Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

It's that same old trick again.

Cheng Xihe's expression turned impatient: "Besides this kind of method, don't you have anything else to offer?"

"As long as it works."

Qin Ruosu lowered her voice and gave her a provocative smile.

She created some distance between them and looked at Cheng Xihe with a gentle expression: "Xihe, I know you don't like hearing what I say to you."

But the child is still young, and if she has done anything to offend you, I apologize on her behalf.

"Why are you apologizing for her? Who do you think you are?" Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow, coldly watching Qin Ruosu's performance.

Qiao Qiao was crying very sadly, and Fu Shenghuan was so busy comforting her that he didn't notice the tense atmosphere between the two of them.

"Susu, you can't reason with such a heartless person. They have no conscience!"

Su Wenjie pulled Qin Ruosu aside and comforted her with heartache, "Don't be sad, she doesn't deserve to be your sister."

"You've got some nerve, aren't you? Trying to shit on my head?" Cheng Xihe frowned slightly when he saw everyone looking at him.

So annoying.

With children around, she couldn't hit anyone, which only made her more annoyed.

Qin Ruosu hid in Su Wenjie's arms: "Xihe, don't be angry. If you want to hit someone, just hit me."

Why would I hit you?

Cheng Xihe glanced at her silver halter-neck dress, then at her own: "My dress is expensive, I don't want to get it dirty."

"Cheng Xihe, look at yourself! You're just like a country bumpkin who doesn't know any manners."

"Don't change the subject, quickly apologize to the child." Su Wenjie didn't want to miss this great opportunity.

With so many people watching him, he has to perform well and leave a good impression on everyone.

Upon hearing that the dress was expensive, Qin Ruosu's expression changed for a moment, but she quickly recovered and chimed in, "Yes, Xihe, look how much the children are crying!"

The banquet attracted people from the surrounding area.

The adults didn't know what was going on, and didn't dare to come over easily, so they could only discuss it in hushed tones.

"What happened?"

"It looks like someone is bullying the child?"

"Isn't that President Qin's eldest daughter over there? And who's that very pretty girl over there?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it before."

"I saw her arrive with President Qin today, could it be...?"

Qiaoqiao is still crying; she's heartbroken.

Someone noticed her: "Who is that little girl crying? We can't see her face. Can someone go check on her?"

"Holy crap, isn't that Mr. Fu's son over there?" someone nearby exclaimed in surprise.

"Mr. Fu is a rising star in Hong Kong's entertainment circle, based in S City. His company is listed in Hong Kong, and it seems to be involved in software development?"

The powerful families that came today are not just from City A; they come from all over the country, and each one is not to be underestimated.

Hearing everyone's discussion, Qin Ruosu couldn't hide her smugness. She said softly, "Xihe, you can't offend people you shouldn't because of your own willfulness."

Cheng Xihe remained silent with a cold expression, and the atmosphere remained tense.

The sound of a child sobbing could be heard intermittently in the air.

Upstairs, Yan Mingchuan reappeared.

Su Jin stood beside him: "Brother Yan, there seems to be some trouble over there. It seems that Cheng Xihe and the eldest daughter of the Qin family have a conflict."

"Aren't they a family?"

Yan Mingchuan lazily raised his eyes and glanced at the scene.

Today he wore a white shirt with a custom-made suit over it, and his tie had an exquisite clip on it.

She looked very dignified.

"Of course not. Qin Ruosu and Cheng Xihe are half-sisters. It was only because Zhang Zhiyue married Qin Jian that she became the eldest daughter of the Qin family."

Su Jin looked to the other side: "Holy crap, that's Qiao Qiao! Qiao Qiao looks like she's crying!"

"Jojo?"

Yan Mingchuan turned his head and frowned slightly: "What's going on?"

Qiaoqiao is the apple of her aunt and uncle's eye.

"I don't know either. President Lan and Mrs. Lan have already gone downstairs. Cheng Xihe is in trouble."

Yan Mingchuan sneered: "Come and cause trouble for my Yan family, you'll have to suffer."

"It might not be her. I'll go down and check first." Su Jin looked at Yan Mingchuan's expression with great helplessness.

Waving his hand, Yan Mingchuan said, "Go."

"Um."

Downstairs, the atmosphere remained tense until Cheng Xihe interrupted.

"Hey, are you done crying?" Cheng Xihe's voice was cold as he looked at Qiao Qiao. "It's too noisy."

Upon hearing Cheng Xihe's voice, Qiaoqiao paused in her sobbing.

Fu Shenghuan looked up at Cheng Xihe, then gently patted Qiao Qiao's back: "Qiao Qiao, your fairy godmother is calling you."

"Godmother~" Qiao Qiao looked up, her beautiful grape-like eyes turned into peaches from crying, swollen and red.

Even her little nose was red from crying, and she looked very pitiful.

With a sigh, Cheng Xihe realized that even with a heart of steel, he simply couldn't bring himself to harm such a cute little girl.

She took a handkerchief out of her bag, her expression still impatient: "Wipe your tears, you've soaked his suit."

"I'm sorry, Brother Shenghuan." Qiaoqiao sniffed, tugged at Fu Shenghuan's sleeve with her little hand, and apologized softly.

The fairy godmother was right; she didn't do a good job.

But the godmother gave herself a handkerchief!

Qiao Qiao glanced cautiously at Cheng Xihe: "Handkerchief, handkerchief..."

"I'll get it for you." Fu Shenghuan patted her back and walked over to take Cheng Xihe's handkerchief.

"Xihe."

Seeing this, Qin Ruosu stood in front of them, spreading her arms like a mother hen:

"Even if you don't like them, you can't treat them like this. This is a public place, not our home."

Qiaoqiao reached out her little hand and tried to grab it, but failed to get Cheng Xihe's handkerchief. Instead, she was blocked by someone, and she pouted in grievance.

"Little darling, don't cry."

Fu Shenghuan turned his head and shouted at Qin Ruosu, who was blocking his way, "Hey, you're blocking my way."

"Don't be afraid, kids, I'll protect you." Qin Ruosu didn't step aside, pulling Su Wenjie along to block them.

The other children had already been dragged away by their parents to avoid getting into trouble.

The current situation is that Cheng Xihe is standing behind the sofa, the two children are on the side not far away, and Qin Ruosu and Su Wenjie are blocking their way.

The rest of the people formed a small circle, watching the spectacle.

"Don't bother calculating it."

Cheng Xihe put the handkerchief away.

Seeing this, Qin Ruosu took out a handkerchief herself: "Don't be afraid, little one, go and comfort your sister."

"You're so annoying."

Fu Shenghuan frowned. He could tell at a glance that the person in front of him had a fawning look in his eyes.

"Da da da".

The sound of high heels approached, and a woman wearing a red dress, with long, wavy hair and a large blue gemstone around her neck walked over.

People around her instinctively made way for her.

The woman sat down next to Qiaoqiao, took her hand, and asked gently, "Who made my darling cry?"

"I'm sorry, madam. My sister was being naughty and made the child cry. I apologize on her behalf."

Qin Ruosu immediately positioned herself as a good person, while also taking a jab at Cheng Xihe.

Su Wenjie, who was standing next to him, chimed in, "Yes, it was all her doing. We were just passing by."

"is that so?"

The woman looked up, her cool eyes meeting Cheng Xihe's.

Cheng Xihe remained unfazed.

The person in front of me looks similar to President Yan I just saw, and this is combined with the information I overheard.

Could this person be the little girl's mother?

Cheng Xihe scoffed, "I didn't provoke anything, this is ridiculous."

Yan Qing raised an eyebrow: What a unique girl. She doesn't seem to be lying.

"Xihe, how can you speak to the lady like that!"

Qin Ruosu scolded her and looked at Yan Qing: "I'm sorry, it's my fault for not keeping a good eye on my sister."

"I won't listen to you."

Yan Qing picked Qiao Qiao up: "Don't cry, Sheng Huan, you tell me what happened."

Qin Ruosu smiled smugly and looked at Cheng Xihe: You're dead!