Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  “Missy, there’s a gathering at home tonight. Madam is here to pick you up personally.”


  The driver spoke respectfully in front of her, before he shifted aside to let her in.

  Shen Fanxing glanced towards the car door and saw someone sitting inside.

  It was Jiang Rongrong.

  “I believe Shen Qianrou should have told you everything that happened yesterday afternoon. Family dinners have nothing to do with me.”


  “I’m here personally to pick you up. Are you certain you want to continue to make a scene here with me?”


  Shen Fanxing replied emotionlessly, “If you want to continue admiring the scenery here, go ahead.”


  Finishing her sentence, she was about to leave when Jiang Rongrong’s deep voice sounded again. “This time, we’re discussing the anniversary celebration of the company. Your grandfather wants you to join us, but you refused to even listen to me. Are you not going to listen to your grandfather as well?”


  Shen Fanxing halted in her footsteps. Seeing that Shen Fanxing had relaxed her stance, Jiang Rongrong continued, “Your grandfather will be there tonight.”


  …


  At Green Jade Entertainment Club.

  This was indeed a distinguished and luxurious club, a favorite place for the rich.

  Shen Fanxing stood at the entrance as she gazed at the glittering entertainment club. But her heart was filled with coldness.

  “Let’s go.”


  Jiang Rongrong got off the car and walked to Shen Fanxing with her walking stick. She then marched in first.

  Shen Fanxing retracted her gaze and stared at Jiang Rongrong’s back. Her eyes darkened and she trailed closely behind.

  As Jiang Rongrong was going up the stairs, her walking stick didn’t land on the next step. Her body swayed and was about to fall.

  Shen Fanxing hastened her footsteps instinctively and gripped her. Jiang Rongrong leaned her body against Shen Fanxing for support.

  She was obviously shocked, her face turning white instantly.

  “Are you alright?”


  Shen Fanxing bent down and handed her the walking stick.

  Steadying her feet, Jiang Rongrong looked up at her.

  Shen Fanxing turned her head without a word, and held her arm to help her up the stairs.

  Then, she retracted her hand silently.

  Jiang Rongrong gave her another quick glance, her intelligent eyes shone with a momentary glint as she entered a trance.

  Shen Fanxing remained distant and guarded.

  She wasn’t like that before.

  She could still remember when Shen Fanxing was a young girl. She wore elegant dresses and smiled sweetly.

  Her little granddaughter sat on her lap as she had just learned how to peel a mandarin orange for the first time. Her chubby soft hands stuffed the peeled orange into her mouth.

  The little girl had also sung happily in front of her, even dancing cutely with her hips with random movements.

  It was also this little girl who had brought so much laughter and joy to the family.

  Everyone wanted to give her the best because she was like a princess.

  But she wasn’t the real princess of the Shen family.

  Her glazed eyes gradually cleared up.

  Yes, the real princess wasn’t her.

  Jiang Rongrong gave a deep sigh and led Shen Fanxing to the private room they had reserved.

  The moment she opened the door, Shen Fanxing scanned the few people sitting in the room. The light in her eyes dimmed as though she was a rock covered with dew at dawn in winter, cold and distant.

  Jiang Rongrong looked at her and said, “Go in and have a seat.”


  Shen Fanxing whirled around and asked in a cold voice, “Where’s Grandpa?”


  “He’s not here yet!”