"Su Qing, why did you just arrive?" Madam Fu happily took Su Qing’s hand and whispered.
Su Qing smiled slightly, Fu Lixin nodded at her, and Fu Limei jumped in front of Madam Fu and said discontentedly, "Mom, how could you only notice Su Qing and ignore my feelings as soon as you arrived?"
Madam Fu chuckled, as many people around looked on curiously at the scene. A high-society lady eyed Su Qing who was being held by Madam Fu. She noticed that Su Qing was not wearing an evening gown, but casual clothes, making her somewhat out of place amidst the sea of gowns and suits. Plus she wore such large glasses—who was she after all? How could she have the Fu family, including Madam Fu, all smiling so warmly at her? They were not aware of any daughter from a prestigious family who looked .
"Madam Fu, who is this?" a high-society lady couldn’t help but ask.
Madam Fu smiled gracefully, "This is Su Qing, our Fu Family’s great benefactor."
Su Qing looked at Madam Fu, and Madam Fu smiled tenderly as she held her hand.
"Yes, yes, Su Qing is really one of our Fu family," Fu Limei said proudly, as though Su Qing truly belonged to them.
Fu Lixin and Fu Boyan said nothing, but the corners of their lips were slightly upturned.
The crowd was even more puzzled—what was the situation here? One moment she was the great benefactor, the next she was part of the Fu family? Although they were clueless about the circumstances, they understood that this girl with her plain appearance and odd dressing was under the Fu family’s protection. They better remember not to provoke her casually.
No one dared to stare at Su Qing with odd glances anymore.
At that moment, Murong Shaoyang and Li Jingmo walked in from outside, with Feng Bai in a white evening gown by Li Jingmo’s side. Feng Bai seemed to be quite uncomfortable in her gown, pulling at it incessantly. Seeing many people staring, she frowned unhappily at Li Jingmo. She really didn’t want to come here, not at all.
"Who is that by Master Li’s side?"
"I don’t know, have you ever seen Master Li with a female companion?"
"Could it be his girlfriend or perhaps his fiancée?"
"If it were his fiancée, wouldn’t the Li Family announce it? Come to think of it, Director Li and Madam Li seem to be absent today."
"I heard that Director Li and Madam Li have been abroad since some time ago and haven’t come back yet?"
The guests were all abuzz, their gazes glued to Feng Bai, making her uncomfortable enough to take refuge beside Li Jingmo, wondering why these people kept looking her way with such strange curiosity.
Li Jingmo noticed that Feng Bai seemed unhappy and took her hand, sending a warning look to some of the people around them. Everyone dared not discuss anymore and turned away.
Suddenly, Feng Bai’s eyes lit up, and she tried to run away from Li Jingmo, but he quickly grabbed her, "Where do you think you’re going?"
"Li Jingmo, let me go, okay?" Feng Bai glared at him, her hand caught by him.
Murong Shaoyang sneaked a laugh at the side, then discreetly left, as he had many matters to attend to today as the host.
"Stay quietly by my side, and I’ll let you go to her later." That day, she had been angered by him, and the only condition for reconciling was that he no longer forbid her from approaching Su Qing. Yet he had also set a condition—if she wanted to be with Su Qing, he had to be by her side.
Feng Bai calmed down, her eyes continuously looking in Su Qing’s direction. Seeing that Su Qing wasn’t looking at her, she became anxious but dared not approach, fearing that if she angered Li Jingmo again, he wouldn’t let her see Su Qing.
Fu Boyan greeted Madam Fu and glanced at Su Qing being held by her, then made his way towards Li Jingmo.
Murong Shaoyang called Luo Yi more than a dozen times without a response, then approached Li Jingmo and Fu Boyan, "Have you called Luo Yi?"
Fu Boyan shook his head, and Li Jingmo looked at Murong Shaoyang with a low voice asking, "What’s wrong?"
"Why has Luo Yi been unreachable by phone all day today? It’s so strange," Murong Shaoyang said and dialed another number. Before the call could finish ringing on the other side, two tall figures entered from the door. The man in the lead had a stunningly perfect countenance, with fine, jet-black hair falling across his fair, clean forehead. His eyebrows were long and sharp like swords, and his eyes, bright as obsidian, were calm and imposing. Beneath his high nose was a pair of thin, sensual lips. The air about him was sharp, commanding respect like an emperor.
There was a collective gasp—many business magnates felt a chill upon seeing Mo Yunchen.