The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Old Zhang’s birthday banquet was not as grand as one might imagine.

Because there were many people, they chose a very quiet resort. The dishes were not particularly abundant, adopting a buffet style. There was no lobster, abalone, shark fin, or sea cucumber; just some light dishes. This also aligned with Old Zhang’s usual simple style.

Everyone who came knew his temperament, so naturally, they didn’t bring any cash gifts, just some bouquets and inexpensive local specialties piled up on the table by the entrance, a dazzling array.

He didn’t invite any old friends today. Instead, most of the guests were young talents. They, of course, knew they weren’t here for mere food and drink but because this man thought highly of them.

With such a clear message, Old Zhang was in a dominant position, and wouldn’t everyone present hope to earn his recognition and rise to success from then on?

Especially tonight, the Zhang Family’s youngest daughter, Chuchu, appeared publicly for the first time.

Miss Zhang was meticulously dressed. Though not stunning, she was pure and lovely, with a complete youthful freshness. Her long skirt trailed on the ground, her hair was jet black, and her eyes bright. Her amiable mother was constantly by her side, carefully protecting her.

She also had two brothers who were tirelessly catering to her needs, while her sisters-in-law were equally warm and attentive—after all, it was her first time attending such an event.

Initially, she was a bit nervous, timid like a small deer, but gradually, she began to brighten up.

Because they all flattered her and complimented her, all she could hear were words of praise.

Yet, her eyes continuously searched through the young talents, chasing after a familiar figure.

Among these people, he stood out remarkably.

It wasn’t just because of his height, nor simply his handsomeness, but rather his demeanor: the younger rich heirs appeared slick and frivolous, lacking depth; those older seemed crafty and slippery, lacking authenticity... He alone was polished by time, outstanding and unique.

His physique was even more eye-catching.

In an era where effeminate men prevail, the room was filled with men exuding more femininity than masculinity, either skinny as a stick or with a premature beer belly. Otherwise, they wore glasses, looking superficially refined but morally questionable.

Not him.

He was very strong.

Maintaining an excellent physique from his prime years, without a trace of excess fat, yet robust and powerful. From afar, you could feel his uniquely intense, masculine charm.

He resembled the Lion King.

It was this charisma that always made him the idol among women, the hero in their eyes, the man’s man.

As the key contributor to this victory, he became the focal point of the entire event.

Everyone sought his favor, pleased him, believing his future to be boundless.

He was surrounded by stars, like the moon.

It was a man’s golden years, career, wealth, endurance, refinement... all at their peak, even his physical condition. A little more would be excessive, a little less would be lacking; what they called being in the prime of life was precisely this.

For a young girl who was just beginning to experience love, how incredibly alluring was this?

The flattery of the young men seemed so shallow, like rootless duckweed.

Perhaps they too were once the white knights in countless girls’ hearts, but compared to him, they were nothing more than greenhorns, soft and powerless, without any attraction.

How could sheep ever compare to a lion?

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