Grandpa Jiang angrily slammed his cane a few times, the wooden cane making a dull thud as it hit the ground.
All eyes turned to this side, with scrutinizing or probing looks, and expressions of onlookers.
Fu Yan looked at Old Master Jiang's face, and murmured in confusion, "Yu...Qing?"
Just as he was about to ask who it was, a person walked out from behind Grandpa Jiang.
"Grandpa Jiang, everyone is waiting for you to cut the cake. It's your birthday today, you shouldn't get angry..."
Xiao Xin and Fu Yan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar face still wearing those silver-rimmed glasses.
Qiao Chen nodded and smiled politely at Fu Yan and Xiao Xin, then took Jiang Yuming's arm and was about to lead him towards the cakes behind them.
Jiang Yuming looked at Fu Yan's indignant expression, snorted, and turned to walk towards the cake.
Fu Yan glanced at the departing figures of the two, then looked down at the painting spread out on the ground.
He didn't buy this painting; it belonged to Yu Muqing.
"Oh, a famous painting..."
Just then, a customer at the next table followed his gaze to the painting and joked, "I've seen this painting at an auction abroad. It was worth over a billion. Young Master Fu, you're really generous..."
Several curious onlookers gathered around to see, and sighs of disbelief filled the air around Fu Yan.
"Hey, it really is! Isn't this the painting that cost 1.5 billion?"
"The Fu family is really rich and powerful. This painting must be worth several companies."
A person nearby remarked, "Hey, you know what, my company's assets really don't even compare to this painting..."
All the voices exploded in Fu Yan's ears, and his mind buzzed in a chaotic mess.
He held his aching head, shook it twice, and almost lost his footing.
Xiao Xin helped Fu Yan sit down and bent down to pick up the painting from the floor.
The group laughed and joked before dispersing.
He took out the medicine he had prepared beforehand and had Fu Yan swallow it with tea.
Fu Yan gripped his hand tightly, her lips pale, her breathing labored, and she weakly called out, "Brother..."
Xiao Xin let him rest his head on his shoulder and covered his ears: "Yes, I'm here. Don't listen to what others are saying. Take a break first, and I'll take you out when you feel better..."
Fu Yan closed her eyes and softly replied, "Mmm..."
Xiao Xin looked at Fu Yan with heartache, then at Qiao Chen not far away with gratitude.
It now seems that Grandpa Jiang invited Fu Yan to the event just to humiliate him. If it weren't for Qiao Chen's intervention, he wouldn't be sure how bad things would have gone.
People around saw the two of them leaning close together, and there were always those who didn't mind the drama coming over to cause trouble.
The Luo family was one of the Fu family's arch-enemies. The young master of the Luo family sat next to Xiao Xin with a gloating expression, looking at Fu Yan in his arms and asking, "What's wrong with the eldest young master Fu? And who are you to him?"
Luo Jiaxing's provocative gaze swept over Xiao Xin from head to toe, making Xiao Xin feel instantly uncomfortable.
He gave Luo Jiaxing a cold glance, didn't answer him, and asked Fu Yan in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"
Fu Yan propped himself up from his embrace and nodded: "Brother, let's go..."
Ignored by the two, Luo Jiaxing bit his lip, rolled his eyes, and resisted the urge to smash the chair.
After all, this is someone else's territory, so he doesn't dare to cause trouble.
Xiao Xin hadn't taken two steps with Fu Yan when a hand landed on her shoulder.
Xiao Xin turned around and saw Qiao Chen standing behind her, holding a piece of strawberry cake.
He handed the cake to Fu Yan: "Since you're already here, have a piece of cake before you leave."
Fu Yan stared at the cake, blinking weakly twice...
Xiao Xin looked at the strawberries on the cake, puzzled, and looked at Qiao Chen. What did Qiao Chen mean by this?
Didn't he know that Fu Yan was allergic to strawberries?
They helped them out of a tight spot, and now they're making things difficult for Fu Yan?
Seeing the two of them stunned, Qiao Chen interrupted, "Young Master Fu wouldn't be so disrespectful to Old Master Jiang as to refuse even a piece of cake, would he?"
He wanted to see whether Fu Yan had truly lost his memory or was faking it, and now, in front of everyone, was the perfect opportunity.
Upon hearing this, gossipy eyes immediately swept towards Xiao Xin and Fu Yan.
Others chimed in, "That's right, Young Master Fu wouldn't even refuse such a favor, would he?"
The man next to him, not wanting to miss out on trouble, crossed his arms and sneered, "Who is Young Master Fu? The renowned eldest son of the Fu family. Only a very important person would dare to deign to show him face."
"Hahahaha..."
"..." Xiao Xin glanced at the ugly faces laughing and joking around him, and felt disgusted and wanted to vomit.
Fu Yan's heart was pounding. Despite his physical discomfort, he calmly stared at the cake, his eyes growing increasingly somber.
He just wanted to leave as soon as possible, and he slightly raised his hand, wanting to take the cake.
Xiao Xin noticed Fu Yan's reaction and stopped his restless hand.
Xiao Xin suddenly remembered that only she had seen Fu Yan's file, and Fu Yan didn't know that she was allergic to strawberries.
Without saying a word, he pulled Fu Yan's arm and put it on his shoulder, put his other arm around Fu Yan's waist, and suddenly knocked the cake out of Qiao Chen's hand as he turned around.
Xiao Xin wore a mask, revealing only her eyes. Looking at the cake that had rolled to the ground, she feigned surprise and exclaimed, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Mr. Qiao, Young Master Fu isn't feeling well, so I'll take him away first."
Qiao Chen's hand holding the tray froze in mid-air, and so did the smile on his face.
His gaze fixed on Xiao Xin's eyes, the glass lenses reflecting a ray of light.
Qiao Chen suppressed the anger in his eyes and looked at Xiao Xin with a half-smile: "Since that's the case, then..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Xin's smiling eyes suddenly turned cold, and he turned around and led Fu Yan toward the front door.
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