Jing Zhan belittled her due to her background, which was truly shallow and short-sighted. One could say the two were on completely different levels, making Jing Zhan look like a ridiculous clown.
Yan Lu glanced at Jing Zhan triumphantly, "And your malice and stupidity are executed thoroughly from inside to outside, from genes to behavior, so shut your filthy mouth and stop embarrassing yourself with your ager knowledge."
Jing Zhan was so angry her face turned dark, but when she saw everyone’s eyes filled with disgust towards her, she beca flustered.
Lady Jing yanked her back to her seat and glared at her fiercely, "Look at the ss you’ve made."
She couldn’t even win a verbal fight, making a laughing stock of herself to everyone.
Jing Zhan was about to cry, her eyes red with tears.
Jing Huan coughed lightly and lowered his voice, "I know you hate her, but you lost this ti thoroughly."
Jing Huan pointed to his head, "The gap between you two is an intellectual one, truly brutal."
Honestly, this ti he really thought his little sister had bitten off more than she could chew.
Underneath the table, Jing Zhan stomped hard on Jing Huan’s foot, making him grimace in pain.
Yan Lu, like a victorious rooster, was practically floating. Then, seeing Shen You’an still sitting there quietly, neither arrogant nor impatient, Yan Lu imdiately sat down, embarrassed.
She had learned from An’an that you don’t have to use profanity to argue back; logically and principledly refuting point by point and intellectually crushing the opponent is the most satisfying approach.
Yan Lu now felt a sense of relief from head to toe, with all the pent-up frustration in her chest completely cleared.
The farce downstairs was clearly observed by those upstairs.
The expressions of the people varied.
Wei Zhuhua glanced at Yu Fusheng, who was frowning and staring downstairs at Shen You’an, and a hidden smile crept onto her lips as she said to Wei Lai, "Start serving the dishes."
Wei Lai nodded and left.
Yu Fusheng fingered a thin china teacup, his brow deeply furrowed. Wei Zhuhua knew he was in deep thought as she picked up the teapot and refilled his cup.
A drop of hot tea accidentally splashed onto the back of Yu Fusheng’s hand, but he didn’t notice.
He suddenly looked up, his eyes sharp and penetrating, "She looks like Amos."
Their eyebrows and eyes were carved from the sa mold, but their temperants were worlds apart, and due to different nationalities and skin colors, he initially only found her familiar and didn’t associate her with Amos.
Wei Zhuhua raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
Yu Fusheng stared at her intently, "How do you know her?"
Yu Ruohuan also looked at Wei Zhuhua in confusion, "You knew I didn’t like her, yet you brought her here to provoke , didn’t you?"
Wei Zhuhua calmly sipped her tea.
Yu Fusheng looked at Yu Ruohuan, "You know her?"
Yu Ruohuan gritted her teeth, "She’s the person I hate the most."
The waitstaff entered in single file and began serving the dishes.
The banquet set to national standards was not only beautifully arranged but also tasted exquisite, making one marvel that only the Yu family could display such grandeur.
Yu Fusheng’s brow was tightly knitted, "She must have a connection to Amos."
Yu Ruohuan’s gaze flickered; she hadn’t thought that Shen You’an might be connected to Amos.
The last ti, Amos had crashed the great-grandmother’s funeral; was Shen You’an here to do the sa today?
This ti she wouldn’t let her go.
Yu Fuce, although sitting at the sa table with Yu Fusheng, found himself utterly confused by their conversation.
"What Amos? What are you talking about?"
No one paid attention to Yu Fuce.
Yu Fuce scratched his head, wanting to look at his son, but i Qingdai held the child protectively, leaving no chance for Yu Fuce to see him.
Yu Fuce retorted grumpily, "You’re still mad at , aren’t you? But I’m here now, at least let see the child."
i Qingdai gave him a cold look, "Now you rember you have a son, it’s too late."
In short, she definitely wouldn’t let Yu Fuce see the child.
Yu Fuce awkwardly touched his nose, his gaze inadvertently falling on the back of his left hand, where an ugly, hideous scar extended through his palm.
Yu Fuce suddenly froze, staring blankly at the shocking scar on his palm, recalling the pain when that cut ca down; even after all this ti, it still instinctively made him tremble.
And the person who inflicted that cut, Yu Fuce’s mind slowly recalled that face, his breathing suddenly becoming rapid, his face turning as white as a sheet.
He abruptly stood up, and with the sudden movent, his chair tipped back onto the floor, making a sharp, jarring noise.
This commotion attracted the attention of many upstairs who looked towards him.
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