And everyone was dressed in their finest attire.

The inspectors at the entrance were only checking the invitations, not whether any dangerous items were being carried.

They didn't think anything could happen at a cocktail party.

Su Yan handed over the invitation and walked into the winery's meeting room.

The door opened.

The melodious and beautiful music resounded throughout the venue.

The marble floor made a crisp sound as high heels collided with it.

The crystal chandeliers overhead twinkled, illuminating the vast venue.

The center position is a dance floor.

A man and a woman are dancing a waltz, twirling gracefully in the venue.

On both sides are towers made of champagne and red wine, as well as some exquisite cakes and pastries.

It exudes exquisite luxury in every aspect.

A sophisticated perfume filled the air.

Even the bow ties worn by the waiters in this venue were neatly arranged.

Every single strand of hair is a luxury.

Su Yan walked into the venue and glanced around.

Feng Rong was not seen.

She walked down the steps and came to the long table covered with a white cloth.

I was going to raise a glass of champagne, but then I thought about my alcohol tolerance.

She quietly moved to the side and picked up a glass of juice.

I found a seat and sat down, watching people come and go.

Without a doubt, Su Yan is very beautiful.

She wore a long, slit dress, her long legs partially visible, and looked stunning in the shimmering lights, perfectly complementing her figure.

There were bound to be plenty of people who would approach and strike up a conversation.

Sure enough, a short while later, she heard someone walk up to her and casually pick up the champagne in front of her.

"May I invite this beautiful lady to dance?"

Su Yan took a sip of orange juice.

"I'm waiting for someone."

The man looked annoyed.

"What kind of person could bear to let you wait for him here?"

As she spoke, Su Yan heard a sneer coming from a corner.

She was being stared at.

She turned her head to look.

I spotted the person sitting on the sofa in the corner at a glance.

He was wearing a black suit and holding a glass of champagne, which he was swirling in his hand.

Such a delicate and beautiful face, yet his eyes were dark and filled with a fierce aura.

It was Feng Rong.

He smiled, a half-smile playing on his lips, as he looked at Su Yan.

Su Yan blinked and found the person.

She stood up, ignoring the people trying to chat her up, and walked towards Feng Rong instead.

She didn't say anything.

He simply sat in the seat next to Feng Rong.

He obediently drank the orange juice in his hand.

Ten minutes later.

With a snap.

Feng Rong placed the champagne in her hand on the table.

He propped his forehead with one hand and glanced at Su Yan.

"Is the person my stepmother is waiting for me, or my father?"

As he spoke, he began to approach Su Yan.

Su Yan bit the straw.

"You heard everything?"

Feng Rong reached out and pinched Su Yan's chin.

“It’s nothing shameful. My stepmother doesn’t need to mind if I overheard it. We’re all family.”

As she spoke her last sentence, Feng Rong's smile deepened.

It carries more of a sarcastic or mocking connotation.

It was clearly a provocative gesture, but when he pinched her chin, he really hit hard.

Su Yan spoke slowly

"You don't treat me like family."

How could a family abandon her in the suburbs?

She looked up at Feng Rong.

I always felt that this person was too aggressive.

Even with such an appearance that easily evokes a protective instinct, she still looks beautiful.

Even that couldn't suppress the rage in his heart.

She rummaged through her bag.

He pulled out a strawberry milk candy.

Peel it open.

Feng Rong smiled faintly, moved closer to Su Yan, and opened her mouth as if to say something.