Helan Fangnian’s panic spiked when he heard this. What was his mother up to now?

  Yan Qingsi grabbed Mrs. Yue’s hand. “Nothing good will come out of this. Auntie, let us proceed to leave. Fast. We’ll manage to avoid problems if anything happens.”


  Yue Tingfeng remembered how Helan Fangnian had told him to leave. He stared at the poised, elegant figure of Mrs. Helan on top of the stage, his gaze livid. He would kill her if she really dared to raise a hand against his mother.

  Everyone gave their attention to Mrs. Yue. Only she remained calm.

  “Leave? We should stay,” Mrs. Yue said coolly. “I want to see what evil scheme she’s brewed this time.”


  Mrs. Yue was so composed that Yan Qingsi calmed down immediately. “I’ll protect you.”


  Yue Tingfeng quickly sent a text to Jiang Lai and Qu Jing. He turned the phone off. “Our fighting ability has been raised so much with you in our family,” he said, smiling. “Once, the Yue family’s fighting ability was like an old car; now it’s like a race car……”


  Mrs. Yue patted Yan Qingsi’s hand, smiling, trying to make her feel at peace.

  On stage, Mrs. Helan kept her eyes pinned on Mrs. Yue. She had purposely arranged Mrs. Yue to be seated at a prominent position to be able to see her easily from the stage. It was also to enable everyone to see the distress on her face.

  Mrs. Helan did not manage to see Mrs. Yue’s panicked expression though. She harrumphed internally. She could not hold out for very long!

  “Mingde, don’t just stand there,” Mrs. Helan said, chiding. “Bring the present I’ve prepared for my dear sister Su over. Don’t let everyone wait too long.”


  Mrs. Yue took her glass of soda water and sipped from it, waiting for the catastrophe that was about to come.

  The lively atmosphere that had filled the area was muffled in a second. Nobody spoke; it was so quiet that not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

  Only the erratic rhythm of footsteps rang out, drawing closer and closer.

  Finally, they stopped right before Mrs. Yue. Then an affectionate voice rang out from behind, “Ningmei, I’m back!”


  The sound of that voice nearly made Mrs. Yue vomit. It was a miracle that she could be so disgusted by a person.

  Yue Tingfeng and Yan Qingsi turned their heads simultaneously at the voice. They saw Yue Pengcheng’s unembarrassed expression. He wore an expression of utter adoration towards Mrs. Yue as if this was the person he loved the most in the world.

  That conniving face—it really made one wanted to spit out everything that one had eaten for the entire year.

  “Congratulations, Mrs. Yue,” Helan Mingde said, smiling.

  Helan Xiuse also stepped forward quickly, an innocent smile on her face. “Auntie Yue, congratulations to you for finally reuniting with Uncle Yue!”


  A wave of cold swept over Helan Fangnian’s heart as he observed all this.

  Mrs. Yue slowly drank her soda water. Yan Qingsi quietly reached for a knife on the table as she watched that shameless, deceitful face of Yue Pengcheng’s. She could not take it any longer—she wanted to murder that b*stard. Mrs. Yue stayed her hand.

  The smile on Yue Tingfeng’s lips gradually hardened. He wanted to stand up but Mrs. Yue also held him down.

  Everyone in the area looked at Mrs. Yue.

  Everyone at the charity dinner was part of the rich and affluent families of Luo city. Almost everyone knew the scandal that had rocked the Yue family that year.

  Yue Tingfeng’s father, Yue Pengcheng, had abandoned his wife for another woman and left the country—to M country. He never asked about his wife and son for nearly thirty years, and he had never visited once throughout all those years. Now that he was back after so long, how could this not shock everyone?