Because it was Mr. Cui’s 80th birthday, the Cui family held a grand banquet and the invited guests were all well-known and prominent families in the circle.
It is precisely because of this that many of the guests who came to the banquet had a sense of superiority. On the surface, everyone was harmonious and talking and laughing, but in the corner where no one was looking, they had another look of contempt and disdain.
In the corridor on the second floor, An Ci leaned against the white railing, standing lazily. She supported her chin with one hand, and looked at the guests chatting and laughing in the banquet hall below with slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes, and sighed in her heart.
I really don't know why these people are so keen on attending banquets. It would be better for her to stay in the laboratory and have awkward conversations with a group of unfamiliar people. It's really tiring.
When Eric came over, he saw her staring blankly at the banquet hall below. He walked up and patted her shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
"Watch the show." An Ci said.
Eric followed her gaze towards the banquet hall below, and the corners of his lips trembled.
The guests invited to the banquet tonight all have a certain status in the circle, and she actually dared to compare them to actors.
He withdrew his gaze from the banquet hall below and looked at her delicate and petite profile. "Why don't you come in with Grandpa?"
They even split up to act separately in such a situation. I really don't know what's going on in her little head.
An Ci looked out at the entire banquet hall, her gaze lingering in the direction of An Zhenxiong for a few seconds. She saw a group of distinguished CEOs gathered around her grandfather, with fawning smiles on their faces.
She tutted her tongue, "No, I want some peace and quiet for a while."
After a pause, she turned to look at the person next to her. Eric inherited his father's tall frame. He was just eighteen years old and already 1.86 meters tall. The well-tailored tuxedo made him look even taller and more slender. With his deep facial features, he looked handsome and capable.
He has the temperament of a noble man, but as soon as he opens his mouth to speak, his potential as a silly dog is exposed.
Just like now.
Eric noticed her gaze, adjusted his bow tie pretentiously, and raised his chin. "Do you think you're impressed by my handsomeness?"
An Ci had heard this kind of narcissistic talk since she was a child and was already immune to it. She laughed and said, "It's okay, a little handsome."
Eric glared at her unsatisfiedly, "What do you mean by 'Xiao Shuai'?"
It’s obviously the Marshal.
"Why hasn't he come up yet?" An Ci muttered.
Eric overheard it and asked casually, "What hasn't come up yet?"
"Strawberry cake." An Ci said, "The waiter just said there would be strawberry cake later, but I haven't seen it yet."
Eric, "..."
She is not here to attend the party, right? Her real purpose is to eat and drink for free, right?
Just when he couldn't help but want to complain about her, An Ci finally became serious and asked, "Why hasn't Mr. Cui shown up yet?"
All the guests have arrived, and logically Mr. Cui should have shown up. However, from the beginning until now, the eldest and second sons of the Cui family have been entertaining the guests, and there has been no sign of Mr. Cui.
"I don't know." Eric looked at the banquet hall below.
"Go to the bathroom with me first."
An Ci glanced at him and said in a cold voice, "How old are you? You still need someone to accompany you to the bathroom? Go by yourself."
Eric pouted and turned to find the bathroom by himself.
Not long after he left, Dali came. He walked quickly to An Ci and whispered a few words.
After hearing this, An Ci's eyes darkened slightly. No wonder Mr. Cui hadn't shown up yet. It turned out that he was ill.
She rolled her eyes, a hint of darkness flashed across her eyes, and she said calmly, "The strawberry cake will be served soon. Go and help me keep watch. I'll be back soon."
He nodded vigorously and turned to go downstairs.
An Ci stood up straight, put one hand in her pocket, and quietly left while no one noticed her.
The night was dark, the cruise ship was anchored on the sea, and the cold wind blowing from all directions carried a salty smell.
An Ci's carefully done hairstyle was blown into a mess, but she had no time to care about it at the moment. The cruise ship was too big, and she had to go around in a circle before she found the room where Mr. Cui was.
There were two bodyguards guarding the door and they were stopped as soon as she appeared.
"Everyone, please leave immediately."
The bodyguard looked her up and down. Seeing that she was young and well-dressed, he thought she was a child brought by a guest. His tone became slightly more conciliatory. "Outsiders are not allowed to come up to this floor. Young master, you should leave immediately."
"I'm lost." An Ci raised his head, his peach blossom eyes were clear and transparent, with the corners of his eyes drooping, showing his innocence, making people relax their vigilance unconsciously.
"Uncle, do you know where the banquet hall is?"
One of the bodyguards whispered, "The banquet hall is on the first floor on the north side. Go down first and ask a waiter..."
Before he could finish his words, the door behind him suddenly opened and a middle-aged man with a serious expression walked out.
At some point, Cui Ming, the head of the Cui family, also left the banquet hall.
"Master Ming." The bodyguards lowered their heads.
"What's making such a fuss at the door?" Cui Ming asked, his eyes noticing An Ci and his brows furrowed. "Why is there a child here?"
The bodyguard said, "Master Ming, this young master said he was lost and asked for directions back to the banquet hall."
Hearing this, Cui Ming stared at An Ci, his eyes full of suspicion and inquiry, "Kid, what's your name?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a hurried voice came out from inside, "Brother, it's not good, father seems to be more seriously ill, come here quickly."
When Cui Ming heard this, he didn't care about An Ci at all. He turned to look at the bodyguards and said, "Go see if Doctor Bot has come up."
"yes."
The bodyguards left in a hurry. After giving his orders, Cui Ming turned around and ran back. In his haste, he even forgot to close the door.
An Ci's eyes lit up and he took the opportunity to slip into the room.
"Dad, don't scare me."
"How could this happen? Didn't you feel much better after taking the medicine?"
It was a mess inside. Cui Ming and his friends gathered around the sofa, looking anxious.
The air was filled with the strong smell of Chinese medicine. An Ci looked at the old man leaning on the sofa and observed him secretly.
According to information obtained, Mr. Cui suffers from heart disease and was attacked and seriously shot several years ago. His health has deteriorated in recent years and he has been looking for famous doctors everywhere.
Noticing the purple color of his lips, An Ci stopped pretending to remain silent. If he continued wasting time, this birthday party would probably turn into a funeral.
"What happened to Grandpa Cui?"
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