Third floor, the location of the hotel’s resting area.
The Zhao Family reserved two private suites here, intended for guests to rest.
However, now these suites have long been requisitioned by the Zhao Family’s young master. It’s beco his gathering place to revel and enjoy with his unsavory friends.
The Zhao Family’s young master, Zhao Siyu, leaned on the sofa, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, leisurely tasting a puff, and exhaled thick smoke.
His eyes smiled as he stared at Zhu Jiajia standing directly opposite, laughing, "Tell , how do I compare to that Feng Wencheng guy? Why do you like him so much, yet not ?"
Zhu Jiajia stepped back slightly, her calves sowhat weak, saying, "I’m engaged to the Feng Family, Zhao Family young master, have so self-respect..."
"Self-respect? Hahaha..." Zhao Siyu flicked the cigarette ash, glanced at Wei Jian’an, the young master of the Wei Family, saying, "Look at the young master who can’t even safeguard his family’s ancestral hall, and you choose him? What sense of security do you have? Clearly, you’re shortsighted, choosing the wrong person, wasting your youth. When you beco an old hag, it’ll be too late to regret."
The near takeover of the Feng Family’s ancestral hall by the Wei Family was no secret within the entire household. In fact, countless people mocked the Feng Family for being bullied to such a degree, that even their family mbers beca laughing stocks.
"Wencheng isn’t like that; he’s very diligent..." Zhu Jiajia glanced at Wei Jian’an, understanding exactly what underhanded tactics he’s employed. Without such actions, the Feng Family wouldn’t be in such a predicant.
Zhao Siyu sneered, extinguishing the cigarette ash, saying, "Does diligence have utility? If so, anyone could join the ranks of the elite families!"
There are far too many things in this world that diligence cannot replace, such as one’s family background or even life’s choices, which beco nurous challenges presented right before one’s eyes.
What Zhao Siyu possesses is exceptionally abundant, such that he fundantally doesn’t understand what it ans to cherish; many things that others struggle their entire lives to obtain are, to him, effortlessly within reach.
"The Feng Family is also a prestigious family, comparable to the Zhao Family. Zhao Family young master won’t go against the Feng Family because of , right!" Zhu Jiajia was also clever, knowing to elevate the Feng Family’s status.
After all, the Zhu Family is rely a minor force, entirely negligible, and Zhao Siyu wouldn’t be intimidated by it.
Zhao Siyu laughed icily yet felt indifferent, speaking calmly, "Because of you, not quite for the Feng Family!"
Feng Wencheng is the third young master of the Feng Family and not the son of the Family Head, whereas Zhao Siyu is the Zhao Family’s sole legitimate grandson, akin to a precious gem. The weight of one versus the other is self-evident without much thought.
Wei Jian’an seized the opportunity, laughing, "The third young master doesn’t have the final say either. Previously, due to the ancestral hall incident, he was subservient to our Wei Family. In retrospect, it’s utterly disgraceful."
Whether Feng Wencheng did such a thing is irrelevant; the most crucial aspect now is to disparage him in front of Zhao Siyu and give complete regard to the Zhao Family’s young master.
"You’re spouting nonsense." Zhu Jiajia flew into a rage, angrily pointing at Wei Jian’an’s nose, saying, "If you hadn’t played tricks, how could the ancestral hall situation be dragged out until now? The Wei Family deliberately did this."
"And what if we did!?" Wei Jian’an smirked nacingly, "Not having it ans not having it. Even if the Feng Family talks until they’re blue in the face, it won’t matter. One day, they’ll witness their ancestral hall being demolished and regret it trendously."
"You..." Zhu Jiajia was about to cry.
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