As the setting sun dipped below the horizon and night fell, the banquet began, filled with the fragrance of perfus and the beauty of elegant won, their hair exquisitely done up like clouds.
The Song Family had invited many people to Si Mingjing’s recognition banquet. Among them were nurous shareholders of the Song Group, both major and minor, who had been old friends with Si Mingjing’s maternal grandfather. Si Yao’s friends were also present; having heard she had a daughter, they were all eager to et her.
Old Mr. Song also had friends from the dical community present. Among them were experts from the Third Hospital, who were particularly interested in Si Mingjing. They had learned she had cured the Ye Family’s young master’s leg with a single punch and were keen to use the recognition banquet to discuss professional insights with her. Perhaps, they hoped, similar ailnts could be treated without amputation in the future.
Old Mr. Su was the first to arrive. He hadn’t given up on his plan for his grandson to marry Si Mingjing and had brought Su Cheng along this ti.
Su Cheng avoided Si Mingjing like the plague. After the banquet started, he clutched a glass of red wine and lingered with a group of n, terrified Si Mingjing might take a fancy to him.
The most eye-catching arrivals were Old Lady Ye and Ye Nianbai.
When the butler announced Old Lady Ye’s arrival, the banquet hall fell silent for a mont, everyone in disbelief.
After all, there was a clear distinction between wealthy families. The Ye Family was top-tier, and soone of Old Lady Ye’s status was far too prestigious to attend a second-tier family’s recognition banquet. Those in the hall, despite considering themselves imnsely wealthy, paled in significance before the Ye Family; they simply couldn’t compare.
"Weren’t the rumors about Mo Yinhe wanting to marry Si Mingjing completely suppressed? Not a single article remains, right?"
The news that had shaken the entire city vanished in just one day. No dia outlet dared to follow up, which certainly ant Mo Yinhe had controlled public discourse.
Therefore, netizens believed it was definitely fake news.
"Then why did Old Lady Ye and the Ye Family’s young master still co to Si Mingjing’s recognition banquet? Is that young master Mo Yinhe’s son?"
The crowd in the banquet hall looked around. From afar, they saw a cherubic little boy dressed in a tiny suit and bow tie, carrying a bouquet of fresh, vibrant flowers. He swaggered into the room, drawing everyone’s attention.
Upon seeing Si Mingjing, he toddled over to her, presenting the flowers to the beauty and kissing her hand. "Jingjing, you haven’t picked Little Master up from school these past few days. Little Master is angry, and only a kiss will make it better!"
His proud little voice was tinged with dissatisfaction.
Si Mingjing accepted the flowers, crouched down, and planted a gentle kiss on his plump little forehead. "I’ve been busy these past couple of days. These flowers are beautiful. Did you bring them for ?"
"You’re Little Master’s woman. If I don’t give them to you, who else would I give them to? Daddy says won like flowers. Do you like them?"
"I do. These are the first flowers I’ve ever received."
Ye Nianbai grinned, showing off his rows of tiny teeth. "Little Master will give you all of your firsts."
Listening to him, Si Mingjing couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
"There are so firsts you can’t give."
Ye Nianbai cocked his head, every inch the little tyrant. What firsts could Little Master not give?
Si Mingjing didn’t enlighten him. Instead, she stood up to greet the old lady. "Old Madam, thank you for coming to my recognition banquet."
The old lady took her hand. "Don’t be such a stranger. You’re like my own granddaughter. Not only are we here, but the child’s father also said he would co to support you, ensuring you’ll have both face and substance tonight."
"What?" Si Mingjing nearly lost her composure, feeling as if a bolt of lightning had struck her right on the crown of her head on a clear day.
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