Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Old Mr. Wen stepped back, and Wen Xinya took the podium.
Suddenly, a commotion could be heard from outside, followed by a din. Startled, Old Mr. Wen made his way to the side of the stage and asked in a low voice, “What’s happening outside?”
The public relations manager promptly answered, “A couple claiming to be Miss Wen’s foster parents started causing a scene outside after having been denied entry. I’ve no idea who let them in—my guess is that they’ve been placed in the manor from the start.”
He had understood the situation from the walkie-talkie and was just about to report to Old Mr. Wen.
Old Mr. Wen turned serious. With intimidating eyes, he said in an austere manner, “Throw them out. I don’t wish to meet them under these circumstances. I’ll answer for any consequences.”
The public relations manager replied respectfully, “No worries, Sir. I’ll handle this.”
Following which, the public relations manager left the hall discreetly.
The racket outside got louder, and screams could be heard vaguely. A number of guests tried to look outside the door, curious about the people who had the audacity to create a scene at the homecoming party of the eldest daughter of the Wen Family.
Very soon, the hall was filled with whispers.
Naturally, Wen Xinya had noticed the situation outside. However, her pretty face was emotionless.
She glanced over at Ning Shuqian, who was elegantly leaning on a Corinthian column in a corner, holding a glass of red wine. All smiles and engaged in conversation with a few wealthy ladies surrounding her, she appeared to be in complete ignorance and nonchalance at the commotion outside.
Wen Xinya recognized those wealthy ladies—they were the relatively prominent ones in high society. In the past, Ning Shuqian would not have made her way into such company—she must have secured her place as Mrs. Wen through taking charge of the dinner arrangements and been acknowledged by those conceited wealthy ladies by putting on the airs of the lady of the Wen Family.
She revealed a discreet wry smile—heaven or hell, it’s all at my whim. Don’t blame me because you started it.
A distance away, Wen Yuya had a dismal look in her eyes, rotating between resentment, hatred, bitterness, and anger, looking strangely twisted under the shiny chandeliers.
Xia Ruya’s expressions were straightforward—a deadly, horrid mix of bitterness and jealousy.
Suddenly, an uproar arose from the party. Wen Xinya looked over instinctively as her pupils shrank, her breath held, and her feet in the 8-inch stilettos felt too weak to support her frail body. She started swaying unsteadily—like a boat in a stormy sea, left with nothing but helplessness and despair.
She held her fists tightly as a painful expression emerged on her face, and her ears ringed non-stop with arguments, insults, abuse…
She suddenly shivered as chills ran over her exposed arms and entered her bloodstream. She immediately wrapped her arms around herself.
Her hazy eyes frantically looked at the mixture of curious, vicious, mocking, cynical, and gloating faces below. All of a sudden, she felt like there was nothing she could do to stop her world from shattering and crumbling right in front of her.
She vaguely saw Ning Shuqian’s vicious look, Wen Yuya’s sarcastic smile, and Xia Ruya’s eyes of despise!
Suddenly, as she calmed down, Grampy’s words rang in her ears: “As long as you don’t give up on yourself, it doesn’t matter if anyone in this world abandons you.”
She raised her head slowly and looked towards the door.
Wen Haowen arrived at the dinner with a middle-aged couple. The woman, an ugly shrew, wore thick makeup which could not hide her unkindness, had swollen eyes reflecting her disgustingly greedy and calculative spirit, and had on a bright red skirt which looked oversized on her lean frame.
The man had a slight hunch, had a pair of muddy, sunken and lifeless eyes, a red rosacea nose with huge pores overgrown with mites, thick lips with a tinge of purple and green—obviously a habitual drunkard—and worn a suit bought from the streets, appearing neither fish nor fowl.
They were her foster parents! The very inhumane couple who had tortured her for fifteen years!
As they had followed Wen Haowen’s lead, they journeyed through smoothly!
The manager of the Soaring Public Relations company was by Wen Haowen’s side, constantly wiping off his perspiration.
Everyone had roughly guessed the couple’s identities and looked at Wen Xinya obscurely—evaluating, judging, and gloating at her. Whispers even arose.
Old Mr. Wen’s face was black with rage—he did not expect his own son’s act of retrieving Xinya’s lowly foster parents in front of everyone in an obvious attempt to humiliate her.
Upon seeing such foster parents, naturally, everyone would relate that Xinya had lived with them for fifteen years—imagine the impression that these notable public figures would form of her!
They stared at Wen Haowen and flooded him with harsh and stern words. “Haowen, what’s wrong with you? Today’s Xinya’s homecoming party, why did you bring these dubious people to the dinner, tainting the Wen Family’s reputation for no reason, disgracing Xinya? Security… bring them out.”
The couple looked down in fear at Old Mr. Wen’s majestic stare, and their hearts thumped vigorously.
Wen Haowen laughed. “Father, what’s with the temper? You also recognize them—they’re Xinya’s foster parents and have raised her for fifteen years, after all. Today is Xinya’s important day of returning to the Wen Family, how could they be uninvited?”
Wen Haowen’s words filled the audience with obscure looks! Seemed like in the Wen Family, the only person who truly recognized Wen Xinya’s identity as Miss Wen was Old Mr. Wen!
Nobody knew if the strong return of the eldest daughter of the Wen Family would present the case of a power struggle within the wealthy family!
With these thoughts, everyone watched the scene in earnest.
Majestic as he was, Old Mr. Wen easily flashed a look which made the audience hang their heads. He was extremely disappointed with Wen Haowen’s actions, at his ignorance at the simple logic of interrelated dependencies—while he had his heart set on humiliating Xinya, he did not realize that the Wen Family had become everyone’s laughing stock.
