It’s almost April.
Qin Xia, however, felt that the weather was colder than even the twelfth month.
She listened to Madam Chu finish speaking, looked at her, and smiled, "Madam Chu, a few years ago, you spoke so tactfully, but I understood."
Madam Chu looked at her.
"I will not be with Chu Zhengran. You can rest assured about that. Although our Qin family’s genes have violence and so callousness, we still care about our reputation. With your words, I will absolutely not cling to Chu Zhengran," Qin Xia said, "but as for Chu Zhengran’s end, it’s his own matter."
"And," Qin Xia continued, "Madam Chu, Chu Zhengran is far more excellent than you believe. He wouldn’t let anyone influence his judgnt, nor would he reveal his weaknesses out of emotional agitation. Furthermore, I know it has been tough for you to support the Chu family alone and raise Chu Zhengran. But... he is a person, an independent individual."
"He is not a perfect creation. He is your child. A child whom a mother would wholeheartedly love despite his flaws," Qin Xia said, "He is already twenty-eight. He has his own life. He should also have his own family. Even without , in the future, there will be soone else."
Madam Chu looked at her, seemingly intrigued by her words.
"Chu Zhengran loves you very much," Qin Xia said as she stood up, "Of course, a mother surely loves her child. Don’t let love beco a burden."
Having said this, she smiled, nodded, and left directly.
She walked step by step out of the backyard area.
She walked into the hotel, ensuring that the Chu family could no longer see her. Only then did she quicken her pace to the nearest bathroom.
Upon reaching the bathroom, she entered a stall.
Qin Xia’s face turned suddenly pale.
If not for the lipstick, she would appear frighteningly pale now.
She tightly clenched her hands, hunching over, trying to relieve so pain whose source in her body was unknown...
anwhile, outside, Chu Zhengran was still wandering around the venue looking for Qin Xia.
In the end, he couldn’t find her and went to look for Qiao Yuxian.
Qiao Yuxian and Gu Yanjing were on the third floor.
Gu Yanjing was just introducing so people who had co to greet him to his wife.
The banquet spanned three floors, with people almost everywhere on each floor.
Producers, investors, directors, screenwriters, artists from every household...
Also, upon hearing that the Gu and Chu families were attending, so business tycoons and prominent family mbers approached them.
There were many people.
But those who truly knew Gu Yanjing were few.
Gu Yanjing had never appeared publicly; only industry leaders could et him.
Others simply couldn’t see him.
However, because Lin Huai Shu was always beside them.
With Gu Yanjing’s formidable presence, the deference of those leaders, and the Gu family’s people around, following Su Qi and ng Yan,
people could sowhat guess Gu Yanjing’s identity.
But guesses remained guesses.
Only a few could co to greet him.
Most others simply couldn’t get close.
Approach slightly, and ng Yan and Su Qi would politely block them.
Each dia outlet, seeing the situation, didn’t dare take photos.
To survive in Capital City without losing their jobs or their lives, understanding the rules was essential.
This was not an ordinary family scion, a second-generation business heir, or any celebrity artist.
Shooting them could genuinely cost lives.
The Gu family’s influence was not to be taken lightly.
Gu Yanjing was introducing Qiao Yuxian to them.
But because Qiao Yuxian hadn’t publicly revealed herself as the founder of Xi i dia, he introduced her only as his wife, saying nothing more.
And thus,
there were not many who knew Gu Yanjing, and even fewer who knew Qiao Yuxian.
In previous years, Qiao Yuxian never appeared.
This year, her re descent caused a stir.
Upon her descent, everywhere she reached, people turned to watch her and Gu Yanjing.
Most who ca today were celebrities, each with outstanding looks.
Yet, when Qiao Yuxian and Gu Yanjing appeared, they still attracted nurous eyes.
For a few minutes, everyone discussed who they were.
Let alone others, even their own employees knew very few details.
Xi i dia’s artists and employees, who had seen her, often assud she was staff.
The most inford were the Chus and the Lin family elders.
Because Gu Yanjing and Chu Zhengran were attending this year, they inquired, and directly inford their families.
The elders attended, primarily out of respect for Gu Yanjing.
Qiao Yuxian ca down mainly to et them.
But after coming down, before finding both families, she started chatting with others.
Lin Huai Shu, along with the recently arrived Chu Zhengran, listened as Gu Yanjing introduced his wife to others.
His tone and expression remained as cold as ever.
But... Lin Huai Shu and Chu Zhengran clearly sensed that Gu Yanjing was boasting.
Boasting about his wife.
A man blossoming with first love.
A man in emotional turmoil.
Both n, now extrely sensitive.
Each word from Gu Yanjing seed to have an amplified effect on them.
They felt quite suffocated.
Extrely suffocated.
Qiao Lech, who had always been with Qiao Yuxian, continually eavesdropped on the surrounding gossip.
Close-up entertainnt news, close-up fashion of artists.
Also closely observing social interactions among artists.
Who was genuinely chatting with whom.
Who was rely exchanging pleasantries.
Who had harmonious exteriors but clashed within.
Whether the rumors of discord between certain individuals were true or not.
Whether the relationships between certain individuals were genuine or fabricated.
Simply put, keeping an eye on everything and an ear open to all.
It was overwhelming, utterly overwhelming.
Too much gossip. Returning ho to digest it might take three days and nights.
The five on the third floor each harbored their own thoughts.
On the fourth floor, finding a lounge, discovering no one inside, the Lin couple watched them from the floor-to-ceiling window.
After a while, Mrs. Lin said, "Look at your son, staring at that young lady like he’s about to drool. Look at his lack of composure."
Mr. Lin gently coughed, "How can you speak that way about your own son?"
"Just look at him. His eyes are glued to that girl," Mrs. Lin said, "Look, look. See how he dodges glances? He’s even blushing."
Mr. Lin: "......"
Mr. Lin wanted to refute.
Mr. Lin couldn’t refute.
"Oh, who would have thought our son, nearing thirty, would finally fall in love," Mrs. Lin said with so comfort, "He’s finally turning into more than just a boy who plays with mud."
"I wonder whose daughter this young lady is," Mr. Lin said.
"Who cares who her family is?" Mrs. Lin responded, "If she can fancy our son, then she will be my cherished daughter-in-law."
"Our son is outstanding too. You’re making it seem like our son can’t find a wife..."
"Old Lin, trust . Your son’s gaze is completely on that girl," Mrs. Lin interrupted, "You’d better pray that she likes our son, or... I assure you, for at least twenty years, no other person will occupy your son’s heart. The Lin family’s long lineage will end."
Old Lin looked utterly terrified.
Every step of their son’s life, they never intervened, but each step fell within his wife’s predictions.
He absolutely trusted his wife’s words.
Mrs. Lin patted his shoulder, turned around, and started walking out.
As she walked, she excitedly said, "Oh, my eldest daughter-in-law, my dear daughter-in-law. Daughter-in-law, here I co."
Mr. Lin: "......"
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