Wen Jiaojiao couldn't sit down, so she stood up and said:

"I'm going to the restroom too."

After speaking, she stood up and walked out. As she passed the first table, she suddenly stopped.

Wen Zhaoye sat in his seat, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes cold and aloof, exuding an air of detached elegance. Around him were people fawning over him.

One of the fat men walked over from another table, holding a wine glass, and bowed slightly as he said:

"President Wen, you are truly young and promising."

Another person came over from another table to offer a toast:

"Here, let me toast you."

Wen Zhaoye picked up the wine glass with the tip of his cigarette between his fingers, gave it a perfunctory look, then lifted his eyelids, about to drink it, when suddenly, through the crowd surrounding him, he met a pair of bright, beautiful eyes.

People hurried by, but she remained motionless, staring at him.

He paused, his mind a jumbled mess.

Three seconds passed, and Wen Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows slightly, not disturbing him. She turned her gaze away and walked towards the restroom.

This kid has been lying to me all along.

But what did he do?

How come so many people in the port city fawn over him?

Wen Zhaoye was flustered, fearing she would be angry, so he stood up:

"I need to use the restroom first."

After he left, the people around him whispered among themselves.

"This is President Jiang's illegitimate son?"

"What illegitimate child? This one looks much older than Jiang Ci. It's obvious that he was born before they got married."

"Keep your voices down. Madam Jiang and Jiang Ci are both here. If this gets out, we'll all be in trouble."

"Is President Jiang still keeping it a secret? It feels like everyone in Hong Kong except for Mrs. Jiang's family knows."

On the other side, Wen Jiaojiao finished washing her hands and walked out of the bathroom. Suddenly, she felt a restraint on her arm and was pulled into a warm embrace.

Wen Jiaojiao frowned and turned her head to look over:

"What's wrong? There are people coming and going, don't you have any dignity?"

Wen Zhaoye held her tightly and said gently:

"No, it's more important to appease my wife."

Wen Jiaojiao asked with great confusion:

"Why are you trying to coax me? I'm not angry."

Wen Zhaoye turned his head to look at her, and asked curiously:

Aren't you angry because I lied to you?

Wen Jiaojiao chuckled softly:

"It's a good thing you have money, why should I be angry? Shouldn't this be considered a surprise?"

Besides, when you pretended to be poor, you didn't mistreat me. It's not like you were rich and pretended to be poor to make me suffer later.

Wen Zhaoye's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly calmed down. He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had thought of something, and said:

"Wait, I just called your wife, and you responded, right?"

Wen Jiaojiao raised her hand and gently pushed his cheek, saying:

"Let go right now, what kind of behavior is this?"

Wen Zhaoye did not let it go:

"You tell me first, do you admit it?"

Wen Jiaojiao's lips curled slightly, and as she was organizing her thoughts, a voice suddenly came from beside her:

"Sis, who is this?"

The two were startled and subconsciously looked over, only to see Jiang Ci staring at them with wide eyes.

Wen Jiaojiao broke free from Wen Zhaoye's embrace and awkwardly explained:

"There's a slight possibility that he'll become your brother-in-law in the future."

Wen Zhaoye had no interest in examining his half-sister. He corrected Wen Jiaojiao's words:

"How can you say it's just a little?"

"That's not necessarily true yet." Before he could say anything, Wen Jiaojiao hooked her arm around Jiang Ci's and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Ci turned back to look at Wen Zhaoye again and whispered:

"Sis, this guy is so handsome, where did you find him?"

Wen Jiaojiao chuckled softly and said:

"He was my stepbrother from my previous family."

Jiang Ci couldn't help but look back at him again. Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly, glancing at her indifferently, which startled Jiang Ci, who immediately looked away and said:

"So fierce, I instantly disliked her, I feel like she might be abusive."

Upon hearing her words, Wen Zhaoye's brows furrowed even more deeply.

Wen Jiaojiao raised her hand to brush a stray hair behind her ear and chuckled softly:

"Really? Maybe."

Wen Zhaoye was afraid that Jiang Ci would say something even more irrelevant and damaging to his reputation, so he took Wen Jiaojiao's hand and said:

"Come on, I'll take you to my table."

Wen Jiaojiao refused:

"No need, everyone at your table is talking business, it's not very interesting, you can go by yourself."

The people at Wen Zhaoye's table all looked over at the same time, and asked in surprise again.

"See? How can these two hold hands?"

"Looks interesting."

"I just went to the restroom and saw two people hugging. I was so scared that I held it in."

"The Jiang family is in for a bit of a stir now."

As everyone spoke, they all fell silent when Wen Zhaoye approached.

Wen Zhaoye understood the meaning behind their glances. He sat in the main seat, unbuttoning his suit jacket, and said indifferently:

"I am not related to her by blood."

"Oh, no wonder, Miss Jiang is indeed quite beautiful."

"Exactly, they look like a perfect match, both talented and beautiful."

Everyone chimed in agreement, but Wen Jiaojiao, who was passing by, didn't take it seriously.

Sitting in her seat, Jiang Ci couldn't help but say:

"Sister, who is he? Everyone at that table is a big shot in Hong Kong."

Wen Jiaojiao recalled the styles in the Sunrise store and Wen Zhaoye's reaction when he passed by that store last time:

"I don't know what he does, but I guess he's in the clothing business."

Jiang Ci went through it in her mind and said aloud:

"Could that rapidly emerging Sunrise store in Hong Kong be his?"

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