As soon as she spoke, Ye Ranran regretted it. Why was she calling out aimlessly? The others didn’t care, wasn’t she just humiliating herself?
"Grandfather." Steeling herself, Ye Ranran called out again.
Many emotions stirred within Elder Jun. How long had it been since he last heard that term of address?
The Jun family was dwindling in number and he was left alone to guard the magnificent mansion.
"No taking back after calling me that."
Before Ye Ranran could respond, Elder Jun started walking ahead.
Ye Ranran was stunned for a moment. It took a while for her to understand the old man’s intentions, then with joy, she followed him.
When Elder Jun returned with Ye Ranran, the previously noisy hall immediately fell silent.
Passing through the crowd, Elder Jun stood on the high stage with Ye Ranran at his side, calm and unflustered, unshaken by praise or blame.
"This is my grandson’s wife, Ye Ranran." Elder Jun introduced her to the crowd.
Some people were surprised, some understood. Bringing her to attend such a banquet, the Jun family had indirectly acknowledged her.
Huo Yi looked at Ye Ranran on the high stage. It was the first time he had seen her dressed so beautifully and standing high up.
Her face was still the same, but compared to usual, it was more radiant.
"Hello everyone, I’m Ye Ranran, the wife of Jun Mochan."
"When did you guys get married? I never received an invitation. Or is the Jun family so stingy that they weren’t willing to hold a banquet?" someone bravely asked.
A member of the Political Committee, from the Song Family.
"Isn’t that why we’re telling everyone now?" Ye Ranran’s eyes curved in a smile: "We held the banquet at my hometown, and plan to have one here later."
This was indeed Jun Mochan’s initial plan. She believed that if Jun Mochan could come back, they would make up for the wedding sooner or later.
Apart from this interruption, no one else asked questions. Elder Jun walked around with Ye Ranran, exchanging pleasantries with everyone.
At the same time, he introduced her to the people standing on Jun’s side.
Without his introduction, they would never recognize her.
After more than half of the banquet had passed and with only an hour left, Ye Ranran let out a sigh of relief.
She casually picked up a glass of orange juice and took a big drink.
She raised her foot to leave but didn’t expect her skirt to be stepped on. Ye Ranran gasped, about to fall on the table.
The table was full of drinks. If she fell , not to mention the embarrassment, the outcome would be quite unpleasant.
Ye Ranran stretched out her hand, trying to lean against the table, but Song Ze appeared from nowhere and stood in front of her.
So Ye Ranran fell into his embrace, Song Ze’s back hit the table.
As the sound of glasses falling echoed, the two of them collapsed onto the glass floor.
Not caring about anything else, Ye Ranran braced herself to get up, but found that her waist was being held down.
Immediately, Ye Ranran looked at the man beneath her, and found Song Ze smirking at her.
"You did it on purpose, didn’t you?" Ye Ranran asked in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"You could say that."
Ye Ranran was so angry she wanted to slap him, and she actually ended up doing just that.
She looked as though she couldn’t raise her body, but as soon as she moved, she fell down again.
Her hand landed on Song Ze’s face.
Ye Ranran’s palm was already cut by the glass, some shards even penetrated her palm.
Song Ze’s face was covered in her blood. But rather than making him look awkward, it made his face bewitchingly attractive.
Bai Li broke through the crowd. Just as she was about to help Ye Ranran up, Huo Yi was one step quicker and snatched her from Song Ze’s embrace.