tossed out, then turned and walked away.
Miss King had hit Mason Ming right where it hurt. He stood there, lost in thought for a long time.
Mason Ming hung his head, looking utterly dejected.
Yeah, who was he, really?
Did he really dare to dream about the high-and-mighty Miss Yin?
Yina Yin didn’t have time to worry about Mason Ming. She hurried back to Sam Shang’s side.
Today, Sam Shang was the main focus of attention at this event.
Sure enough, as soon as Yina Yin walked over, Sam Shang whispered to her, "Grandma just sent someone to point out a few heiresses and told me to go greet them."
Sam Shang looked constipated and full of resistance.
But he couldn’t fight it.
He finally understood why his biological father had never come back all these years, never admitted he was part of the Kerr Family.
It was all because Grandma Kerr's pressure was just too much.
Back then, Grandma Kerr forced his dad to give up on love, and in the end, he left in anger.
Now Grandma Kerr was putting all that pressure on him, forcing him down the same path his father took.
The worst part was, he didn’t even have the strength to fight back.
Because his birth mother, Molly Mao, was still under Grandma Kerr’s control.
If he dared to leave the Kerr Family like his father did back then, his mother would suffer for it.
Even though all these years, Molly Mao and Sean Kerr never had a wedding, and the Kerr Family never publicly recognized Molly Mao, they never actually stopped her from seeing Sam Shang.
At first, Sam Shang thought it was the Kerr Family being merciful.
It wasn’t until he grew up that he realized Molly Mao was just a way to control him.
As a son, no matter what his mother had done, he couldn’t say a word against her.
After all, if it weren’t for what Molly Mao did back then, he wouldn’t even exist.
The whole world could criticize Molly Mao—except him.
The whole world could abandon Molly Mao—except him.
Sam Shang looked at those perfectly made-up heiresses in the distance, but to him, they were like monsters with gaping jaws, ready to devour him whole.
Sam Shang instinctively clenched his fists.
Seeing Sam Shang like this, Yina Yin felt bad too.
She and Sam Shang grew up together. He was always so gentle with her, didn’t talk much, but always paid attention.
That kind of friendship made it impossible for Yina Yin to just stand by and do nothing.
But when it came to Kerr Family matters, her parents had made it clear she shouldn’t get involved.
But with Sam Shang...
Yina Yin gave a bitter laugh. "Take things as they come. If Grandma Kerr wants you to greet them, then just do it. Worst case, just say none of them are a good fit!"
"That’s what I thought too. But if it doesn’t work once, there’ll be a second, a third..." Sam Shang gave a bitter smile. "I told Grandma I wanted to study abroad, but she wouldn’t allow it."
How could Mrs. Kerr ever agree to that?
If Sam Shang went abroad, he’d be like a kite with a broken string—never coming back.
If Sam Shang refused to marry or have kids, the Kerr Family line would end.
Mrs. Kerr was way too controlling—she’d never let that happen.
"Come on, I’ll go with you to say hi," Yina Yin nodded. "No point in trying to avoid it."
"Thank you." Sam Shang gave Yina Yin a grateful smile. That little spark of teenage crush had long since been buried deep in his heart, never to grow again.
Now that he was grown, he’d learned how to make choices.
Feelings he shouldn’t have—he just wouldn’t let them start.
With Yina Yin by his side, Sam Shang drew plenty of attention as they walked over.
"Ms. Zhou, Mona Monroe, Sunny Summers." Sam Shang put on a polite smile. "Long time no see."
These three women were the matchmaking candidates Mrs. Kerr picked out for Sam Shang.
Ms. Zhou nodded. "Young Master Shang, long time no see."
Mona Monroe smiled. "This is only our second meeting."
Sunny Summers smiled and said, "Young Master Shang looks more mature than before."
After that, the three of them greeted Yina Yin. "Miss Yin, you’re here too! Didn’t expect to see you at this event."
The three girls were all respectful, not even a hint of arrogance.
They could act proud in front of others, but never in front of Yina Yin.
Yina Yin flashed a charming smile, raised her wine glass, and said, "I’m just here to join the fun since I had nothing better to do. Good thing Grandma Kerr doesn’t mind. Please don’t blame me for crashing the party."
"How could we?"
"Of course not, of course not."
"We’d love to have you here!"
Everyone replied politely.
They chatted about trivial things, and time passed quickly.
With Yina Yin there, Sam Shang relaxed a lot.
When the party ended, everyone exchanged WeChat contacts, marking a satisfying end to the event.
As for whether they’d keep in touch in the future—who knows!
Sam Shang, for one, had no intention of pursuing it any further.
When the party was over, Yina Yin quickly said her goodbyes.
Yina Yin went to look for Ming Xin, and from a distance, saw him blocked in the middle of the road by two girls.
When Ming Xin moved left, they moved left. When he went right, they went right—obviously teasing him on purpose.
Ming Xin was so flustered his face turned red, but he had no idea what to say.
The two girls just blocked his way and said nothing else. Ming Xin couldn’t accuse them of anything, so he just stood there, blushing, staring at the ground.
Ming Xin’s awkwardness made the two girls burst out laughing.
Maybe it's just been too long since anyone's seen such a shy, innocent boy.
"Mason Ming." Yina Yin sighed helplessly and called out his name, coming to his rescue.
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The moment Mason Ming heard Yina Yin's voice, his eyes lit up, making his already beautiful face shine even brighter.
The two heiresses blocking the way turned around. Seeing it was Yina Yin, they reluctantly stepped aside and complained, "Seriously, wherever we go, you just happen to be in the way."
Wow, talk about turning the tables!
Mason Ming stammered, "I-I didn't..."
Yina Yin couldn't help but shake her head and said to the two heiresses, "I saw your drivers waiting outside."
"Oh, then we'll head back first. Miss Yin, see you next time!" The two girls giggled and ran off.
Yina Yin said to Mason Ming, "Didn't I tell you to find a quiet spot and wait for me to come get you?"
"I... I just went to the bathroom," Mason Ming mumbled, head down, looking pitiful and aggrieved.
Just like a little bride.
Yina Yin finally understood why Quentin Chin couldn't get Mason Ming out of his mind.
At first glance, he just looks so easy to bully. Who wouldn't want to tease him a little?
Look at tonight's party—how many women came over just to mess with him?
His peach blossom luck is honestly unreal.
"Alright, let's go." Yina Yin looked at him exasperatedly. "You're a guy—why do you act so much like a girl?"
Mason Ming's face flushed bright red again. "I... I..."
"Come on, let's go." Yina Yin said, "I really can't with you! You're acting more and more like a big girl!"
Mason Ming, looking all aggrieved, followed Yina Yin out of the villa and got into the car. Only then did he quietly explain, "I really don't know why they like picking on me so much. I was clearly trying to avoid them!"