Each attendee was splendidly dressed.
The personnel at the entrance only checked the invitations, not for any dangerous items.
They didn’t think anything could happen at a party like this.
Su Yan handed over her invitation and walked into the winery’s venue.
The doors opened wide.
Graceful and elegant music resonated throughout the hall.
The collision of high heels on the marble floor produced a crisp sound.
The crystal chandelier overhead sparkled, illuminating the vast venue.
In the center was a dance floor.
A man and a woman were waltzing magnificently in the middle of the venue.
On both sides were towers built of champagne and red wine, along with some delicate cakes and pastries.
Everywhere was imbued with sophistication and luxury.
High-end perfume wafted through the air.
Even the bows on the waitstaff’s attire were perfectly neat.
Every strand of hair was luxurious.
Su Yan walked into the hall and scanned the room.
She did not see Feng Rong.
She walked down the steps to the long table covered with a white cloth.
She was about to pick up a glass of champagne but thought of her alcohol tolerance.
Silently, she shifted and picked up a glass of juice.
Finding a seat, she sat down and watched the comings and goings.
Undoubtedly, Su Yan was quite a sight.
She wore a slit long dress, her long legs faintly visible, and under the rotating lights, complemented by such a figure.
Needless to say, plenty of people approached to make conversation.
Sure enough, not long after, someone walked up to her, casually picking up the champagne in front of her.
"May I have this beautiful lady’s hand for a dance?"
Su Yan took a sip of orange juice,
"I’m waiting for someone."
The person looked crestfallen.
"What kind of person would leave you waiting here?"
As they spoke, Su Yan heard a sneer from somewhere in the corner.
She was being watched by a gaze.
She turned to look.
Immediately, she spotted the person sitting on a corner sofa.
Dressed in a black suit, holding a glass of champagne, swirling it gently.
That exquisite and beautiful face, yet the eyes were dark and tinged with hostility.
It was Feng Rong.
He had a smirk and watched Su Yan semi-amusedly.
Su Yan blinked, having found the person.
She stood up, no longer minding the person trying to strike up a conversation, and walked towards Feng Rong instead.
She didn’t say anything.
Just sat next to Feng Rong.
Obediently drinking her orange juice.
Ten minutes later.
With a click.
Feng Rong placed his champagne glass on the table.
He leaned his head on one hand and glanced at Su Yan,
"Is my little stepmother waiting for me, or my father?"
As he spoke, he started moving closer to Su Yan.
Su Yan bit her straw,
"You heard everything?"
Feng Rong reached out, pinching Su Yan’s chin,
"It’s nothing scandalous, little stepmother, no need to mind that I heard it, we’re all family."
By the time he said the last sentence, Feng Rong’s smile intensified.
With more mocking undertone.
Though it was a flirtatious gesture, he really pinched her chin hard.
Su Yan spoke slowly,
"You don’t consider me as family."
How could he have left her stranded in the outskirts if they were family?
She raised her head to look at Feng Rong.
Always felt that his hostility was too heavy.
Even with such an appearance that easily incites protective instincts.
He couldn’t suppress the hostility deep in his heart.
She fished around in her bag.
And pulled out a piece of Strawberry Milk Candy.
Peeled it open.
Feng Rong, smiling yet not, leaned closer to Su Yan, about to say something.