"Sorry." After apologizing, Jian Qing walked around him and walked into the banquet hall without waiting for an answer.

Quan Jingwu didn't stop her, and looked at her back as she walked away, and her vision did not take back for a long time.

He wanted to leave the banquet early but saw her answering the phone. He smiled gently when he answered the phone. He walked straight to this side by mistake, but before he could make a sound, she crashed into his arms.

The faint fragrance is not like the perfume smell on those people outside, but it is more of a faint body fragrance. The indescribable smell does not make him hate it.

The two people who were not on the same parallel line collided by chance, perhaps by chance, or by destiny, and everything was not concluded yet, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that the cycle of fate has been moved away and turned.

Although the little episodes of the two on the terrace did not attract the attention of others, some people still noticed them, especially those who kept their minds on Quan Jingwu.

Chu Ruohan was obsessed with the wine glass and was not interested in the topics that the women around him were talking about. When he saw the movements on the terrace, his hands holding the wine glass could not help but tighten. He felt an inexplicable sense of crisis and panic in his heart, as if something important was to be taken away.

That man never likes others to get close to him, especially women, but now that woman hit him, he is not at all unhappy. How can this be...

As if he remembered something, Chu Ruohan turned to look at Quan Yifei beside him, and his voice was soft, "Yifei, do you know that Jian Qing?"

"It's not that I know each other, I met once." The two of them were from the same school and met frequently in the circle. The relationship was pretty good, Quan Yifei replied carelessly.

She wanted to know someone, but she was too difficult to smash the iceberg.

Upon hearing this, the famous ladies and daughters who were curious about Jian Qing came over spontaneously, hoping to get the situation about Jian Qing from Quan Yifei.

"Yi Fei, is Jian Qing really the great-granddaughter of the An family?"

"Yes, I look cold, and the An family doesn't seem to like her very much!"

A group of women said everything, and Quan Yifei's forehead hurt. Looking at the gossiping look of the famous and wealthy girls in front of him, he felt a little impatient.

How did Jian Qing offend them? As for the way she looks gloating and wanting to see someone else's jokes? It's really annoying.

Even though he was impatient, his good upbringing still made Quan Yifei keep smiling. "Sorry, I don't know these things, but I think Jian Qing is very good, and I like her very much."

Hearing this, many celebrities looked at each other, some of whom looked at Quan Yifei in surprise. When did the fourth lady of the Quan family get along so easily? She was so protective of Jian Qing, who was from an unknown origin? They were so attentive to her in the past, but they had never seen her so close to them.

Hearing Quan Yifei's words, Chu Ruohan's heart suddenly sank, Jian Qing!

Although Jian Qing suddenly had this small episode, the atmosphere of the banquet continued to rise until after eight o'clock.

After seeing off the guests, only the An family and Jian Qing were left in the banquet hall. Compared to the An family's calm face, Jian Qing was not at all uncomfortable and sat leisurely on the sofa, as if this was her territory.

"Xiao Nuo, since you are back, let's stay here." Old Master An looked at Jian Qing calmly, and there was a little more fatigue between his vicissitudes of his eyebrows. A banquet also consumed a lot of his mind.

After the words were finished, Jian Qing couldn't help but the An family couldn't hold back, especially with An Rong as the leader.

"Grandpa, how can this be done? How can she live in the main house?"

They are not qualified to live in the main house forever, and even her daughter cannot. Why is this little bastard treated her with special treatment? No matter how much An family's property is divided, she will never allow this.

Amman, who had always remained silent, also spoke at this time. He had the same meaning as his sister, but his tone was not as aggressive as hers, "Grandpa, this is indeed not very suitable."

Jian Qing sat on the sofa without saying a word, pressing his fingertips against his chin, and staring indifferently at the An family's fighting in the nest.

Old Master An yelled sternly, "When is it your turn for An's family to make decisions? Don't forget who is making decisions about this old house."

Upon hearing this, An Zhonghui and others felt so complicated. How long has it been since they saw Old Master An get angry? This time they got angry because of someone who has disappeared for seventeen years.

Zhou Qin secretly glanced at An Zhonghui and felt a little uneasy. How could An Zhonghui not know what his wife was thinking? It was just that his father was clearly favoring Jian Qing's side. Even if he spoke, he probably couldn't help.

"Father, you..."

Before he could say a few words, Old Master An's voice suddenly became cold, "Why, do you even want to disobey my words? Or do I have to be the leader of the An family now, huh?"

"This..." An Zhonghui choked, looked at Jian Qing who was quietly sitting on the sofa, and finally fell silent.

"The child born to a bitch is just as cheap as her and can never change the things in her bones." An Rong's voice was uncontrollable and she cursed gloomy.

As soon as the words fell, before everyone could react, Jian Qing's figure moved.

"You, what are you going to do?" Looking at Jian Qing approaching her, An Rong tried hard to act calmly, but her feet were retreating honestly.

Jian Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed through his eyes, "Ha!"

A sneer came out of his lips, and Jian Qing's hand hanging beside him also moved. The speed of lightning speed completely stunned the An family.

"Ba--"

A crisp and loud slap sounded, echoing in the banquet hall for a long time. An Rong's properly maintained cheeks instantly became red and swollen.

Old Master An was stunned, but in the end he didn't say anything. An Chong, who was beside him, looked at Jian Qing's side face and his thoughts dissipated a little.

The scorching burning and pain on her face made An Rong come back to her senses. She raised her hand to cover her swollen cheeks. An Rong was so angry that she trembled, "You... dare you hit me?"

It's a rebellious thing that a child born to a bitch actually dared to hit her.
Chapter completed!