When she thought of Chen Shiqing’s slightly flushed face as she left just now, Mrs. Chen felt that sothing was amiss and wanted to call Chen Shiqing.
But she was afraid that she would be discovered, after all, before leaving, she said she wanted to watch a good show first.
"Ah... in hindsight, I shouldn’t have let her go," Just as Mrs. Chen was about to send her a ssage, a male waiter approached with a tray and whispered, "Madam, everything is going smoothly."
Only then did Mrs. Chen feel a bit reassured and asked again, "Has Qiao Mo entered the room?"
"Yes," the waiter looked around cautiously and then nodded slightly.
Mrs. Chen asked again, "What about Shi Qing? Have you seen Shi Qing?"
"Miss Chen is waiting outside, she is waiting for you to bring others over," the waiter spoke again.
"Really?" Mrs. Chen still had so doubts.
"Do you need to bring Miss Chen back?" the waiter asked in a low voice.
"Forget it..." Mrs. Chen waved her hand, suppressing her unease, calculating that it was getting late, and fearing that if she didn’t call people over soon, sothing unexpected might happen.
She had done this flawlessly, so surely nothing would go wrong.
The waiter bowed slightly and left, as if nothing had happened.
Mrs. Chen gathered her thoughts and walked to the side of Old Master Fu. At the mont, a young lady from so family was playing the guzheng, with Old Master Fu and others standing by appreciating it, nodding in approval.
anwhile, Fu Nancheng had already returned. He stood by Old Master Fu’s side, his expression cool and carrying a hint of detachnt and indifference.
Mrs. Chen scrutinized his expression but found nothing unusual, finally putting her mind at ease, thinking she was overthinking things.
"Excellent... excellent! The zither music flows like water, and it’s rare that Miss Xia has such a tranquil heart, enlightened about worldly matters," soone praised.
Following this, soone who caught Mrs. Chen’s expression continued, "Just now, I noticed that Miss Qiao has quite an achievent in classical literature, and I’ve heard that Miss Qiao is also a rare talented woman. I wonder if we’re fortunate to hear Miss Qiao play."
Old Master Fu’s eyes deepened slightly without showing any flaw. He smiled and said, "What’s so difficult about that? Nancheng, where is Qiao Mo?"
He turned to look at Fu Nancheng, the aning clear.
Fu Nancheng looked around the direction of the dining table, after all, Qiao Mo had been standing there just now.
Seeing this, Mrs. Chen, always cautious, finally felt completely at ease.
After all, it concerned Shi Qing’s future happiness, and she couldn’t be careless.
Fu Nancheng frowned slightly, but he didn’t see Qiao Mo’s figure.
For a mont, many people followed his gaze and looked around, also searching for Qiao Mo’s figure.
Suddenly soone said, "Did Miss Qiao have sothing urgent and leave first?"
"The banquet has just started, how could a junior leave without saying anything? If so, that would be quite ill-mannered."
...
Old Master Fu furrowed his brow and said again, "Nancheng, go and take a look."
Fu Nancheng responded, but as he did, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in the crowd with bright eyes said cheerfully, "Are you looking for the sister from before? I know where she is."
The girl’s mother spoke gently, "Xiao Rui, did you see clearly? Was it the lady who ca with Mr. Fu earlier?"
"Yes, I saw clearly. I just saw that sister hugging a man I didn’t recognize and entering a guest room together."
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