"Is this a kind reminder?" Mo Jing picked up her wine glass, a slight smile on her lips. The light above her head cast a silhouette of her long, curled eyelashes. Her face, without heavy makeup, was much prettier than the heavily made-up women next to her.

Zou Shijie, a refined gentleman, picked up his wine glass and sipped the fragrant wine with elegant and natural movements: "I'm more curious about how Miss Mo will handle this later."

“Mr. Zou doesn’t seem like the kind of person who’s overly curious.” Mo Jing’s smile was polite and graceful.

"Miss Mo doesn't seem like the rumors suggest." For some reason, although Mo Jing's expression was calm and seemingly indifferent, Zou Shijie felt very relaxed and comfortable around her. Unlike with those daughters of wealthy families, he didn't feel a heavy sense of pressure, as if he couldn't breathe.

"Oh, what are the rumors about me? Arrogant, willful, unreasonable, or the latest new term, 'jinx,' a stupid woman who can't get married." Mo Jing spoke slowly and deliberately, her words light and casual, as if these words weren't directed at her. "We've only met twice, how would you know what kind of person I am?"

In fact, there have been more and more rumors circulating about Mo Jing lately, especially after her two failed marriages. Many even say that Mo Jing's infidelity led to the annulments of her engagements. And where these rumors originated is obvious.

"Rumors stop with the wise. I believe what I see." The wine-red liquid reflected a beautiful luster under the light, and Zou Shijie's lips curved into a smile.

Mo Jing casually brushed a few strands of hair that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear with a natural and elegant movement. Although she didn't have a deliberate smile and her whole expression was indifferent, she always managed to attract attention.

On the other side, Mo Xiangtian and Zou Zhentian stood to one side, watching the two young people chatting happily.

"Haha, Mr. Zou, look how well your son and my daughter are getting along. Young people always have so much to talk about." Mo Xiangtian was quite satisfied with Zou Shijie. He seemed good in every way – in terms of looks, family background, and character – and a good match for his daughter.

"I didn't expect it either, Mr. Mo, your daughter is so beautiful and gentle." I had heard rumors from the outside world saying how bad Mo Jing was, but now it seems that it was just someone deliberately smearing her. After all, who doesn't know what's going on in high society?

"Not at all, I think your son is the real dragon among men. I heard he graduated from Harvard University in the United States and is very well-known in the American medical field. It seems that you, Chairman Zou, have a worthy successor." Mo Xiangtian smiled broadly, his face twitching with joy.

"Not at all." Zou Zhentian was also very happy. This son had always been his pride, and he had never had to worry about him much since he was a child.

At this moment, Riemann walked over, dressed in a black evening gown with a shawl draped over her shoulders. Despite being over fifty, her well-maintained appearance made her look like she was in her thirties. Her polite smile exuded elegance and grace.

She walked over and saw Zou Zhentian holding a glass of red wine. His beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and his smiling face sank slightly. He took a glass of juice from the waiter next to him and went forward.

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Chapter 1 complete. More updates to come, four chapters tonight!