But soon, soone reacted.
Imdiately praised: "Just lightly stroke the pen, at the top of the cross, add a stroke. Brilliant! Brilliant!"
"Adding a stroke at the top of the cross turns it into thousand. This eighty-year-old becos eight thousand years old, interesting, interesting!"
"Indeed, I didn’t expect this Miss Qiao to be such a clever person!"
For a ti, many people once again expressed their admiration, looking at Qiao Mo with a brand-new perspective.
With a couple of clever words, everyone easily distinguished the high from the low in this birthday toast.
Chen Shiqing’s face turned extrely unsightly for a mont, others’ praise for her was good, indeed nice. But when it ca to Qiao Mo, their complints turned into clever, turned into interesting!
The winner was easily revealed!
Even more hateful was this Qiao Mo.
She wished Mr. Fu longevity as long as the sun and moon, as strong as South Mountain and pine and cypress.
But this Qiao Mo openly refuted her, saying not to bless the birthday star with incense candles, not to wish for divine creatures, it was practically a public slap in the face, challenging her!
Mr. Fu also did not expect Qiao Mo to say such a congratulatory ssage, obviously not afraid of Chen Shiqing’s resentnt and took a closer look at the woman in front of him with a faint smile.
A few seconds later, he finally said in a deep voice: "Indeed, talent erges in every generation, us old folks have to admit our age."
Qiao Mo raised her glass and took a sip.
Seeing this, Chen Shiqing stepped forward with her glass again: "I toast Miss Qiao, I didn’t expect Miss Qiao to be such an expert, I made a fool of myself."
Qiao Mo smiled slightly: "Miss Chen is really an interesting person. Last ti at the C Family’s fashion show, you also said this, I didn’t expect you’d use ’make a fool of myself’ again this ti."
ntioning her thoughts on that painting last ti, Chen Shiqing’s face twisted slightly. Her gaze towards her was sowhat fierce.
Mrs. Chen, worried, frowned several tis trying to speak, but ultimately said nothing.
Qiao Mo took another two sips of champagne, ignoring her, turned to look at Fu Nancheng.
Fu Nancheng reached out and took the wine glass from her hand, placing it on the tray held by a nearby waiter: "Drink less."
Qiao Mo smiled slightly, beautifully captivating: "Okay."
Chen Shiqing stood to the side, her eyes burning with anger, her smile sowhat twisted.
After giving her a deep look, she turned and returned to Mrs. Chen’s side.
Until everyone dispersed, Mr. Fu busied himself introducing Fu Nancheng to many old friends and company shareholders.
Chen Shiqing reluctantly spoke to Mrs. Chen, "Mom, look at that Qiao Mo! Clearly bullying ! Nancheng is so protective of her, I’m utterly humiliated!"
"Who do you bla for your own incompetence?" Mrs. Chen sipped her wine and spoke indifferently.
"Mom! It’s co to this, and you still want to smile, to smile! How can I smile anymore!" Chen Shiqing was furious.
Mrs. Chen frowned: "Shiqing, you need to be clear. Your only reliance now is Mr. Fu. If he no longer supports you, I think this marriage should be cancelled soon!"
"Mom, how can you say that!"
"Shiqing, you don’t need to worry too much. Our Chen family holds many important projects now, Mr. Fu is more worried that your brother might marry Fu Zhiyuan’s daughter, causing our Chen family to side with Fu Zhiyuan, helping him split the Fu family. So, he should be more eager than us for Nancheng to marry you." Mrs. Chen spoke slowly.
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