Qin Cuifen wore an expensive custom-made gown, with diamond hair accessories. The whole look was dazzling, a stark contrast to her previous image. If she just sat there quietly without speaking, she really did seem like the real deal. Unfortunately, the mont she spoke, the illusion shattered.
The main issue was her deanor, which was far too different from that of a true socialite aristocrat.
Though won looked down on her, the n liked her.
Her figure was alluring, and the way she looked at n could steal their souls.
"Thank you, thank you!" She kept exchanging pleasantries with everyone, unable to hide the smile on her face. These days were like a dream for her, the kind she never dared to hope for—in the Feng Family, she lived like a princess.
Mr. Feng and the butler treated her exceedingly well. Even the sons and daughters of the Feng Family dared not show her an unpleasant face. Except for that damn Feng Zhenzhen, it would be even better if she could just disappear.
"Look at her, getting ahead of herself."
"She really thinks she’s sothing now."
"Grandpa’s lost his mind, letting this bitch into the house?"
The daughters of the Feng Family gathered in small groups, occasionally casting disdainful glances at Qin Cuifen.
However, so were actually happy about it: "I’d rather see her gloating than see Feng Zhenzhen happy."
"Hahaha... Exactly, if I were Feng Zhenzhen, I’d hide in my room and cry my eyes out."
"That’s right, we don’t have inheritance rights anyway, so who cares who inherits?"
"At least Sheng Ning knows how to behave."
At that, everyone began to laugh happily again.
There was a rumor in the Feng Family that Sheng Ning was the Grand Aunt’s granddaughter. So Grandpa took special care of her and was even planning to leave her the inheritance. Ever since this rumor started, Feng Zhenzhen’s days had beco quite difficult.
Previously, she was the family’s most valuable heir, and now, a country girl popped out of nowhere, daring to compete with her for the inheritance.
Neither of them was easy to deal with, which made the Feng Family quite lively these days.
Mr. Feng had always kept to himself, never expressing his opinion no matter how the younger generation quarreled. As a result, the inner conflicts among the young intensified.
"Cuifen!" A man’s exasperated voice disrupted the harmonious atmosphere of the banquet hall, drawing dissatisfied glances toward the intruding Julian. So businessn clearly recognized Julian.
"How did this scumbag show up too?"
"How can this scumbag even have the nerve to co?"
High society people looked down on Julian with disdain and arrogance. But Julian couldn’t care less about them; he angrily rushed up to Qin Cuifen and grabbed her wrist.
"You bitch," he cursed loudly, "you almost got killed, slut!"
Everyone in the banquet hall watched Qin Cuifen, their eyes making her feel like she was standing on needles, unbearably embarrassed. Not a single person spoke; only the lodious piano music and Julian’s vicious curses broke the silence.
"Who are you? I don’t know you." Qin Cuifen frantically tried to retreat, but no one from the Feng Family stepped forward.
"You’re the fraud."
"You’re the fraud; I have no idea what you’re talking about!" Qin Cuifen was panic-stricken, her face pale. Finally, a man in a tuxedo ca downstairs. She flung Julian’s hand away and hid in the man’s embrace, anxiously saying, "Quickly get rid of this bastard, I don’t know him, get rid of him."
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