The Mercedes-Benz van circled the fountain roundabout and parked outside the Xining Mansion.
Meng Jiuyi looked out the car window at the magnificent European-style villa in front of him.
She knew very little about the Cen family, only that the Peninsula Hotel, the most famous hotel in the country, was their property.
A sarcastic female voice suddenly broke in from the side.
"I thought some people already had the self-awareness, but I didn't expect them to still insist on squeezing in."
Meng Jiuyi withdrew his gaze and glanced at Meng Yintong beside him. Her hair was tied up in a high bun, and the water-foam jade flower earrings on her ears swayed back and forth, making her look as noble as a peacock.
The two have been at loggerheads for quite some time now.
Meng Jiuyi was too lazy to argue with her, and smiled, "I'm just thick-skinned, and besides, you're so beautiful, who would notice me?"
"You're smart to know what's good for you."
Meng Yintong glanced at her; the dress was the most unremarkable style, and the only piece of jewelry was a cheap knockoff. Yet, the simpler the dress, the more radiant her face appeared.
Just like her mother, a vixen.
"Let me remind you, my mother agreed to let you come because she's kind-hearted. Don't actually do anything shameful at the banquet and embarrass the Meng family."
Meng Jiuyi stared at her, his smile fading, and his cool, moon-like eyes annoyed Meng Yintong.
Why are you looking at me like that? What did I say wrong?
Meng Jiuyi said casually, "Brother Zhizhou is still in the United States. I don't have the opportunity to do anything underhanded."
He Zhizhou is Meng Yintong's fiancé. Meng Yintong usually guards against him like a thief, and even avoids video calls with him.
She was furious.
"You—"
A waiter came forward and was opening the car door for them when the nanny immediately reminded her, and Meng Yintong glared at her fiercely.
When the door opened, she smiled gently and beautifully.
The concierge bowed and led the way for her.
Just as I thought the car was about to drive away, a leg wrapped in high-heeled shoe straps emerged from the hem of a smoky blue dress and lightly stepped onto the red carpet.
The Meng family wasn't a particularly prominent clan; the guest list only listed Meng Yintong, the young lady of the Meng family. The concierge, unable to immediately ascertain the identity of the person before him, directed, "Miss, please follow me."
Meng Jiuyi nodded slightly: "Thank you for your help."
**
The banquet hall was on the second floor. The heavy upholstered doors were pushed open, revealing a spacious and bright hall. It seemed to be a casual gathering tonight, and Meng Jiuyi saw quite a few people from the entertainment and art circles.
Not far away, Meng Yintong was chatting happily with the Shen sisters and several other girls.
One unfamiliar face made Meng Jiuyi frown slightly, not just because she was pretty. Meng Yintong always had an arrogant attitude, so anyone she flattered and tried to win over must be someone extraordinary.
She didn't have time to investigate. She gently touched the necklace around her neck, and the pinhole camera inside was intact. She silently searched for Cen Dong, the host of tonight's banquet. When her eyes met those of the other people in the room, they all smiled knowingly.
I could hear other people whispering in my ear.
"I heard that the second young lady of the Song family will also be coming?"
"Most likely, otherwise why make such a big fuss? It's supposed to be a wine tasting banquet, but isn't it just an introductory meeting?"
"This Song Er is really capable. All the previous marriage proposals were for Miss Song, but she quietly snatched it away..."
Meng Jiuyi approached silently, hoping to capture more of the conversation so he could use it as narration for his gossip.
The surroundings quieted down, the lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent, yet people couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
Someone exclaimed, "My God, is Young Master Cen really that daring?"
Meng Jiuyi looked over in surprise and saw that the host of the banquet, Cen Dong, had arrived late. He was dressed in a silver suit and looked very elegant, but the woman holding his arm was not his rumored fiancée, but a young model who had just started out.
The audience erupted in uproar. Although this circle was known for its extravagant lifestyles, they all kept quiet on the surface, pretending to be more affectionate than anyone else.
Cen Dong's actions were tantamount to slapping Miss Song in the face.
Before anyone could react, Miss Song, dressed in a red velvet gown, gracefully appeared, led by a waiter, arm in arm with another man. Coincidentally, the man beside her was someone Meng Jiuyi knew.
He had just begun to gain recognition through a short romance drama and was a rising star in the entertainment industry.
The two main characters didn't exchange a single word, but their eyes met, and the battle was won without bloodshed.
Help! What kind of melodramatic plot is this?
[A seemingly perfect couple in a wealthy family! You have your comfort zone, and I have my own pleasure on the pillow!]
Meng Jiuyi had already automatically come up with the headline for tomorrow's tabloids. She also worked in the entertainment industry and knew about the private news that was almost a bombshell. However, the two didn't even meet at the banquet and each did their own thing.
Cen Dongzhong had already left his seat and gone to the upstairs lounge. A waiter carrying a wine tray brushed past Meng Jiuyi. When she picked up the wine glass, her hand slipped, and the wine spilled perfectly on her.
The waiter immediately asked, "Miss, are you alright?"
"It doesn't matter."
Meng Jiuyi asked with a smile, "Is there a changing room upstairs?"
"Yes, please follow me."
**
Upon arriving at the changing room, Meng Jiuyi dismissed the waiter, claiming he wanted to rest.
After everyone left, she chose the most inconspicuous pink tulle dress, put on a mask, and let her high ponytail fall down, looking completely different from before.
She pulled out her makeup bag and applied a lot of freckles to her cheeks, making her already ordinary face even more plain and unremarkable, the kind of face that people wouldn't even remember if they met her.
With this face, Meng Xing wandered around the banquet and the rest area by the second-floor balcony, where Miss Song and Young Master Cen were watching each other and disliking one another.
"I've seen countless good-for-nothings, but Cen Dong is the first one who is brainless yet loves to flaunt his abilities."
Miss Song took a sip of red wine. "Trying to humiliate me with this banquet? You think you can outmaneuver me? Half of the celebrities in the entertainment industry are from my family's company. I play with different young puppies every day."
"Which of these men isn't young, handsome, and strong? Unlike him, who's middle-aged and still relies on aphrodisiacs to stay alive."
Well said!
Meng Jiuyi watched the melon quietly not far away.
"Is my dad out of his mind? He actually wants me to marry such a shrew."
Cen Dong leaned lazily against the balcony railing, feeling somewhat depressed.
"You can't say that, Dongzi. Miss Song is more beautiful than any flower."
Cen Dong scoffed, "If she were a flower, even cows wouldn't dare to poop."
How long has this mouth been castrated? It stinks.
Meng Jiuyi leaned against the corner of the wall in the shaded area of the balcony, shaking his head and clicking his tongue.
She had finished collecting photos, videos, and audio recordings. The guests had probably all arrived, and the greeters on the banquet floor had been cleared away.
Meng Jiuyi stepped into the elevator, her unremarkable face reflected in the silver metal wall. The numbers slid down, floor by floor, finally stopping at the floor she had arranged to meet the entertainment reporter.
Three underground floors.
At the same time, someone asked Cen Dong.
"Where's Yuchen? I haven't seen him."
Will Tan San Shao also be here?
Those nearby, upon hearing this, couldn't help but glance around discreetly, not wanting to miss this opportunity to make acquaintance.
"We've arrived."
Cen Dong exhaled a puff of smoke, "He said he'd come up after he finished fishing."
"What kind of fish are you fishing for, a mermaid?"
Everyone else was laughing. Cen Dong recalled the tone of his voice when he said those words. Tan Yuchen was usually indifferent and uninterested in anything. The only things that would make him go to great lengths were either things he cared about or things that would cause him serious trouble.
“Piranhas,” he said.
At the same time.
With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and Meng Jiuyi stepped out.
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