In the banquet hall.
More frustrated than Jun Ruyi is Qin Wenrou.
No matter what, Jun Ruyi still has people currying favor, going up to ask if losing 5 million on a counterfeit is a big loss.
Qin Wenrou, on the other hand, is completely ignored.
Lan Yingjun is busy toasting people all over, having no ti to pay attention to her, while the ladies around discuss stock market investnts and economic trends she doesn’t understand. She can only eat in a daze by herself, feeling very awkward.
Sitting there moodily, she can’t help but let her gaze fall on Nalan Ye Jue in the distance.
Although the man is sitting in a wheelchair, every move is so graceful and easy, exuding a powerful aura.
Other n co to toast, all bowing respectfully beside him, lowering their posture and downing their drinks in front of him.
Yet he only needs to raise his glass lightly, sip a little, which is already considered giving enough respect.
What a strong presence!
This kind of top-quality man, at the top of the food chain, should have belonged to her, Qin Wenrou.
When Qin Xin died back then, she almost managed to marry in succession, turning her brother-in-law into her husband!
Unfortunately, Qin Xin sohow ca back from the dead.
And because of the ignorance caused by a lack of information transparency, she missed such a good brother-in-law and husband.
The more she thinks about it, the more frustrated she gets.
However, she recalls the shocking secret inadvertently revealed by the drunken Mrs. Qin at the engagent ceremony, saying that marrying Mr. Nalan might not be a good thing for Qin Xin, and her marriage might not be a happy one... It instantly rekindles a glimr of hope.
If she can thoroughly dig out that secret, perhaps, given ti, she really has a chance to rise to the top.
Drive away Qin Xin and take her place.
While secretly fantasizing about Nalan Ye Jue, she sits awkwardly at her seat, waiting for a long ti until Lan Yingjun returns from toasting.
She quickly acts like a considerate girlfriend, serving him tea and soup, even peeling shrimp for him: "Brother Jun, you’ve drank quite a lot, you should eat sothing to feel better."
Lan Yingjun’s expression improved a little.
The sense of insignificance he felt outside was finally mitigated sowhat with Qin Wenrou: "Hmm."
Qin Wenrou took the opportunity to ask him, "Brother Jun, I heard Mr. Nalan has a sister. Do you know if she is his biological sister?"
Lan Yingjun froze.
He frowned and retorted, "Why are you asking about this? It’s not sothing you should know."
Lan Qingxin’s existence has always been unspeakable in the Nalan Family.
It’s not publicly acknowledged either.
As a collateral descendant, he naturally doesn’t dare to discuss it casually.
Qin Wenrou closely observed Lan Yingjun’s reaction.
From his defensive counter-question, she beca more convinced that Mr. Nalan’s sister certainly has sothing suspicious.
Otherwise, why not answer directly? What’s the point of all this secrecy?
Mrs. Qin did the sa, so did Lan Yingjun.
Do they really think she is stupid and can’t see there is a problem?
Qin Wenrou’s eyes darted around, and she no longer asked directly, but instead took a roundabout approach: "Alright, I won’t ask anymore. I just overheard so rumors, thinking that since Brother Jun is the closest relative of the Nalan family, and Mrs. Nalan treats you with courtesy, you must be well-inford about Nalan family’s matters, so I just asked casually. It’s fine, just consider I never ntioned it."
So it was just curiosity.
Lan Yingjun breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he recalled the words Qin Wenrou ntioned unintentionally: closest relative, courteous, well-inford.
If he couldn’t answer Qin Wenrou’s curious question, wouldn’t it be embarrassing, wouldn’t it prove that the complints were all nonsense?
His self-esteem wouldn’t allow him to stay silent!
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