Jiang Weiwei, under the watchful eyes of Yan City’s elite, followed the man in the black suit step by step out of the banquet hall.
Feeling the envious and flattering gazes of others, Jiang Weiwei couldn’t help but lift her chin, feeling that she had reached the highlight of her life.
But this still wasn’t enough!
Once she secured Feng Yu, she would become a person above others, an existence to which everyone must submit!
It was rumored that from the top floor of the Emperor Hotel, on the eighty-eighth floor, one could overlook the entire Yan City, capturing the most beautiful views in one’s sight.
However, this top floor had never been opened to the public, and it was said that the president of the Emperor Hotel had made it into an exclusive suite.
Many wealthy outsiders had tried to witness the grandeur of this costly suite, with countless people even willing to spend tens of millions for a single night’s rent, but all were refused.
Because of this, numerous people even tried to find the mysterious owner behind the Emperor Hotel to discuss personally.
However, mysteriously, since the Emperor Hotel opened in Yan City four years ago, its owner had never shown his face to the public.
That was also why those people looked at her, Jiang Weiwei, with a tinge of jealousy.
While others spent fortunes and yet couldn’t glimpse the top-floor grandeur of the Emperor Hotel, she, Jiang Weiwei, was invited to go up to watch a performance without spending a penny.
Perhaps that mysterious owner was also invited by Feng Yu tonight, tonight she might not only hear Feng Yu’s confession but also see the true face of the hidden owner.
During the elevator ride to the eighty-eighth floor, Jiang Weiwei was even planning in her mind, if Feng Yu really confesses to her today, she couldn’t easily agree, she must let Feng Yu taste what’s called "a moment of thrilling dominance, followed by a crematorium"!
With such excited and anticipatory emotions, Jiang Weiwei heard the elevator "ding," and they had reached the top floor of the Emperor Hotel.
The man in the black suit gestured for her to go ahead and then stepped out of the elevator first.
The top-floor architecture was divided into two parts, one part indeed was decorated as a suite as the rumors suggested, the other part was a terrace.
Jiang Weiwei followed the man in the black suit, his pace was fast, Jiang Weiwei could only hasten to keep up, so much so that she hardly had time to take in the surrounding scenery.
However, she still noticed that there was a bouquet of ninety-nine red roses and a gift box on the terrace table.
These must be for Feng Yu’s confession to her.
Thinking this, the expectations in Jiang Weiwei’s heart climbed higher.
But just then, another man in a black suit suddenly confronted her asking: "Didn’t I tell you to bring Miss Jiang here?"
Jiang Weiwei’s heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that the person invited to watch the performance on the top floor wasn’t her?
Jiang Moxi’s image inexplicably surfaced in Jiang Weiwei’s mind.
It shouldn’t be Jiang Moxi.
Aside from being slightly better than her, Jiang Weiwei, in coding, Jiang Moxi had no other talents that exceeded hers.
How could such a person catch Feng Yu’s eye!
But then Jiang Weiwei recalled New Year’s Eve, Feng Yu’s tender calling, as if exhausting all his tenderness, the words "Xixi."
Could it really be Jiang Moxi?
Among various conjectures, Jiang Weiwei heard the man leading her up say, "Didn’t I bring her here?"
Jiang Weiwei hurriedly nodded to the questioning man.
But that man only glanced coldly at her and then delivered the answer Jiang Weiwei least wanted to hear.
"You brought the wrong person. It’s Jiang Moxi from room 2190, not this one!"
Hearing this, Jiang Weiwei felt nearly unable to stand.
Was it really Jiang Moxi who was invited to watch the performance on the top floor?
Did Feng Yu truly know Jiang Moxi, was that sweet and tender "Xixi" actually called for Jiang Moxi?
When Jiang Weiwei’s mind was in chaos, she heard the man in the black suit who had brought her up here angrily questioning her.
"Why didn’t you make it clear when I asked you earlier!"
Jiang Weiwei felt extremely wronged: "It was you who didn’t make it clear."
If this man had made it clear from the beginning, the Jiang Family wouldn’t have thought so much, nor would they have associated her with Feng Yu, hoping she would marry into the Feng Family, and it wouldn’t have become known to everyone that she was invited to the top floor for the performance.
At this moment, Jiang Weiwei couldn’t even imagine how embarrassed she would look returning to the party , how the elites of Yan City would laugh at her, and how disdainful the Jiang Family would find her embarrassing demeanor.
"You go downstairs first, I’ll bring the real Miss Jiang over." The man didn’t feel he did anything wrong and coldly left Jiang Weiwei behind.
Jiang Weiwei was also ready to go downstairs, but she knew that if she returned now, she would definitely attract a lot of gossip.
So after thinking for a while, she decided to find a place to hide first, and return after the so-called performance was over.
After all, with the cold weather, the performance was probably just a fireworks show.
It’s very unlikely that Jiang Moxi’s name would appear in the fireworks, and Jiang Moxi wouldn’t have the chance to discuss this performance with the Jiang Family, so even if it was her, Jiang Weiwei, who falsely attended, no one would probably notice.
After the performance, she would tell Jiang Tairan and the others that Feng Yu had only invited her to a fireworks show, and he said nothing else.
This way, she could both maintain her own image and meet the expectations of Jiang Tairan and the Jiang Family...
The more Jiang Weiwei thought about it, the more excellent she found the idea. She made an excuse to take another elevator down, but then, taking the opportunity while the man in the black suit was gone, she returned to the terrace.
However, during this process, her cellphone started ringing.
Fortunately, she had it on silent mode, and wasn’t discovered for the time being.
The call was from Yu Man.
Jiang Weiwei knew Yu Man; if she couldn’t get through once, she would bombard her with calls and messages.
So, Jiang Weiwei hid in a corner and answered Yu Man’s call.
"Weiwei, are you doing okay on the top floor!" Aside from worrying about Jiang Weiwei’s safety, Yu Man was more interested in testing how things were progressing.
Jiang Weiwei could only lower her voice to reply: "I met Mr. Feng, and I will come back after the performance."
Yu Man was very satisfied with this answer, and quickly said with a laugh: "Good, have a good chat with Mr. Feng, there’s no rush."
Then she hung up and turned to Jiang Tairan and Jiang Guosheng, smiling: "It is indeed Mr. Feng, Weiwei has already met him."
As for Jiang Weiwei deliberately lowering her voice earlier, Yu Man just thought she was a bit shy in front of Feng Yu.
Jiang Tairan and Jiang Guosheng, knowing that the person who invited Jiang Weiwei to watch the performance was truly Feng Yu, were beaming with pride.
At that moment, many guests nearby heard what Yu Man had said to them and came over to offer congratulations.
Li Tinglu, seeing the proud looks on Yu Man and Jiang Guosheng, couldn’t help but comment: "Disgusting, it’s as if Jiang Weiwei is marrying into the Feng Family when he hasn’t even shown his face."
Although Jiang Weiwei had achieved a small success in a piano competition, it blew up as if she had won some incredibly prestigious award.
In contrast, Jiang Moxi, clearly with a great talent in combat, never deigned to participate in any competition, nor did she ever, like Jiang Weiwei, seem desperate to announce every small accomplishment to the world.
Thus, Li Tinglu was certain, Jiang Moxi must have other outstanding qualities.
Just then, Jiang Ruxin happened to overhear and began to scold.
"There’s no need for you to feel sorry for Jiang Moxi! Your uncles and aunts aren’t foolish, they disregard their own daughter but dote on their adopted daughter to the skies, all because Jiang Weiwei can help them stand out and secure their control over the Jiang Family’s influence!"
Li Tinglu couldn’t help but scoff: "Sister Moxi just disdains to compete with Jiang Weiwei."
Jiang Ruxin got furious, cursing and swearing.
"Always hanging out with those worthless sorts like Jiang Moxi, look what you’ve turned into, your brain’s not even working right. If I see you with Jiang Moxi again, I’ll have all your credit cards cancelled!"
Li Tinglu ignored her mother’s scolding and smiled sheepishly: "Just wait, you’ll all regret this someday."
Jiang Ruxin didn’t take it seriously and quickly joined the crowd in flattering Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man.
In any case, aside from Li Tinglu’s little interjection, the Jiang Family’s dinner party remained joyful and lively, as if Jiang Weiwei was already stepping through the gates of the Feng Family.