Liyuan had not been this lively in a long ti. Mr. Jiu was naturally aloof, and even when visitors ca by, most of the ti he wouldn’t see them.
But his mystique and status were unparalleled in all of Yanjing City.
Not to ntion, the preservation of this complete ancient structure could easily qualify as an intangible cultural heritage. The steward even had to temporarily hire additional servants just to manage everything.
Mo Wenwan attended in her finest attire. That elegant white dress made her appear graceful and dignified. Her younger brother, Mo Qian, accompanied her, glancing around as they entered. However, the contrast between his stylish suit and his bleached-yellow hair made him look sowhat ridiculous.
"Sister, take to et Mr. Jiu. Everyone says he’s amazing. I want to see just how amazing he really is."
Mo Wenwan, worried he might embarrass her, threatened him:
"Behave yourself! It wasn’t easy to bring you in here. Don’t make a fool of ."
Mo Qian didn’t take it seriously and boisterously replied:
"What’s the big deal? Sooner or later, this Liyuan will be yours anyway. How much do you think this place is worth? Are there lots of antiques here? If we sold so, I bet it would fetch a fortune."
Mo Wenwan shot him a disdainful look. "Have so ambition. Do you even know where we stand right now? Wait until Liyuan is truly ours before you start dreaming."
"Fine, fine. I’ll keep quiet, alright?"
The mont the steward saw Mo Wenwan, his expression changed dramatically. Why was she here? On the surface, she was Mr. Jiu’s adopted daughter, but the steward knew well that this title was rely a tale fabricated by the Mo Family. She had only stayed in Liyuan for a few months while recovering from an illness before being sent abroad for further treatnt.
The rumors outside were wild and unsubstantiated, but Mr. Jiu couldn’t be bothered to address them, which led to the current state of affairs. Glancing over at the guests who flocked toward her, eager to curry favor and congratulate her, the steward sighed.
Could these people actually believe that Mr. Jiu had formally added her to the family registry?
For the first ti in her life, Mo Wenwan felt what it ant to be the center of attention. This was what it felt like to be treated like a princess!
The crowd surrounded her, flattering her, their words lifting her up to unparalleled heights. She responded to them with poise and grace, but internally her vanity soared to its peak!
She gazed down at the crowd with pride, as if she were already the true mistress of Liyuan. And soon, she truly would beco the esteed young lady of this household!
Her gaze suddenly sharpened, locking onto the entrance. The appearance of two individuals caused quite a stir.
"Look, it’s Young Master Lu. What’s he doing here? Isn’t it said that he has no ties to Mr. Jiu?"
"Who knows? They say two kings can’t coexist. This should be interesting to watch."
"Who’s that woman beside him? She’s stunning. Could she be Young Master Lu’s mistress?"
"Mistress? No, no, she’s the legitimate Mrs. Lu. She used to not even garner a second glance from Young Master Lu, but recently there have been rumors that he dotes on her imnsely."
Mo Wenwan fixated her gaze on Qin Miaomiao. That green evening gown accentuated her fair complexion and exquisite beauty, instantly making her the focal point of the crowd. Mo Wenwan was furious—how dare she steal her spotlight!
Soone beside her, eager to ingratiate themselves, chid in:
"I doubt Young Master Lu really spoils her. Just look at her—she doesn’t even have a single decent piece of jewelry on her. She reeks of poverty. That evening gown of hers is probably so cheap knockoff from an online store, just to make herself look impressive."
"That gown does look familiar. It seems like it’s one of Sai’er’s latest masterpieces, probably worth millions. And it’s one of a kind globally! I wanted to buy it myself, but Sai’er refused to sell. It drove crazy! There’s no way hers could be an authentic piece."
Hearing this, Mo Wenwan finally felt a little better. Why should soone like her, who was about to inherit the Su Family legacy, stoop to bickering with such a lowly figure? Once Ninth Uncle made the announcent, she would have all the ammunition she needed to humiliate her thoroughly!
Mo Wenwan straightened her back and walked over to her, forcing a smile onto her face:
"Brother Qing, welco to Liyuan. My apologies for not greeting you earlier—I was occupied with other guests. I hope you weren’t offended."
Qin Miaomiao looked at her with a trace of surprise. What was with the tone of a hostess? Who did she think she was?
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