The affection of a person also has its intensity measured.
Especially in such circles, loyalty is indeed valued.
Clearly, when compared, Xiang Wenhua from the powerful Southern family dynasty, representing the younger generation, seemed to have a slightly higher loyalty index than Qian Xuan of the Southwest faction.
It looked genuine, not at all pretentious or staged.
Even Xiang Wenxin, standing beside him, was silently solemn, her head bowed in respect, showing great composure.
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At that moment, Zheng Sanjing's father even personally accompanied them to arrange their seats. Mrs. Zheng also followed her husband without any issue.
Walking along, all eyes were on them, with Father Zheng conversing with Xiang Wenhua about something, whispering so that others couldn't hear. Mrs. Zheng, meanwhile, held Xiang Wenxin's hand, also whispering something, while the Second Miss of the Xiang family nodded occasionally, responding in a low voice.
Upon reaching the rest lounge, which was also the farewell ceremony hall, an extra table and chairs were specially added in the front row for other guests.
Meanwhile, the seat on the right side of Qian Xuan was given to the Xiang siblings. The table, originally for two, was sufficient with the addition of a two-seater sofa with black leather and a white backrest.
Clearly, in the eyes of the Zheng family members, the arrival of the Xiang family was unexpected. This surprise was a bit grand, so they took it seriously, offering the necessary respect and courtesies.
Of course, when the Zheng couple showed them to their seats, Xiang Wenhua and his sister shook hands and greeted Qian Xuan and his wife, all very naturally, drawing even more attention.
Those in the know at the scene understood. The strong young generation of the powerful families, the original Qian family's young master from the Southwest faction, and the young master from the Southern faction—all looked to have a good relationship!
From the far backstage, Liu Zhizhong could also feel that the relations between Father-in-law and Brother Xuan were quite good! As former romantic rivals and classmates, it seemed they still had matters to discuss.
Indeed, once the Xiang siblings sat down, Xiang Wenhua and Qian Xuan were very close. A slight tilt and turn of their heads allowed them to smoke and chat together.
The way they talked showed a familiar relationship, and also a sense of closeness. Even the posture they adopted made it seem to the audience like a meeting of young magnates.
This posture was like a presence, quite imposing.
On them, Liu Zhizhong gradually perceived something. Indeed, the world belonged to them, handed down through generations.
On the surface, Xiang Wenhua was a reclusive, powerful young master, indifferent and cold, and a hopelessly romantic dreamer of Feng Xiaoyue; Qian Xuan outwardly was a disabled young prince, somewhat perverted, straining his brains for the sake of future generations.
Yet at that moment, in the formal setting, their composed style and the harmonious, yet seemingly debate-filled exchanges seemed quite intriguing.
Liu Zhizhong deeply realized, looking at their style, alas, the powerful families have successors! They really were stable, very stable…
Before long, an announcement came from the broadcast—Qin Bo had arrived!
Goodness, the arrival of Qin Bo, a scion of a powerful Tiandu family, also caused quite a stir in the venue. After all, this guy was quite famous in the circle, with strong ancestors for three generations back!
The Zheng family master treated Qin Bo with the same regard as he did him and the Xiang siblings.
However, Liu Zhizhong paid particular attention to Qin Bo's arrival, keen to discern different emotions from the reactions of those present, looking for individuals who might provide examples for his actions.
Indeed, what gratified Liu Zhizhong was: Qian Xuan and Xiang Wenhua glanced at each other, showing a hint of disdain!
Excellent! Very excellent! Liu Zhizhong was secretly thrilled!
Today, for Feng Xiaoyue's counterattack, it seemed he might have some support.
Wouldn't Father-in-law support me?
Wouldn't Brother Xuan support me?
For a moment, Liu Zhizhong felt a rush of excitement, eagerly anticipating the upcoming developments—the clash of the mighty!