The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Watching her daughter's back, Serena's lips curved into a charming smile, and she leaned closer to her husband, whispering softly.

"Darling, who do you think our precious daughter will choose? It's really exciting."

"There's not much to guess," Feistin chuckled lightly and said in a gentle tone, "I'm more interested in what you think of that young man. Did he manage to capture your heart?"

Hearing his playful banter, Serena teasingly pinched his arm.

"Are you really jealous?"

"How could that be?" Feistin, amused and helpless, looked at his pretentious wife and wrapped his arms around her shoulder, speaking gently, "Alright, alright, I was just saying it casually...

Speaking of which, the awkward way he tried to strike up a conversation reminded me of the past, bringing back some memories.

Of course, it was only later that I realized that the truly skillful hunters often appear as prey... but that's a story for another time.

Serena, of course, wasn't really upset, but she still rolled her eyes at him playfully.

Feistin coughed lightly and lowered his voice, whispering into his wife's ear.

"Seriously speaking, I have a quite good impression of that young man. Not to mention his achievements at such a young age; what's more commendable is his ability to handle matters smoothly, with skill, and he's quite powerful too. How should I say it, he has about thirty percent of what I had back then... hmm, maybe fifty percent. The only shortcoming is, he probably isn't as devoted as I am—"

"Can you just stop bragging," Serena composed herself, speaking in a lazy tone, "Actually... I can't fully see through him."

"Oh? Someone you can't see through?" Feistin showed a hint of surprise.

It's not very hard to squeeze into the upper echelons of Demon City's society with innate charm, but to remain successful over a thousand years and form a grand interest group is indeed challenging.

After all, captivating beauty can be an asset, but also a curse.

For this reason, the ability to judge character can be considered a hereditary gift of the Padric family, almost an instinct flowing in their veins... The Padric family descendants always manage to place the right bets at the right time.

Within the circles of nobles in Demon City, this almost became known as the "blessing of the Divine Chosen," to the extent that many families with shallow foundations would advise their descendants to follow the Padrics when unsure where to pledge their allegiance.

"There are too many people I can't see through, aren't you one of them?" Serena playfully brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and cast Feistin a flirtatious glance, teasingly saying, "Here's a secret, the Padric family descendants aren't as scheming as people imagine. Rather than predicting an unreachable future, we tend to follow our intuition."

"Follow your intuition..." Feistin pondered over her words and suddenly found them to make some sense.

Back when Serena chose to be with him, it wasn't out of deep strategic planning; she was simply charmed by him.

So...

He still had his charm, didn't he?

Serena giggled softly, rubbing her finger against her husband's cheek, her voice carrying a hint of adoration.

"Do my words make you happy?"

"Half and half," Feistin held his wife's hand, gazing into her fiery and profound eyes, "After all, now there's another person you can't see through."

Seeing his possessive gaze, Serena's heart raced, yet she maintained her elegant and dignified demeanor, teasing.

"What are you talking about, I wouldn't stoop to snatch our daughter's toy, would I?"

"Aren't you happy when I'm jealous?"

"Naughty, don't say it out loud."

"..."

Taking advantage of the guests' attention and the lights overhead shifting to the stage, the old couple once more engaged in their unabashed whispers and affectionate gestures, so loving it made people green with envy.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the stage.

Under the spotlight, Mia gracefully walked up to Luo Yan, playfully winking.

"Dear Mr. Luo Yan... I wonder if this lady has the honor of inviting you to a dance, surely you wouldn't refuse, right?"

She deliberately emphasized the word "dear," seemingly to avenge the offense he caused a few days ago.

It seems this person holds a grudge.

However, Luo Yan, having weathered many storms, could even gracefully withstand the "Serious Strike" from a Diamond Level Enchanting Demon, would naturally not be fazed by a brief tease.

He smiled slightly, didn't hesitate much, and graciously extended his right hand.

"It would be my honor."

Mia blinked her eyes, her heart pounding with joy, yet a wave of inexplicable complex emotions surged.

He agreed too quickly, didn't he?

Couldn't he at least be a bit shy!

Unexpectedly, Mia's meticulously planned "All-out Strike" hit empty air, and Miss Mia couldn't help but bite her lip.

As the saying goes, annoyance can spur boldness, her smile unchanged she suddenly hatched another plan, her lashes curved like crescent moons.

Speaking of which, this guy grew up in the Temple, surely he's never had such a grand birthday.

Imagining the pitiful Luo Yan crouching in the Temple, gnawing on cold, hard bread, her heart ached almost to tears.

But just because little Luo Yan was pitiful doesn't mean big Luo Yan isn't pesky, after all he definitely can't dance... and this will be her perfect opportunity for revenge!

Imagining Luo Yan stumbling over his own feet, flustered, and falling into her arms in embarrassment, Mia couldn't help but plaster the gleeful expression across her face, her lips curled like a fishhook.