As expected, after those so-called refined young ladies inwardly despised Ye Xiruo, this uncultured country bumpkin, none of them lowered themselves to challenge her.

Ye Xiruo's move scared away those so-called noble ladies, but it couldn't stop the men who coveted her beauty. Those who were quite self-aware were driven away by Xiu Qiyu, and those who remained were all harboring some unspeakable motives towards Ye Xiruo, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity.

Ye Xiruo saw through everything from their eyes, and Xiu Qiyu was also secretly observing the men and women who showed hostility towards Ye Xiruo.

Everyone who approached Xiu Qiyu to talk to or probe him was firstly stunned by his perfect appearance, and secondly, overwhelmed by his aura, making them feel inferior without realizing it. Xiu Qiyu also calmly deflected all the probing questions, using Mo Tan, who was behind him, as a shield.

"This is the next CEO of Fengshen International. We hope you will all take good care of him." Mo Tan was tall and slender, with a refined and handsome appearance. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, exuding the air of a business elite. Although he was easily overlooked next to Xiu Qiyu, he remained calm and composed when all eyes were on him, and he handled the questioning glances with equanimity.

Xiu Qiyu's opinion of him also improved considerably.

As for what those people thought, that wasn't his concern. Mo Tan hadn't expected Xiu Qiyu to push him to the forefront so suddenly; it was a surprise attack! He wondered if he could survive until tomorrow morning.

"Miss Ye, would you do me the honor of having a drink with me?"

Ye Xiruo didn't even turn her head: "Face, do you even have that thing?"

The CEO of the daily chemical company never expected Ye Xiruo to be so disrespectful, practically humiliating him in public. His fat face turned red and blue instantly, like a face-changing act.

"Miss Ye is joking."

"I never joke around. If you still want to come along, hehe..."

Ye Xiruo described the connotations of these two words in a way that was ineffable.

Seemingly frightened by Ye Xiruo's words or intimidated by her sudden outburst of aura, the wealthy merchant stopped in his tracks and left in a fit of rage.

The next few who came up to chat were all stunned by a single look from Ye Xiruo. Ye Xiruo even played a little trick, such as making them slip suddenly. They could have easily regained their balance, but instead, they made solid contact with the floor.

Some people's wine glasses suddenly shattered, with bright red wine splashing everywhere, accompanied by screams.

"Ahhh—" Many women screamed in terror. The person involved was also quite frightened. This was too surreal. How could such a short wine glass explode? At this moment, he didn't care about his stained clothes. He raised his hand to touch his face and found that the wine was mixed with blood. He was so scared that he almost died. He quickly left.

Ye Xiruo didn't go too far. She only taught a few men she couldn't stand a chance to be taught a lesson. After all, today was not an ordinary birthday banquet, but an old man's birthday banquet, and she didn't want to ruin someone else's birthday banquet.

At 8:15:10, the legendary Old Master Yao finally appeared. Old Master Yao was very thin, wearing a dark yellow Tang suit, with a string of sandalwood prayer beads on his wrist, and a slight smile on his withered face.

"Thank you all for gracing my birthday banquet. I am deeply grateful. Please enjoy yourselves tonight."

It was clear that Old Master Yao's mental state wasn't good; he had a host of ailments. However, Ye Xiruo had no intention of treating him. After all, Old Master Yao was just a stranger to her. When this old man was a force to be reckoned with in Linjiang City, she wasn't even born yet, and her father was still very young.

Xiu Qiyu prepared a 600-year-old ginseng root, its shape somewhat resembling a human figure, and it was very well preserved. This birthday gift wasn't the most stunning, but it was definitely something that would please Old Master Yao. He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to obtain a ginseng of this quality; Xiu Qiyu had put a lot of thought into it.

This was the worst-quality radish that Ye Xiruo had plucked from her own space, both in appearance and medicinal efficacy. After a quick wash and some packaging, it was already equivalent to a third-grade spiritual medicine.

Another gift was a one-meter-tall jade Buddha statue, which amazed everyone present. With such a large piece of jade and such exquisite craftsmanship, it must be worth nearly ten million. Although the meaning was very auspicious, the old man did not show any obvious joy. He simply nodded and said, "It's too much of a waste."

There were also gifts of calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, bonsai, koi fish, hand-painted screens, and folk remedies—it was truly dazzling and overwhelming.

Of course, Grandpa Yao wasn't in such good spirits, and after sitting for about half an hour, he got up and left.

The passing of Mr. Yao did not signify the end of the birthday banquet, but rather brought it to a climax, a fact that everyone tacitly agreed upon.

The birthday celebration was just a pretext; only the individuals themselves knew their true motives for coming.

Anyway, the main culprit has already shown up. All that's left is for Xiu Qiyu to push Mo Tan out so that the entire Linjiang City understands that Fengshen International has changed hands again.

Many people are puzzled: Xiu Qiyu clearly looks like a born king, so how could the Investiture of the Gods be changed again in such a short time?

"I have my own company abroad. Ye Xiruo is still young. I'm only here to help her in an emergency. Once Mo Tan takes office and the company stabilizes, Ye Xiruo and I will go abroad. Neither of them will be involved in the operation of Fengshen International. Unless the company faces a critical moment of life or death, they probably won't come back."

Once this reason was given, everyone reluctantly accepted it. Although they felt it was a pity, their assessment of Xiu Qiyu's danger level rose several degrees. No one doubted what Xiu Qiyu said, as if everything that came out of Xiu Qiyu's mouth was the truth.

If Xiu Qiyu could be persuaded to give up the title of God, then his own company must be at least a Fortune 500 company. How come I've never heard of Xiu Qiyu before? Could it be that he's been working silently behind the scenes for over a decade, only revealing his existence now for Ye Xiruo? That's truly touching.

Ye Xiruo twirled the wine glass in her hand, wondering whether she should smash it into the man's face. Suddenly, the glass was taken from her hand, and then someone did what she had always wanted to do—it was truly satisfying.