Jiang Nian never expected that this situation would occur at the banquet.
The training she received from a young age made her body react faster than her brain.
Without even seeing who it was, he nimbly dodged the splashed scarlet wine.
Her cool brows furrowed. She looked up and saw Madam Song, Chen Fulan, and Jiang Ranran standing together.
Madam Song did not expect that Jiang Nian would be able to avoid this cup of wine.
Seeing that Jiang Nian wasn't covered in red wine and looking disheveled as she had expected, she couldn't help but feel a little exasperated.
She sneered, "Jiang Nian, you country bumpkin have quite the thick skin!"
"Do you even know what kind of occasion this is tonight? How dare you sneak into my Song family's home?"
Madam Song was aggressive.
For a moment, many people in the banquet hall looked in this direction.
When they noticed Jiang Nian's figure and saw her attire, many people looked on in surprise.
Who is this girl?
To attend the Song family's banquet dressed like this, do you not even have a decent evening gown?
No wonder Madam Song said she came from the countryside. How did someone like that even get in? Was she trying to use this opportunity to infiltrate high society?
At such a young age, he already has wicked intentions and fantasizes about climbing the social ladder.
Many people looked at him with disdain.
Jiang Nian glanced coldly at Madam Song: "I've already said that it was Song Sichen who invited me here."
Madam Song scoffed disdainfully, "Don't joke around. What kind of person is Si Chen? How could a girl like you possibly get close to him?"
"Fine, I don't care how you got in here. Get out of the Song family right now, or don't blame me for having you dragged out!"
Seeing Madam Song's overbearing demeanor, Jiang Nian forcefully suppressed her inner irritation.
Tonight is Grandpa Song's carefully prepared birthday banquet, and she doesn't want to cause him any trouble.
Now that she has brought the items, there is no need for her to stay here.
Jiang Nian took a deep breath. Out of politeness, she still had to greet him. So she coldly pulled a waiter aside and instructed him, "Tell Song Sichen that I have already come and placed the things I brought for Grandpa Song on the table."
Jiang Ranran covered her mouth, looking on with amusement.
"Sister, why are you still pretending that you were invited by Uncle Song? Are you ashamed?"
"If you hadn't severed ties with your family and done that to Brother Wenjing last time, Aunt Song might have let you stay today out of respect for me."
"Unfortunately, people always have to pay the price for their actions."
Jiang Nianzhen found it annoying to say even half a word more to Jiang Ranran.
He turned around and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, Madam Song seemed to have seized an opportunity: "Stop!"
"If you're leaving, take everything you brought with you. What kind of tattered box is this? The Song family doesn't care about it."
As she spoke, Madam Song took a few steps forward and threw the wooden box that Jiang Nian had placed on the altar onto the ground.
With a snap, the wooden box shattered into pieces.
A small ceramic jar was knocked out.
Fortunately, the walls of the jar were thick enough that the porcelain jar was not shattered on the spot.
However, Madam Song not only did not think she had gone too far, but became even more arrogant and sarcastic.
"You said you were delivering something to our old man, and this is the piece of junk you brought?"
"What good stuff can fit in such a small jar? Don't you even look at what other people bring as birthday gifts?"
"Trying to curry favor, but can't even offer anything decent. Growing up in the countryside, they really are no good."
Chen Fulan chimed in, her tone smug, "That's right, I heard that the old man had a bit of an accident yesterday and injured his leg. Ranran and I specially prepared ginseng and cordyceps to help him recover."
"It's so easy to tell who's sincere and who's just pretending."
Jiang Nian stood there, unable to help but clench her fists.
I feel that my patience has reached its limit.
She even began to consider what the consequences would be if she picked up the broken wooden box right there and smashed it on the heads of Madam Song and Chen Fulan.
There are too many people here.
It's inconvenient to do it myself.
More and more people are looking this way, eager to see Jiang Nian make a fool of himself.
Jiang Nian bent down and reached out, intending to pick up the medicine jar that had rolled to the ground first.
But a long, slender hand with distinct joints picked up the item even faster than she could.
She looked up and met Song Sichen's apologetic yet concerned gaze as he held a medicine jar.
The man immediately apologized to Jiang Nian.
"I'm sorry I came out late, Miss Jiang Nian. Are you alright?"
Tonight, Song Sichen wore a finely tailored black tuxedo with clean, crisp creases that accentuated his tall and slender figure, his eyes reflecting the silhouette of a young girl.
His handsome and extraordinary appearance, along with his gentle and refined demeanor, instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Many daughters of wealthy and powerful families attended the banquet tonight, all there for Song Sichen.
Even Ji Yuwei, who was hiding behind the wall, was the same.
At a young age, Song Sichen had already graduated from a top medical school abroad and become the president of a top-tier hospital in China.
Moreover, she has an excellent reputation in high society. She is morally upright, still single, and has never had any messy scandals or rumors.
Her figure and appearance are also impeccable.
She is practically everyone's ideal marriage partner.
—Miss Jiang Nian, are you late?
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