From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Zhao Rui took Feng He's arm and sat down at the main table. As she sat down, her skirt rode up a bit, revealing most of her thigh.

Lu Yunzhou stood beside the wheelchair and glanced down at the pair of red-soled high heels.

There were water stains on the patent leather upper of the shoe, and a shallow scratch on the edge of the heel.

These shoes were in that partition ten minutes ago.

Feng He sat next to Zhao Rui, his face tense, his eyes avoiding the crowd. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down, his fingers rubbing the rim of the cup.

The old lady glanced at Zhao Rui, her brows furrowed and then lowered, and she remained silent.

Bai Min sat opposite her, pursed her lips, and muttered under her breath, "Doesn't she know how to be mindful of herself when attending an event like this..."

Zhao Rui pretended not to hear and approached the old lady with a smile: "Mom, you look so healthy, you look several years younger."

The old lady snorted and didn't reply.

Feng Shan sat to the left of the head of the table, put down his chopsticks, and tapped the table: "Alright, it's almost time. Let's present the gifts first and let everyone see them."

Feng Qianyi nodded and gestured to the waiter behind her.

The waiter brought the brocade box over, placed it in the center of the main table, and opened the lid.

The "Double Happiness and Longevity" ornament, with its interwoven emerald green, purplish red, and jade red hues, lay quietly on a velvet cushion. Under the light, the jade gleamed with a warm glow.

People at several nearby tables craned their necks to look in their direction and began to whisper among themselves.

"The carving is exquisite."

"The material looks pretty good too."

"President Feng, this gift shows your thoughtfulness."

The old lady reached out and touched the edge of the ornament, a smile spreading across her face: "Qianyi is so thoughtful."

Zhao Rui leaned over for a second look, then curled her lip and said in a affected tone, "Oh my, these colors are too bright! Three colors put together, it looks like a glass craft."

Bai Min immediately chimed in, "That's right, I saw them at the night market stalls last time, they cost several tens of yuan each."

Fengshan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and slowly said, "Qianyi, I know you've had a tough time these past few years, so it's normal to be short on money."

"But when giving a gift to Grandma, we have to pick something decent. If we bring out something like this, people will laugh at our Feng family for being stingy."

Feng Qianyi's face darkened, and she remained silent.

Lu Yunzhou stood to the side, his hands in his pockets, and glanced at Feng Shan.

Zhao Rui got more and more excited as she spoke: "Qianyi, you really are a man. Trying to fool an old lady with a piece of glass, you're so wicked."

She turned to look at Lu Yunzhou, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Young man, how much did this gift cost? Tens or hundreds?"

The eyes of the people at the surrounding tables immediately turned to him.

Lu Yunzhou raised his eyelids, stared at Zhao Rui for two seconds, and chuckled, "Aunt Zhao, that smell on your clothes, it's from the bathroom partition, isn't it?"

Zhao Rui's smile froze.

Fenghe's hand trembled as he held the teacup, spilling a few drops of tea.

Lu Yunzhou continued, "When you came in just now, I could clearly see the scratch on your heel. The floor tiles were slippery, and you must have bumped into the edge of the partition while moving too quickly, right?"

Zhao Rui's face turned pale instantly. She opened her mouth to explain, but the words caught in her throat.

Feng He suddenly stood up, the chair leg scraping loudly on the floor tiles: "Lu Yunzhou, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Lu Yunzhou ignored him, his gaze falling on the red-soled high heels on Zhao Rui's feet: "I saw these shoes ten minutes ago under the partition at the very back of the men's restroom. There were two people inside, making quite a racket."

The whole place fell silent.

Dozens of eyes stared at Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui's face flushed red, her lips trembled, and she turned to look at Feng He: "You...you listened to his nonsense!"

Feng He's face was a mixture of pale and ashen, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

Bai Min covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.

Feng Shan put down his teacup, his face ashen, and stared intently at Lu Yunzhou: "Do you have any evidence?"

Lu Yunzhou took out his phone from his pocket, opened the photo album, and pointed the screen at everyone.

In the photo, two pairs of shoes are placed side by side, and the faint scratch on the edge of the red-soled high heel is clearly visible.

Zhao Rui jumped up, her chair slamming against the corner of the table behind her with a dull thud.

She pointed at Lu Yunzhou, her voice shrill and shrill: "You're slandering me! You're defaming me!"

"Stain?"

Lu Yunzhou put his phone back in his pocket. "If Aunt Zhao feels wronged, go to the men's room now and let everyone verify the information against the photo."

Zhao Rui's face turned completely pale, her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Qi Yufei, who was sitting to the side, was completely shocked when he heard this.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, overturning his chair. He pointed his finger at Zhao Rui and yelled, "You bitch! It's one thing to cheat on my second uncle, but you have the nerve to criticize my brother-in-law here!"

Feng He's face was frighteningly ugly, and he raised his hand to hit Qi Yufei.

Qi Yufei dodged, pointing at Zhao Rui and continuing to berate her: "Do you know how much my brother-in-law's gift is worth? Two hundred million!"

"A three-color jadeite carving of the auspicious symbols of fortune, prosperity, and longevity, personally commissioned by Jade King Feng Dekun, was completed overnight by top craftsmen!"

"You dare compare yourself to cheap knock-offs? You're not even worthy!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Two hundred million. People at the surrounding tables gasped in astonishment.

Feng Shan's expression froze, his hand holding the teacup suspended in mid-air.

Bai Min's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, and her eyes were practically bulging out.

Zhao Rui's face turned pale, and she swayed before she could steady herself by holding onto the edge of the table.

Feng Qianyi took out a folded piece of paper from her handbag and handed it to the old lady: "Grandma, this is the certificate of authenticity signed by Old Master Feng himself."

The old lady took it, unfolded it, glanced at it, and her face darkened.

She slammed the certificate on the table, her gaze sweeping over Feng Shan and Zhao Rui, her voice cold and hard: "What did you two just say? Street vendor stuff, a few dozen yuan?"

Fengshan's forehead was sweating, and he opened his mouth to explain.

The old woman didn't give him a chance, raising her voice: "Two hundred million yuan worth of stuff, and you call it cheap glass from a street stall! I think you've been blind all these years!"

She turned to look at Zhao Rui, her anger intensifying: "You're dressed like that, don't you know how to be discreet? What do you think this is, a nightclub?"

Zhao Rui's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

The old woman surveyed the room: "Everyone, enjoy your meal. As for those shameless individuals, finish your food and get out of my way!"

The audience was silent.

As the waiter began serving the dishes, Zhao Rui slumped back into her chair, burying her face in her hands, her shoulders twitching.

Feng He lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

Fengshan picked up his teacup, but his hand trembled so much that he spilled tea all over the table.

Halfway through the banquet, Zhao Rui suddenly stood up, clutching her stomach with a smile on her face: "Mom, I have some good news to tell you."

The old lady raised her eyelids but didn't say a word.

Zhao Rui took a deep breath and raised her voice: "I'm pregnant, it's a boy, a male heir of the Feng family."

The entire room fell silent once again.

She continued, "Mom, you see, Qianyi is a girl, and Yufei's surname isn't Feng."

"The one I'm carrying now is the true bloodline of the Feng family. Shouldn't you leave something for him?"

"For example...shares in the Fengming Group?"

The old woman stared at her, her face expressionless.

Zhao Rui smiled even sweeter: "Mom, I'm not greedy, just give me 20%."