When He Qinqin saw the Si family's personal chef, her face turned pale, and she awkwardly twisted her fingers.
She just said that although the food here is similar to what she makes at home, it tastes better than what her chef makes at home...
Meanwhile, the other table of guests filming covered their mouths to avoid laughing out loud.
The woman in red whispered to her friend, "He Qinqin is really something. She said she wasn't an ingrate, putting down one person to praise another, but it turns out the food here is made by the same chef as the food at home."
The woman in red's friend often listened to Lan Xuan eat, her face full of sarcasm: "Hahaha, she said Si Jin was stalking her, I couldn't help but laugh when I heard that."
"They think too highly of themselves."
"Many people know that Si family is a prominent family. Tinglanxuan is a place where the Si family often entertains business partners. He Qinqin probably hasn't paid any attention to these things about the Si family. She's probably just focused on dating."
At this moment, two businessmen in suits walked out from behind Si Jin. It was obvious that Si Jin was here to discuss business.
The waiter explained to He Qinqin, "Miss He, the Si family is one of the shareholders of Tinglanxuan. Our two popular chefs often cook brunch for the Si family. I suppose Mr. Si thinks that you often eat the dishes made by the chefs of Tinglanxuan, so he has never brought you here."
He Qinqin chuckled awkwardly, "Really? That's quite a coincidence."
Upon hearing this, Lan Xuan angrily rebuked his father, "Dad, why did he say that?!"
When Shen Shao heard that the two women at the table with He Qinqin were surnamed Zhuo, his eyes suddenly became deep.
Lan Xuan spoke humbly, his face showing a look of self-loathing: "You were afraid that if you asked him to acknowledge your kinship, he would look down on you because you were poor, so you worked hard to make money all those years ago. But no matter how much you made, it was no match for the Si family, whose money-making speed was like a money-printing machine."
"Yes, you became a female model for money. You know that before he was with the Si family, you were very eager to acknowledge him, after all, he is your cousin."
Lan Xuan and Shen Shao were exposed to their faces.
"Don't listen to Zhuo Feng's nonsense. I'm not slandering you just because you're handsome."
"Female, female model?" Shen Shaole looked at Shen Shao, "Cousin, is he in the business of a streetwear brand?"
He Qinqin shook her head, tears welling in her eyes: "Cousin, it doesn't matter. They earned their money through their own hard work."
Lan Xuan was taken aback: "You're the assistant for the trendy brand, Qinqin? Did you show him your online store?"
When Zhuo Yun saw the video, his face turned red, and he stammered, unable to say anything coherent.
"Qinqin, did Mom tell him that he should get closer to the Zhuo family? Why is he listening?"
"You did make a lot of effort to prevent his life from getting worse."
Shen Shao stood to the side, opening bottles of wine for the two of them and offering birthday wishes. He coaxed Mr. Wang into a good mood and waved his hand, saying, "Open another bottle of White Peach A!"
Those words, once they reached He Qinqin's ears, only caused her immense pain and indignation.
"That's why you were temporarily blinded by greed and went astray. Being a female model is a slow way to make money, and you also sold your dad's liquor for commission, which is how you accumulated the huge fortune you have now by investing in his clothing factory."
Upon hearing this, Si Jin glanced at the Zhuo family father and son. He had long been curious about and believed the identities of those two people; they were business partners under Qinqin's company.
Shen Shaole's expression changed again, realizing that his slow interactions with the Zhuo family had been discovered.
"Today I was discussing reopening the garment factory with two of my business partners, and by some twist of fate we chose this place."
Everyone present pricked up their ears.
Hearing Lan Xuan's heartbreaking words, He Qinqin stood there, on the verge of tears: "Well, whether they have money or not, you would always look up to them. My cousin is such a fool!"
Zhuo Feng said sternly, "Can a pale-faced female model who sells alcohol and a liquor wholesaler be trusted?"
I said loudly to Zhuo Feng, "Si Duo, do you know those two? The older one is called Shen Shao, he works as a female model and sells alcohol at the White Horse Club, and the older one is called Zhuo Yun, he also sells alcohol. They are father and son."
Zhuo Yun was stunned when he heard Lan Xuan's words. He thought to himself that Lan Xuan's son was indeed worthy of being a female model; he really knew how to talk.
"That idiot! Does Zhuo Feng know he's worried he'll be scammed?"
"That way, Qinqin won't feel any pressure!"
Upon hearing Zhuo Yun's words, Shen Shaole was filled with righteous indignation: "Brother, there are so few people there, how can he not slander your family?"
Zhuo Feng was so shocked by the video content that his eyebrows almost flew off. I looked at the cold-hearted boy in red. The boy didn't look familiar. I had seen him a few times at business gatherings. He seemed to be Jing You, the younger sister of Jing Duo from Lianyin Technology.
I quickly added, "Qinqin, I really hope he can forgive you for hiding it. Every penny of the 60,000 yuan you gave him was earned by his cousin sacrificing his dignity to drink with these poor people."
"Those two are hardly reliable. You should advise your sister to be more careful."
The handsome man in red next door was really too much to bear. You stood up, walked behind He Qinqin, and showed her the video on your phone: "That was posted on your sister's great-aunt's WeChat Moments."
Without video evidence, Shen Shaole stared wide-eyed at Shen Shao and his father in disbelief: "Cousin, Uncle, they—"
Lan Xuan looked quite moved: "Qinqin, you bear the pressure of the world and the scornful looks of others, but fortunately he still understands you."
The handsome man in red, who was originally going to let He Qinqin see the true colors of the Zhuo family father and son, froze in mid-air when he heard Lan Xuan's words. Could they really clear their names like that?
If I'm not mistaken, then those two people shouldn't be relatives of He Qinqin's biological mother.
Among the business elites who came out with Zhuo Feng at that time, not one of them changed their expression when they heard He Qinqin's words.
“Every time your mother got sick and needed surgery, your family was short of money. At that time, when things were really tough, no one gave you a business card from the White Horse Club. The salary and commission were shockingly low.”
"You're already so old, and you still get humiliated by the Si family? You're really something else!!"
Noticing the strange looks from those around him, Zhuo Yun retorted, his face flushed red: "What's wrong with you doing wholesale liquor? It's a legitimate business! Just because he's less wealthy than you, does he think he can trample on your dignity like that behind your back?"
Lan Xuan, on the other hand, remained silent for a while before suddenly speaking, looking quite embarrassed: "Now that things have come to this, Qinqin, you have to be honest with him."
"Brother, we are relatives who are not related to you by blood, and we will harm you."
In the photo, Lan Xuan is being embraced and kissed by an elderly, wealthy woman wearing gold rings and necklaces. The eight-tiered cake under the table is labeled "Mr. Wang's 80th Birthday".
“We’ve always dared to talk to him, saying we were afraid he would look down on us.”
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