The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

Lin Ruochen led Shen Ci through the crowd and stopped in front of the Lin family's relatives and friends' table, where several elderly people were sitting together and talking in hushed tones.

Grandma Lin's eyes lit up, and she lifted her hands from her knees, opening them towards her: "Youyou, come here."

Shen Ci obediently stepped forward and stood obediently beside Old Mrs. Lin.

"This is my Youyou." Grandma Lin raised her voice slightly, her gaze sweeping across the table. "Old He, haven't you been saying you wanted to meet her?"

There was a moment of silence at the table.

A dozen or so gazes fell upon him, some scrutinizing, some speculating, and some observing silently.

Shen Ci lowered her eyes, but her back remained straight, letting those gazes slide from her eyebrows to the hem of her clothes.

Upon seeing this, a hint of amazement flashed in everyone's eyes.

The girl before me was not only stunningly beautiful, with exquisite features that were flawless, but also possessed a calm and composed demeanor that was truly remarkable.

She was neither arrogant nor impatient, and her eyes and brows exuded a refined elegance that stemmed from her literary knowledge. Even among the most prominent socialites in Beijing, her temperament was absolutely outstanding.

An elderly woman, adorned with jewels and adorned with numerous jade rings, scrutinized Shen Ci for a moment before turning to Old Mrs. Lin, jokingly saying with a smile, "No wonder you're so happy today, smiling at everyone you meet. It turns out you've gained such an outstanding granddaughter!"

"What do you mean by 'good' or 'bad'? Youyou is our child."

Grandma Lin patted Shen Ci's hand and introduced her gently, "Youyou, this is your Grandma He, she's my old friend."

"Hello, Grandma He." Shen Ci bowed slightly and greeted her politely.

Grandma He felt a sense of comfort and peace as she watched the beautiful girl gently call her name.

She now understands a little why her best friend has been mentioning this young girl so often on the phone lately, her tone always filled with undisguised joy.

There is a kind of person in the world who makes you want to get close to them and protect them as soon as you see them. Even she would soften her heart when she saw such a person who is made of jade, let alone her old best friend who has no granddaughter.

As soon as Shen Ci finished speaking, Grandma Lin warmly reached out and grabbed her wrist, smiling as she led her to her side: "Come, come, Youyou, sit here with Grandma, and let's talk closer."

After Shen Ci sat down beside her, Old Madam He's gaze swept over her face again before she asked, "Where is the young lady studying now?"

"Puhua University, Chinese Language and Literature".

"Oh!" Grandma He's eyes lit up suddenly. "What a coincidence! My rascal is also at Puhua University. You two are alumni!"

Grandma Lin chuckled and teased, then casually asked, "By the way, why didn't your son come with you today?"

Hearing this, Grandma He shook her head helplessly, but a indulgent smile appeared on her lips: "Don't even mention it. She clearly came with me just now, but when we got downstairs, she insisted that she had to make a phone call and told me to come up first. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared. Who knows where she's wandered off to again."

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, more and more people came over to chat.

Everyone present knew perfectly well the roots the Lin family had built in the municipal system over generations, and no one in Beijing dared to forget where the patriarch of the Lin family had been before he retired.

Now that the eldest son and daughter of the Lin family matriarch both hold important positions in the municipal government, there are naturally quite a few people in Beijing who want to curry favor with the Lin family.

Moreover, the old lady He sitting on the other side is an elder of the Yin family, and the Yin family is a top-tier presence in the powerful and influential circles of Beijing, a towering mountain that countless people look up to but can hardly reach.

The seat between the two elderly women was always the most coveted spot in this setting. Now, a young woman, unfamiliar to the public, sat there. Her expression was calm and composed; she answered questions succinctly, saying little, yet her words were impeccable.

The elegantly dressed ladies around them exchanged glances, each secretly plotting their own schemes.

"Whose daughter is this?" someone asked in a low voice.

"I heard she's the groom's daughter, and Grandma Lin is very fond of her! It seems she's going to treat her like her own granddaughter..."

More and more people came over to offer their congratulations.

While they offered words of congratulations to Old Madam Lin, their eyes kept glancing at Shen Ci, offering her a few words of praise.

Shen Ci maintained a polite and gentle smile throughout, patiently dealing with each of these people one by one.

Only when the crowd had dispersed a little did she find a moment to lean slightly forward and whisper to the two elderly women that she was going to the restroom.

She had only taken a few steps when a tall figure suddenly cut in from the side, blocking her path.

"Ms. Shen, can I add you on WeChat?"

Shen Ci looked up.

Before me stood a young man, handsome in appearance, but with a hint of frivolity in his eyes.

Bai Yifeng is a well-known playboy in the industry. He was already captivated by Shen Ci's aloof and otherworldly appearance when she was sitting quietly in the corner.

Seeing that she was finally alone, he couldn't wait to come over.

"No."

Shen Ci was too lazy to deal with it, so she replied in a flat tone, then turned to the side and started to walk forward.

Seeing her refuse so decisively, Bai Yifeng's face immediately darkened.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Ci's slender arm with astonishing force.

He leaned closer, his tone full of contempt and sarcasm: "What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? You only got into the Lin family because of your father, and you really think you're some rich young lady? You're asking for it."

Shen Ci frowned as a pungent smell of alcohol hit her face, making her stomach churn.

A strong sense of disgust welled up inside her, and she was about to break free from his grip when a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from around the corner of the corridor.

Immediately afterwards, with a muffled thud, Bai Yifeng didn't even have time to scream before he was kicked hard against the wall like a kite with a broken string, and slid to the ground in a sorry state.

"Who do you think you are? You dare touch just anyone."

A deep, cold male voice rang in my ears, carrying an unyielding and menacing tone.

Shen Ci turned her head at the sound and saw a tall, upright man casually retracting his leg.

When she saw the face clearly, she was slightly taken aback—the one who kicked her was none other than Jiang Duo's friend, Yin Kuo.

Bai Yifeng clutched his stomach, half-scratching to his feet in a disheveled state. He had just uttered a curse and was about to swear when he looked up and saw who it was. The moment he saw who it was, his blood seemed to run cold.

Even if he had ten lives, he wouldn't dare offend the young master of the Yin family!

His earlier arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by a fawning smile that looked more like a grimace, as he repeatedly apologized: "Young Master Yin, Young Master Yin! I didn't know Miss Shen knew you... I was drunk and not thinking clearly. You know my personality, I can be quite reckless. Please, be magnanimous and let me off the hook!"

Yin Kuo didn't even glance at him, coldly uttering a single word: "Get lost!"

As if granted a pardon, Bai Yifeng scrambled to his feet and fled without looking back.

Meanwhile, Lin Ruochen had just been held up by several troublesome guests and had only managed to find an excuse to leave. Hearing the commotion, he frowned and quickly walked over, just in time to see Yin Kuo helping Shen Ci out of her predicament.

However, before he could even ask what was going on, he heard Yin Kuo scratch his head, a hint of naivety flashing across his usually stern face, and ask Shen Ci, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing here?"

The words "sister-in-law" floated lightly in the air, yet they struck like a thunderclap.