The butler’s voice was a bit loud, and his tone wasn’t very pleasant.
The socialites heard it and couldn’t help but glance at Fang Yumei:
"Ah, so she’s just Fourth Master’s maid, and she dared to speak to Miss Xing like that?"
"These days, the servants act more high-profile than their masters. Haven’t you noticed how much the watchdogs bark with joy?"
"True, the more ignorant people are, the more they like to wag their tails, fearing that others won’t notice them."
Fang Yumei, blushing with shame, hastily followed the butler out.
Xi Rubao took a deep breath of the banquet hall’s air: "Ah, it’s much better without the green tea essence and weirdos in the room, the air feels so much fresher!"
Xing Yue, having just returned to the capital, was surrounded by many concerned acquaintances, yet she still held Xi Rubao’s hand tightly. Zuzi didn’t like physical contact with others, so although she didn’t hold hands, she constantly paid attention to Zuzi, showing her around the circle.
The group began talking about tonight’s fifth episode of Qianshan, which whipped everyone into excitement again:
"Last night, Lady Nuwa pulled down Emperor Fu Xi’s pants, and to think that Emperor Fu Xi wasn’t giving up—he tried to kiss her while drunk, and Lady Nuwa just scratched his face, haha! That scene had me laughing so hard!"
"I really want to urge Qianshan for more updates. Can we all call out for her to release the sixth episode tonight?"
"Let’s go leave comments on Weibo!"
"Miss Xi, do you use Weibo?"
"Mhm, the Ancestor knows a little."
"My sister has been trending on hot searches several times!"
"Wow, that’s awesome! Wait a sec, Miss Xi, is your nickname ’Little Ancestor’? If you did livestream sales with that name, you’d surely go viral, haha!"
"Livestream sales... what’s that?"
"Oh, this is a long story, Little Ancestor. Come, come, let me show you the hottest guy in livestream sales right now, Shen Jiaqi, also known as Brother Qi. He can sell 30,000 lipsticks in one night!"
"Hmm, really? The Ancestor shall take a look."
Zuzi was having the time of her life, swept up in everyone’s enthusiasm.
Little did she know, a certain man’s face at the bar was already as dark as the night.
Before coming, he was worried she’d be bullied by the socialites; little did he expect that after arriving, he’d worry about her being too popular, surrounded by those women all night, leaving him unable to approach her.
Still, he felt gratified that she could blend into the new environment.
Watching over her from not too far nor too near, he found himself with the thought of fully retiring, leaving the intrigues of the world, studying with her, and becoming her personal bodyguard...
Gu Pinting took a taxi, enduring the driver’s sarcasm and sleazy comments, clutching her clothes swollen by fat, and dashed into the house in a panic.
Sun Jiao barely recognized her daughter, startled: "Pin... Pinting? Is that you?"
"Mommy, wuwuwu!" Gu Pinting hurled herself into Sun Jiao’s arms, crying with grievances and anger. Fresh chapters posted on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵
"Child... how did this happen? These clothes, this... this thick waist, what’s going on? Weren’t you attending a socialite cocktail party? Did you film something that required extra fat, and forgot to take off the fake padding?"
Sun Jiao thought it was the film crew’s makeup skills, and pinched Gu Pinting’s waist fat.
"Ow! That’s real flesh!" Gu Pinting screamed.
Sun Jiao quickly pulled her hand back, dumbfounded: "Daughter, you’ve always managed your figure well. What’s going on recently?"
Gu Pinting couldn’t explain, she could only say: "Quick, give me money, I need to go to a plastic surgery hospital..."
Sun Jiao shivered at the thought of a plastic surgery hospital!
"No, you can’t go to such inferior places..." Sun Jiao instinctively objected.
Suddenly, a voice came from the stairway—