The word "your" was neither too light nor too heavy, yet it felt like a hurricane tearing a gaping hole in the ocean waves.
Yang Jiao's expression suddenly changed drastically. She turned to look at Li Qingqing, her eyes filled with doubt, shock, and anger.
Li Qingqing hurriedly defended herself: "Jiaojiao, don't listen to Song Qingyou's nonsense, I didn't..."
"Just a coincidence," Song Qingyou interrupted softly, pushing her phone towards him. "I took a photo by chance that day."
Feeling guilty, Li Qingqing reached for the phone, but Yang Jiao snatched it away. The photo on the phone was of Li Qingqing and her husband kissing in front of a hotel.
Yang Jiao's anger flared up instantly, and she raised her hand to slap Li Qingqing hard across the face: "You slut! You actually seduced my husband, and I even considered you my best friend!"
Li Qingqing was no pushover either. Stunned by the beating, she lost all sense of shame: "Your husband contacted me first. He said you're like a dead fish in bed! You have no interest whatsoever. Blame your husband..."
"Ah!" Yang Jiao screamed and grabbed Li Qingqing's hair, and the two wrestled together.
The commotion quickly attracted the attention of everyone else in the hall. People were talking about it, but no one stepped forward to stop it. The wealthy people didn't have much sympathy; most of them were just there to watch the spectacle.
Ruan Yutang was still in the East Garden and hadn't returned yet, so the servants hurriedly went to inform the young master of the Ruan family on the second floor.
Ruan Mingchen pushed the wheelchair to a stop at the entrance on the second floor. Seeing the scene in the hall, he said coldly, "Who are these two people?"
The maid hurriedly replied, "Li Qingqing, the second young lady of Li's Department Store, and Yang Jiao, the granddaughter of a hardware company."
Ruan Mingchen's thin lips parted coldly: "Something that can't even be presented in the Ruan family deserves to be here. Get out."
"Yes, young master."
With Ruan Mingchen's permission, the maid gave a signal to the bodyguards beside her, and the two bodyguards immediately went downstairs to pull Li Qingqing and Yang Jiao apart.
"Excuse me, young master, please leave."
After saying that, he ignored their struggles and roughly dragged them out.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Li Qingqing suddenly broke free from the bodyguard's grasp and ran towards Song Qingyou, shouting through gritted teeth, "It's all because of you, you bitch, sowing discord!"
She moved too fast, and Song Qingyou didn't have time to react. She froze for a moment and tried to dodge to the side, but Li Qingqing was already right in front of her.
Yan Miao wanted to pull Song Qingyou over, but before she could reach out, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her and pulled Song Qingyou into his arms.
Immediately, Li Qingqing's body fell outwards; she had been kicked away.
"Aren't you going to drag it away?" Fu Wenzhou turned around coldly, his gaze as cold as ice.
The bodyguard was startled by the look in her eyes and dared not delay any longer. He quickly pulled Li Qingqing up from the ground and dragged her outside.
The hall was finally quiet again.
Fu Wenzhou held Song Qingyou protectively in his arms, coldly sweeping his gaze over the large group of people, a sneer on his lips: "What, haven't you all had enough yet?"
Everyone immediately looked away.
When he turned to look at Song Qingyou again, all the fierceness in his eyes was suppressed. He was about to touch her cheek with his large hand, but he restrained himself and withdrew it: "Were you hurt?"
"No." Song Qingyou nudged him.
Fu Wenzhou released his hand unhappily.
One of the students who had been sitting at the same table as Song Qingyou and was on good terms with Yang Jiao couldn't help but sneer, "Hmph, it's different when you have a powerful backer. Even if you lose your uncle, you still have your nephew to back you up."
"That's right, some people are sick..."
The man's gaze swept over, and the other person's voice abruptly stopped.
Fu Wenzhou slowly folded his cuffs, sat down next to Song Qingyou, leaned back, and slightly lifted his eyelids.
He picked up the knife from the table and wiped it casually: "If anyone says another word, I'll cut out their tongue."
The air suddenly froze.
No one dared to utter a sound.
Yan Miao leaned closer to Song Qingyou and whispered, "There are advantages to being crazy. Look, these people have shut their mouths now."
Song Qingyou glanced down at the man's exquisite profile, her heart fluttering slightly.
She said softly, "Thank you, the lychee...it's very sweet."
Fu Wenzhou's spine stiffened for a moment, then the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
Upstairs, Ruan Mingchen asked, "Who is she?"
"What is the young master asking?" the servant asked, puzzled.
Ruan Mingchen: "The one in the plain white cheongsam."
Maid: "It's Song Qingyou, the youngest daughter of the Song family. She recently divorced Fu Tingshen of the Fu family. The old man likes her very much and specially sent someone to deliver an invitation to her."
Ruan Mingchen remained calm and said, "Help me back to my room."
"Yes, young master."
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After the dinner, the charity auction began.
With Ruan Yutang personally overseeing the event, the guests naturally couldn't refuse him. In addition, this kind of charity auction could build a positive image for themselves and their companies, so the exhibits were all quite valuable after the auction.
Ruan Yutang: "I am honored to have the opportunity to attend the charity auction dinner hosted by the Ruan family today. The final item to be exhibited is the work of the renowned master craftsman Lin Qingshan, which is making its comeback after twelve years - Qingshan Dai."
Ruan Yutang's words immediately piqued the interest of everyone present. Everyone knew that Lin Qingshan was difficult to invite, but they did not expect that he would do Ruan Yutang a favor this time.
When two models pushed out a display case with cheongsams hanging on it, everyone present gasped.
So beautiful...
With a turquoise base, from a distance it looks like a stunning landscape painting leaping onto the fabric, with gentle ripples and a subtle, understated beauty. But upon closer inspection, it turns out that it is not a landscape, but a phoenix soaring through the heavens.
Lifelike, both real and illusory.
The three embroideries in different colors are truly a masterpiece.
The host revealed the bottom price.
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