Chapter 317 All the guests were intercepted.

Sheng Chengjun and his mother were stunned when Jiang Cheng called him "Dad".

illegitimate child?

"Kid, don't call me that. I only have one son."

Sheng Chengjun was so angry that he roared again.

"Girl, why aren't you confessing? You'll make your father furious!" Sheng Weiwei shouted at him as she pulled her father's hand away from his collar.

Jiang Cheng raised her hand and gently peeled her ear back.

He held an extremely thin human face mask in his hand.

Beneath the mask was a beautiful little face that the whole family knew all too well.

"Qingning".

"Qingning!"

Sheng Chengjun and his mother exclaimed at the same time, and the two rushed forward to hug her tightly.

"You little ingrate, you've finally come back to see your mother."

Sheng's mother gently patted her back, her eyes instantly reddening.

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, I made you worry." Qingning's eyes were also red. "I miss you both very much."

Looking at his daughter's face, Sheng Chengjun's tone, which had been so firm just moments before, softened into a ball of cotton. "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

"Why are you wearing this mask? What happened?" Aunt Sheng touched her face, her eyes full of heartache.

"Qingning has indeed encountered a little trouble." Gu Xingnian walked over and led the group to the living room sofa.

"He's wearing this mask now as a form of protection for her. Mom and Dad, I'll tell you the details later."

Sheng Chengjun gently patted his daughter's thin hand, "No matter what difficulties you encounter, you must remember that you still have a family. Even if the sky falls, Dad will hold it up for you."

"Thank you, Dad." Qingning leaned against his warm embrace, tears streaming down her face.

"Alright, alright, everyone sit down, dinner's ready. Qingning must be starving." Aunt Sheng wiped away her tears, turned and strode quickly toward the kitchen.

The family ate their meal happily, and Sheng's mother kept putting food into Qingning's bowl with her chopsticks. Soon, her bowl was piled high with food.

"If you keep adding more, I won't be able to fit any more shrimp in my bowl," Mr. Sheng complained as he peeled the bright red shrimp.

"I prepared it for you a long time ago." Aunt Sheng smiled and placed another clean, empty bowl in front of Qingning.

Qingning immediately picked up the empty bowl, eagerly waiting for her father to feed her, and even swallowed her saliva in a very unseemly manner.

Sheng Weiwei couldn't help but laugh when she saw her greedy expression.

It was precisely because of her appearance that I recognized her at a glance that day.

"Don't worry, neither Niannian nor I eat shrimp, this whole plate is yours."

"Really?" Qingning looked up in surprise, then added, "You're injured right now, so you really can't eat. Nian Nian and I will take care of this plate of shrimp for you!"

Her words made everyone at the table laugh.

Dinner ended in a wonderful atmosphere, and from beginning to end, Mr. and Mrs. Sheng's eyes never left Qingning.

After dinner, the three sisters huddled in Sheng Weiwei's room, arguing endlessly about something.

"I must treat the external injuries first! It's my birthday party tomorrow, and I want to wear my most beautiful dress to make that Tong Hua furious." Sheng Weiwei's attitude was firm.

"No, the internal injuries must be treated first!" Gu Xingnian insisted. "In your current state, you can't even dance. Once the internal injuries are healed, the external injuries will heal in at most half a month."

Unable to reach a conclusion, the two turned to Qingning at the same time.

She paused for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"This time, I'll make the decision."

After saying that, she walked straight over and hugged Sheng Weiwei.

Sheng Weiwei felt a bone-chilling cold rush into her body, making her shiver violently.

Immediately afterwards, another scorching heat wave swept over me, making my bones feel like they were about to melt.

After a long while, Qingning finally let go of her.

Her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and she looked like she had used up a lot of energy.

Sheng Weiwei slowly opened her eyes, feeling more refreshed than ever before, and all the pain in her body had disappeared.

She quickly ran to the mirror to check herself. The hideous scar on her collarbone was gone, and the wounds on her chest and hands had scabbed over and were very faint.

"This is amazing! My body doesn't hurt at all anymore!" Sheng Weiwei was both surprised and delighted. She never expected that Qingning's ability could make her body recover so quickly.

"Qingning, I love you so much! Tomorrow I can not only dance, but also open a film..."

Sheng Weiwei excitedly kissed her on the cheek, then pulled the two of them into the dressing room to start choosing their outfits for tomorrow.

Around 10 p.m., Fu Beichen and Huo Shao appeared at the Sheng family's gate at the same time to pick up their respective people.

Qingning has put the mask back on and is now dressed as Jiang Cheng again.

Sheng's mother held "his" hand and hugged him for a long time before reluctantly letting go, constantly reminding him to come home more often when he had time.

She agreed to them all.

...

The next morning, the sun shone brightly.

In Haicheng today, all the flowers have been bought up, and they have only two destinations.

One of them is the largest banquet hall in the Vanke Hotel.

The other one is the Sheng Group.

The entrance to the Shengshi Group building once again became the focus of the entire city.

Eight huge trucks lined up in a row, and hundreds of workers were carrying flowers into the building like an assembly line. The exquisitely packaged and vibrant bouquets filled the air with a rich fragrance.

Passersby stopped in their tracks, taking photos and discussing the incident with their phones.

"What's going on? Has the Sheng family switched to the wholesale flower business?"

"It must be some rich man proposing to her, how romantic!"

"This is so extravagant! How much money did it cost?!"

The floor where Sheng Weiwei was located was already packed to the brim, with barely any room to move around, so the workers had to start moving people to other floors.

When Sheng Weiwei's car stopped in front of the Shengshi Building, she was also stunned by the magnificent sea of ​​flowers in front of her.

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Sheng Weiwei?"

A middle-aged man held up a photo, compared it from left to right, confirmed it, and then came over to ask a question.

She nodded.

The man immediately handed over a receipt and a pen.

"Ms. Sheng, please sign for this. There are 9,999 bouquets of blessings here. Happy birthday to you."

Sheng Weiwei hesitated for a moment, then signed her name and asked,

"May I ask what the name of the customer who ordered the flowers is?"

The man wore a professional smile and spoke apologetically.

"The distinguished guest does not wish to reveal his name. However, he left a card and instructed that it must be delivered to you personally."

As he spoke, the man took a pink envelope out of his pocket.

Sheng Weiwei took it, gently tore open the seal with her fingertips, and pulled out the card inside.

There was only one sentence written in a flamboyant style.

Happy birthday, Little Chili! I love you!

This handwriting... it's Zhan Xiao's!

Wasn't he going to get engaged to someone else today? How does he have the leisure to do all this and send her flowers?

Sheng Weiwei was silent for a few seconds, then put the card away and said to the man, "Tell them not to move anything inside."

"Please give the remaining flowers to the ladies who pass by, thank you."

“Well… okay.” The man hesitated for a moment, but the customer is always right, so he immediately nodded and turned to arrange for people to distribute the remaining flowers to passersby.

When Sheng Weiwei walked into the office, there was no doubt that the entire public relations department had become a sea of ​​flowers.

Everyone stood in two rows, waiting for her at the end of the flower-strewn aisle.

"Welcome, Director Sheng!"

Several male colleagues fired their celebratory cannons with a "bang," sending confetti flying everywhere.

That's right, the Human Resources Department released the latest announcement this morning.

Shi Li was dismissed and investigated, while Sheng Weiwei was promoted to Director of Public Relations.

Meanwhile, the company's official website also released a clarification announcement, officially clearing up all the false rumors between her and President Bai.

Sheng Weiwei smiled and said, "It's my birthday today. I'm treating everyone to a big lunch. No one is allowed to miss it."

"Long live Director Sheng!"

"Happy birthday!"

The office was immediately filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.

As night fell, the Sheng residence was already brightly lit and decorated with festive decorations.

After getting off work, Sheng Weiwei went straight home. She sat in front of her dressing table, carefully applied exquisite makeup, and changed into a gold haute couture dress that she had specially prepared for the evening, adorned with dazzling jewelry around her neck and on her wrists.

It was so noble it was dazzling.

The butler and servants greeted the guests at the door.

At 6:30, Fu Beichen and Gu Xingnian arrived, both dressed in appropriate formal attire, with Gu Xingnian carrying a beautifully wrapped gift box.

Not long after, Huo Shao and Jiang Cheng arrived.

And then, that was it.

The huge banquet hall was empty. None of the more than one hundred invitations sent out were attended by the young talents.

Aunt Sheng was having snacks with Jiang Cheng at the snack counter, her face showing a little embarrassment.

Mr. Sheng was on the phone in his study upstairs. None of his usual business partners or sons of family friends had come. He needed to find out what was going on.

Fu Beichen and Huo Shao hid in the garden to smoke.

"Bai Yu has gone too far. He snatched away more than a hundred talented young men. Isn't he afraid of being beaten up in a sack at night?"

Huo Shenyuan exhaled a smoke ring, his tone full of teasing and amusement.

Fu Beichen curled his lips into a smile. "How do you know he didn't deliberately provoke people, just to wait for them to come and cause trouble?"

"That's shameless enough. I bet a hundred bucks he'll be kneeling on a knife tonight," Huo Shenyuan laughed.

“I bet he’ll eat meat tonight. He’s tough and can take a beating,” Fu Beichen said confidently.

Most importantly, he believed in Chen Sen's competence.

The two men put out their cigarettes and returned to the lobby, where they finally saw an unfamiliar face.

It was Lin Xiaoli, holding a gift box, standing somewhat reservedly at the door.

Of the entire public relations department, Sheng Weiwei only invited her.

As she entered the magnificent hall, which was comparable to a palace, she immediately spotted the radiant Sheng Weiwei and quickly ran over to her.

"Happy birthday, Sister Weiwei! Your house is so beautiful!" Lin Xiaoli exclaimed as she handed over the gift.

Sheng Weiwei smiled and took it, "Thank you, come on, there's lots of good food over there, go get some yourself."

Lin Xiaoli looked at the dazzling array of food at the buffet and couldn't help but swallow.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of Chairman Sheng coming down the stairs from the second floor out of the corner of her eye, and she shrank back in fright.

Why is Chairman Sheng at Sister Weiwei's house?

Could it be that the two of them are really as the rumors say...?

"Don't overthink it," Sheng Weiwei reached out and gently tapped her forehead with her finger. "Chairman Sheng is my father."

"Huh? You're the legendary Miss Sheng?" Lin Xiaoli's mouth dropped open in astonishment.

Sheng Weiwei was amused by her, "Quickly close your mouth, you're drooling."

Lin Xiaoli subconsciously raised her hand and wiped the corner of her mouth.

Sheng Chengjun walked downstairs with a sullen face and said directly to Sheng Weiwei:

"They're not coming. That little bastard Bai Yu intercepted them all and took them to his engagement party."

“Shengchuang Financial has made it clear that anyone who doesn’t attend the engagement party will be blacklisted from all their business dealings for life. And those talented young people you invited happen to be on their invitation list.”

Upon hearing her father's words, Sheng Weiwei's beautiful face, adorned with exquisite makeup, instantly contorted in anger.

You, Bai Yu...

Fu Beichen and Huo Shenyuan exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying a message only they understood.

It seems Bai Yu is going to have a tough time tonight.

"Alright, alright, let's cut the cake! Let's celebrate by ourselves, let's cut the cake!" Aunt Sheng quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

The butler immediately directed the servants to bring out the nine-tiered luxury birthday cake that had been ordered.

Everyone gathered around, ready to sing "Happy Birthday".

"Don't touch it!" Qingning suddenly shouted, "This cake... might... be poisoned!"

poisonous!

Sheng Weiwei immediately looked at her, "What do you mean?"

Having no other choice, Qingning recounted everything she had overheard Bai Yu saying in the private room that night.

Of all times, this little loudspeaker had to go off now...

Sheng Weiwei's anger soared to a fever pitch.

Her gaze shifted to Fu Beichen and Huo Shenyuan. "Did he really say that?"

Huo Shenyuan's eyes darted around, but he answered with a very serious expression, "I drank too much that night, I really didn't hear you clearly."

Fu Beichen's survival instinct kicked in instantly, "I was on the phone with my wife at the time and had no idea about this."

"He dared to poison me! I'll go kill him right now!" Sheng Chengjun was furious, his forehead veins bulging with rage.

"This is outrageous!" Sheng Weiwei gritted her teeth in hatred, a surge of anger rising in her chest, almost bursting out of her chest.

"Brother was just joking, don't take it seriously," Gu Xingnian quickly explained.

Mrs. Sheng held her daughter's hand tenderly, "Baby, don't be angry. You have to look beautiful today. I'll have someone order another one."

“I was prepared,” Qingning said. “I brought a cake.”

As she spoke, she picked up the eight-inch cake she had brought from the table next to her.

And so, the scene turned out like this.

A dozen or so people sat around a huge dining table, singing "Happy Birthday" to a lonely eight-inch cake.

As Sheng Weiwei held the cake knife and cut into the cake, which was smaller than her face, she felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

She didn't even make a wish, because she only had one wish right now: an eye for an eye.

Wow! This is so beautiful! It's absolutely stunning!

Lin Xiaoli was scrolling through her WeChat Moments when she suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

She was watching the live video that Yang Fan had just posted.

Indeed, at this moment, the entire social media feed of Haicheng's high society is flooded with posts about Bai Yu's engagement banquet.

In the video, at Bai Yu's engagement party, a beautiful flower castle was built with countless pink flowers...

The event was packed with guests, elegantly dressed, clinking glasses, and filled with lively chatter—it was truly a dreamlike fairytale feast.

Sheng Weiwei slowly put down the champagne glass in her hand.

She walked to the corner and pulled a baseball bat from a sports bag.

She tapped the club lightly twice on her left palm, then turned to walk out.

"Weiwei, where are you going?" Sheng's mother was startled by her actions.

Sheng Weiwei turned around, her face unusually calm, even with a hint of a smile.

"I just finished eating, I'm going out for some exercise."

"You're dressed like that to exercise?" Sheng's mother looked at her evening gown and was shocked.

Sheng Weiwei smiled, a smile that carried a ruthless, all-or-nothing quality.

"It's alright, I'm fine with it."

After saying that, she walked out without looking back...