The Gong family members stopped in their tracks, their expressions becoming somewhat unreadable, their eyes filled with indescribable shock and complexity.
Grandpa Gong looked at Gong Xiangru with a dignified and solemn gaze, the expression in his eyes changing slightly. He did not speak and stood still without taking another step forward.
The younger generation, who had all been brought over by the old man, remained silent and obediently followed behind, watching everything that was happening in the banquet hall.
Gong Ning looked at Gong Xiangru, seeing her smiling eyes, her gentle demeanor, and the slightly puzzled look in her eyes.
A surge of anger, along with an overwhelming wave of sarcasm and mockery, suddenly welled up within me.
So her psychological warfare was... this despicable...
Gong Xiangru clearly revealed a message to her: in Gong Xiangru's world, Gong Ning was so insignificant that she could easily and without any scruples do so in front of everyone...
He denied any connection with her, perfectly disguising himself as a complete stranger with whom he had never crossed paths before...
Are they sure that Gong Ning will continue to be timid and cowardly, and won't dare to admit in public that she is the third young lady of the Gong family?
This is her dear older sister, a socialite from a prominent family who is praised and admired by the world.
Gong Ning suddenly let out a cold sneer and looked at Feng Qing beside her, "Feng Qing, are you nineteen years old? As far as I know, Gong Xiangru is only eighteen. Do you really like being a younger sister to people younger than you?"
"You," Feng Qing noticed the frequent glances directed at her and felt a surge of anger. "Gong Ning, are you ever going to stop? What does it matter to you whether I call someone 'sister' or not? And you interrupted Miss Xiangru's piano playing and you think you're in the right? Don't you even know if she knows you? You're just trying to get close to her. You're really overestimating yourself and have no shame!"
Everyone was ready to listen to Gong Xiangru's piano music, but they were suddenly interrupted. They were already a little uncomfortable, and when Feng Qing deliberately added fuel to the fire, the calm and peaceful atmosphere became slightly agitated.
He looked at her with a hint of dissatisfaction.
Gong Xiangru smiled slightly, not defending Gong Ning, but instead standing opposite her with a smile, speaking up for everyone with an understanding expression, "So, Miss, did you interrupt me suddenly because of something urgent? Or do you think I look a lot like someone you know, so you mistook me for someone else?"
Someone like Gong Xiangru would slap you hard, then ask you with a pained look, "Does it hurt? Let me blow on it for you."
Gong Ning suddenly laughed, her low, slow laughter gradually reaching everyone's ears, tinged with a hint of sarcasm, mockery, and pity.
A moment later, her laughter abruptly stopped, and she turned her head sharply to look at Gong Xiangru. Her usually soft and delicate eyebrows and eyes were instantly tinged with a coldness.
A faint, ambiguous smile curved her lips as she spoke calmly, "Gong Xiangru, it's been so many years, and you haven't improved at all. After all these years, you still resort to such despicable, underhanded, and low-class methods against me. Do you really think I, Gong Ning, will always be so timid? What... has made you so brazen and fearless?"
A few barely perceptible stiffness flashed across Gong Xiangru's eyes...
Gong Ning, who had been staring intently into her eyes, keenly noticed the slight stiffness in her expression.
Suddenly, I realized that over the years, my fear of her and my avoidance of facing her had gradually disappeared.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of pity for my past, a past that was truly somewhat tragic.
How could she allow herself to be so timid and cowardly, suppressed by Gong Xiangru's low-class psychological suggestion for so many years, to the point of being unable to breathe?
Gong Xiangru stared into Gong Ning's eyes for a few seconds, her gaze flickered involuntarily, and she subconsciously looked away.
Gong Ning smiled, and the dark cloud in her heart seemed to disappear suddenly, bringing with it a sense of ease and relief from her previously depressed mood.
She smiled and stared at Gong Xiangru, speaking in a gentle and harmless tone, "I've long heard that Miss Gong plays the piano quite well, so I've been itching to play a duet with you. I'm sure you won't refuse, will you?"
As soon as she said this, Gong Xiangru's eyes flickered slightly, and she deliberately paused for a few moments before not speaking immediately.
The next moment, she heard the people around her retort in shock, "Miss Gong Ning, although we know you can play the piano, Miss Xiang Ru was once the gold medalist in a piano competition, and everyone acknowledges that she plays the piano well. Miss Gong Ning, although we know you can play the piano, there is no need for you to show off in such a small matter. Everyone has their own expertise, and no one will blame you if you don't play well. Besides, we would also like to hear Miss Xiang Ru play the piano live. So, Miss Gong, could you please stop interrupting so rudely?"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the old master Yan, sitting at the head of the table, slammed his cane on the floor a few times and shouted sternly, "Ning'er is the future wife of the Yan clan chief. Is this small request too much? That it has caused you all to feel dissatisfied? Are you expressing so many complaints because you are indirectly dissatisfied with the Yan clan?"
The scene fell silent instantly. The man who had been aggressively questioning Gong Ning changed his expression and quickly fell silent, his previous arrogance and resentment gone.
Gong Xiangru's previously smug smile instantly turned gloomy, but after a moment, the corners of her lips curved into a gentle smile. "Uncle Yan is right. It's just a small request. Xiangru has no reason to disagree. So, Miss Gong Ning, shall we begin?"
Gong Ning had already picked up the violin handed to her by the waiter at some point, skillfully tested the pitch a few times, and then gave her a half-smile, "Okay!"
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