"Life is too cruel to me..." Que Guanghuai sobbed, lying on the table: "I've failed in both the exam and love, how can anyone live like this?"
"Alright, alright, good girl." Qian Bolun laughed, "At Grandpa Song's birthday banquet tonight, let's see which pretty young lady has her eye on you. I'll definitely do my best to bring you two together!"
Que Guanghuai: "..."
Listen to this! Is this even human language?!
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After school in the afternoon, Song Wenzhi stayed close to Yan Chiyu.
Yan Chiyu turned around and gave him an unpleasant look, but Song Wenzhi immediately put on a handsome and cheerful smile: "Grandpa told me that I must escort you there."
Of course, the most important thing was that he was afraid Yan Chiyu would change his mind and not go at the last minute. If that happened, he probably wouldn't even be able to get into his own home and would be called a good-for-nothing.
"..." Why did I soften my heart and agree back then? This landlord's foolish son.
"Let's go."
Yan Chiyu lowered his eyes and said softly, then bent down and got into the car.
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The birthday banquet for Mr. Song was held in a five-story villa owned by the Song family, and the guests were all relatives of the Song family and some close friends.
Almost all the prominent figures in the capital came; they either had business dealings with the Song family or personal connections with them.
The brightly lit hall featured a buffet table surrounded by long white tables, offering a wide variety of food, including many high-end and exquisite dishes flown in that day, and several rows of expensive wines.
This not only demonstrates the Song family's wealth, but also shows how much the younger generation of the Song family values the old man's birthday banquet.
Men in suits and women in haute couture gathered in twos and threes, some chatting, some discussing business, and naturally, some elders treating it as a large-scale matchmaking event to promote their own children.
The jewelry worn by each person, if placed on an average person's head, would be enough to buy a house on the outer ring road of Beijing.
Yan Chiyu and Song Wenzhi had arrived half an hour earlier.
As soon as Yan Chiyu entered, he was warmly and kindly pulled aside by Old Song, who was wearing a red festive long gown, leaving Song Wenzhi alone, bewildered in the wind.
Old Master Song led Yan Chiyu to the study in the villa, where Old Master Que and Old Master Qian were also present.
After telling his son to change into a more presentable outfit, Mr. Song followed him upstairs.
Song Wenzhi: "??" Am I not his biological son?
Not only his grandfather, but his own father also left, and the whole family revolved around Yan Chiyu.
Even the most distinguished guest wouldn't just leave their own son unattended, would they? Not only was there no compensation for their trouble, but there wasn't even a word of sympathy.
Song Wenzhi was slightly injured and had to go upstairs to change his clothes. He opened a group voice chat on his phone while changing.
"Wheel, Lao Que, when are you guys getting here? Requesting backup! I'm so bored I could die!"
Qian Bolun: "Wait a minute, I'll go with my dad."
Que Guanghuai: "Me too. My mom insisted that I hold her arm as we went in. She thought we were walking on a red carpet. She really was!"
"Where's Yunwei? I remember the Zhou family was on the guest list too..."
"Dad took my sister, so I'm not going." The girl's voice was a little hoarse as she carefully concealed her disappointment and grievance.
Song Wenzhi glanced at her phone screen, her thick eyelashes fluttering slightly, and said considerately, "Come on, come as our classmates. You and Wu Yue come together, and we'll take care of you. There are so many people at the banquet, two more of you won't make a difference."
After putting on the last suit jacket, Song Wenzhi asked again, "Where's Wu Yue?"
At this moment, Wu Yue was sitting in a car on her way to the Song family villa. She didn't recognize the driver, and Wu Cunxu was sitting in the passenger seat.
She sat between two child seats, like the filling in a sandwich.
Wu Yue took a moment to take out her phone and typed a reply in the group chat: I'm going with Wu Tingyun and the others, see you later.
Que Guanghuai: ? ? ?
Qian Bolun: What's your relationship with this cutie?! ? ?
Song Wenzhi: Huh?
Wu Yue: Wu Cunxu is my cousin.
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