"Cough, cough, that's nothing, stop talking."
As the words fell, the crowd finally snapped out of their gossiping daze and offered formal smiles and blessings to Ran Lian. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Ran Lian had been quite displeased when she heard these words earlier, but thinking of what Zhi Jia had said to her during the day, she could only accept the guests' blessings and flattery with a smile.
Fang Miaomiao, watching Ran Lian and Xie Wanqing being surrounded, yawned somewhat boredly, "Wen Zhiyan, Wen Corp's stock has fallen, why are these people still flocking around the old madam."
"A starving camel is still bigger than a horse."
Fang Miaomiao continued to be bored, "When do you think Fang Zhihuan will arrive?"
"Look, he's here." Wen Zhiyan pointed to a spot.
At the main entrance, Fang Zhihuan was dressed in a proper white suit, from head to toe. Except for his hair being black, everything else was white, even the frames of his glasses.
"Who is this person, wearing all white? Didn't Madam Wen just get out of the hospital? Who is he offending with this all-white attire?"
"I remember now, he's Fang Zhihuan, Wen Corp's second-largest shareholder. I've seen him on financial channels. Although he's older, he doesn't look old at all. My daughter was quite infatuated with him for a while. I wonder if he's married."
"Are you joking? Isn't your daughter just a college graduate?"
"You wouldn't understand, older men are more caring."
"Enough nonsense, he has a partner abroad."
Fang Zhihuan's arrival attracted a lot of attention in the living room.
Seeing this, he took a wine glass from a waiter with satisfaction and strode towards Ran Lian.
When they were about a meter apart, Fang Zhihuan's lips curved upwards as he raised his wine glass towards Ran Lian, "Madam Ran, we haven't seen each other in a long time."
"It's you."
"It is I."
Fang Zhihuan swirled the wine glass in his hand, the red wine exuding a dangerous aura under the light.
"I'm so sorry, miss."
Fang Miaomiao stood up, feigning displeasure, and glared at the waiter a few times, "What's wrong with you? So clumsy. Are you really a waiter from October Hotel?"
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." The waiter looked at Fang Miaomiao, whom he had bumped into, and the noticeable stain on her clothes, and said with a trembling voice, "I didn't do it on purpose."
He didn't know what he had tripped over just now, and by the time he realized it, the red wine on the tray had already been spilled.
"Alright, alright." Fang Miaomiao waved her hand, "Consider it my bad luck. You can go now."
"Thank you, thank you."
The waiter quickly left.
Fang Miaomiao pretended to be angry and glared at Wen Zhiyan. Wen Zhiyan tried to comfort her softly, but she slapped his hand away and stormed towards the third floor.
Upon reaching her room, Fang Miaomiao glanced at her WeChat messages and quickly deleted the ones from Wen Zhiyan. Muttering curses, she went to the walk-in closet to change.
"This is so annoying. What kind of rubbish banquet is this? Some old fossil, I'm going to die of anger."
After changing, Fang Miaomiao looked up and saw someone in the mirror.
"Holy crap."
Fang Miaomiao spun around abruptly, staring at the person with horror, "Who are you?"
"You forgot me?"
Fang Miaomiao sneered, exuding an air of arrogant dominance, "Who do you think you are to be remembered by me?"
"The bathroom."
"The bathroom?" Fang Miaomiao questioned suspiciously, then it hit her. She slapped the dressing table, "I remember now, it's you. Wait, that's not right. Why are you working at Yu Garden again?"
"The old madam asked people from October Hotel to work at Yu Garden for a day." the woman said calmly.
"So that's how it is." Fang Miaomiao nodded thoughtfully, then cleared her throat and straightened her chest, "It's fate that we've met twice. How about this, tell me your name."
The woman's lips curved upwards, but there was no warmth in her eyes as she looked at Fang Miaomiao, "You want to know my name, then call the police station?"
Fang Miaomiao stiffened at these words but quickly recovered, frowning unhappily, "Are you sick? I just felt some sympathy for you because you're so young and working as a waiter."
"Oh?" The woman took a big step towards Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao yelped, instinctively pushing the woman away, "What's wrong with you? Even though this isn't a public place, men and women should maintain distance. Why are you getting so close to me?"
The woman's eyes narrowed. Just as she was about to forcefully drag Fang Miaomiao away, there was a knock on the door.
Fang Miaomiao knew that Wen Zhiyan had arranged everything and wouldn't let anyone come up. The only person who could come up was the woman's accomplice. She swallowed nervously, "Are you sick? Go open the door. You're a really terrible waiter."
"Shut up."
The woman growled impatiently, then cautiously walked towards the door.
"Who is it!"
Wen Yan'an, standing outside, clenched his fist and took a deep breath, "I'm looking for my mom."
The woman then cautiously opened a sliver of the door, seeing only a little boy holding a Barbie doll outside.
"Little young master?"
"Does miss recognize me?" Wen Yan'an looked up and showed the woman a well-behaved smile, "Hello, my name is An An. What's your name, miss?"
"Qiu Xi."
"Hello, Sister Xi. I saw that Mom seems to have gone in to change. Can I go in and find my mom? My mom is a movie star, the really beautiful kind."
"You can."
Qiu Xi sidestepped, making way.
"Thank you, Sister Xi."
Fang Miaomiao, having finished changing, saw the little boy in Qiu Xi's arms and her expression changed, "What are you doing with my An An?"
"I thought you would keep acting."
"I don't know what you mean by that. And give me back my An An."
Fang Miaomiao's thoughts were in a mess. Didn't Wen Zhiyan say that An An was safe in the toy room, looking for the gift he had prepared for her?
Why was her An An here?
"You'll have to come with me."
"Go to hell." Fang Miaomiao said rudely.
She could risk her own life, but if An An was involved, she couldn't take any chances.
Qiu Xi's face turned cold. She put Wen Yan'an down and lunged at Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao spat and grabbed a nearby vase, smashing it over.
"You hit me?" Qiu Xi felt a sharp pain in her arm, her expression growing colder.
"Of course, you're trying to capture me, and you won't let me hit you? Where is such a rule in the world?" Fang Miaomiao said, intending to rescue someone.
Qiu Xi kicked her. Fang Miaomiao endured the blow and grabbed Qiu Xi's leg, biting down.
"Hiss, are you a dog, you crazy woman?"
Qiu Xi gasped and brought her hand down towards Fang Miaomiao's neck.