The entire Cold Moon Building fell into silence the mont the blond boy’s voice landed.
Jiang Qingyan took a sharp breath: "He... is he crazy? That’s Yu Ruohuan we’re talking about."
The Yu family’s power and status—what kind of towering presence is that? Though it’s a society governed by law now, striving for equality for all, there remains a gulf as impassable as heaven itself between the common folks and the elite.
Class is not sothing easily leaped, like a carp jumping over a dragon gate. Even the collective effort of one generation or three generations may not suffice to traverse it. If class could be likened to a pyramid, then the Yu family is undoubtedly the very tip, a unique and untouchable existence.
One could even say the Yu family is the feudal overlord in this modern society, dictating as they wish, with none daring to cross them. And as the apple of the Yu family’s eye, Yu Ruohuan reigns supre among the socialites of the capital circle.
Take her own Jiang family, for instance. Though they hold so standing in the academic world, even as an authentic daughter of the Jiang family, she couldn’t afford the privilege of exchanging even a single word with Yu Ruohuan.
And the first thing the Yu family did once they seized power was to embellish their identity.
Grand Master Yu was touted as a righteous man who rose in defiance of fate and command, and Old Mrs. Yu i Lvge was advertised far and wide as the descendant of Grand Scholar i from the previous dynasty, striving to announce to the entire world their noble lineage and the divine mandate behind their position of power.
But this was nothing more than a senseless move—like removing one’s pants to fart.
In truth, the pair was rely a beggar and a down-and-out perforr, a perfect match of equal disgrace. They climbed up by feasting on the blood-soaked buns of Sang Ziming, only to strike back and trample the Sang family into the mud.
They might block the mouths of the people, but they couldn’t stop their hearts.
Fearing the Yu family’s might, no one dared to speak out, though there were murmurs in the earlier years questioning whether i Lvge had any connection at all to Grand Scholar i of history. But those voices quickly disappeared, and each skeptic t with vanished traces, their entire families implicated and destroyed.
The saying goes, "The more you suppress, the more the truth deepens." The harder they tried to silence, the stronger the perception imbued—in people’s hearts, i Lvge remained nothing more than a low-end perforr attempting to claim connection to the virtuous Grand Scholar i. Pure delusion.
Yet, for soone to blatantly challenge the Yu family’s narrative face-to-face? That would only be the act of soone sick of living, for anyone with even half a brain wouldn’t dare attempt such a thing.
The consequence wouldn’t stop at one person’s ruin—it would ensure calamity upon their whole clan.
Such a price was unbearable for anyone.
So now, with soone openly mocking the Yu family’s perforr background, everyone present concluded the person must be insane and instinctively distanced themselves, lest Yu family backlash spill blood on them.
Mrs. Jiang was a sharp woman and had caught the voices of discussion downstairs earlier when Leng Shan and his group arrived.
If this blond boy truly was the young heir of the i Fei Family, then today, Yu Ruohuan might have t her match.
Jing Zhan said in disbelief: "Do you even know what you’re saying?"
This blond brat—had he lost his mind?
Wen Yu and Wen Wan furrowed their brows too, suspecting this foreigner had recently arrived in Hua Country and lacked soone to teach him the rules.
But no, sothing didn’t add up. How could a foreigner know the Yu family’s secrets so thoroughly?
Leng Yunyang raised his eyebrows, leaning back in his chair again with a casual ease.
"What, did I say sothing wrong? Miss Yu’s grandfather, Yu Yixin, was born when Yu Guoning’s eldest son, Yu Yisen, was already seven years old, wasn’t he? Back then, Yu Yisen already had a wife, his first partner, Sang Ziming. So what was i Lvge, the woman who bore him a son? If I recall correctly, polygamy had been abolished by then. So doesn’t that make i Lvge a mistress? And her son, a bastard child?"
The boy’s accent was peculiar, his Mandarin clearly not yet fluent, but every word rang clear and resonant, hitting the ears like a thunderclap.
The room fell utterly silent.
Even Leng Shan was gazing at the blond boy with a strange look in his eyes.
How did he know the Yu family’s affairs with such precision? Surely, he’d co prepared.
Leng Shan even suspected the boy’s attendance at this banquet wasn’t incidental, but an orchestrated attempt to undermine the Yu family.
But why? The i Fei Family and the Yu family were worlds apart, with absolutely no ties.
Could it be that Amos bore personal animosity against the Yu family? Judging by this performance, the animosity wasn’t trivial.
"Crash." Yu Ruohuan’s porcelain cup fell to the floor, shattering instantly into countless pieces that scattered everywhere.
Yu Ruohuan slowly rose to her feet. Despite the smile playing on her lips, her eyes were shrouded in darkness. She took deliberate steps toward Amos, scrutinizing him as she narrowed her gaze.
"Who are you?" Though she was shorter than Amos, her tone was suprely imperious.
The blond boy curled his lips into a smile, exuding a roguish air: "Amos Murphy."
A beautifully articulated and flawless English reply.
Yu Ruohuan squinted: "Murphy, i Fei... so it’s you."
She recalled her uncle grumbling to her mother before, about how Tianbao Group had been suppressed by a foreigner who forcibly acquired the First Pharmaceutical Factory—an enormous blow to the Wei family.
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