Towards the evening, A-Wan went to the He family's residence in a taxi, her mind restless. Many people had gathered for Zhao Yu's birthday banquet and as soon as she entered, murmurs rippled through the crowd –

"Wasn't A-wei put in jail for attempted murder? Is she out now?"

"How did someone like her get in here? The thought of a murderer being around makes me uneasy."

"How can she be the daughter of a respectable family and dress like this? She's truly out of line!"

In the midst of their murmuring and curious glances, A-Wa walked nonchalantly to a corner of the banquet hall and sat down.

There was a man in a suit sitting here as well. When he saw her sit down, he frowned and got up, leaving with a look of disdain on his face.

<<< 向晚 didn't care, her gaze fell on the entrance, a stone seemed to be pressing down on her heart.

He Hanchuan hasn't arrived yet, he might be seriously injured there.

He has always been ruthless in his dealings, this time she accidentally hurt him, and she doesn't know how he will retaliate against her.

"Miss Xiang, madam requests your presence." The servant said as he approached her.

向晚 nodded her head, following the servant up to Zhao Yu's room on the second floor amidst surprised or curious glances from others.

"Wanwan is here." Zhao Yu wore a purple floor-length evening gown, elegant and graceful, with faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes from smiling.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on Wanye's uneven short hair and the scar above her eyebrow, then quickly moved away without any trace of disrespect.

The former senior colleague, whose friendly attitude hadn't changed from two years ago, left Xiang Wan feeling a little awkward.

She lowered her eyes and respectfully said, "Hello, mother-in-law."

"How come you're not wishing me a youthful 18th birthday this time? You know, getting younger with every passing year?" Zhao Yu teased.

YUAN Yue bit her lip, remaining silent.

The gap in status and her experiences over the past two years made her dare not joke with her stepmother as freely as she used to.

"Well, we've both become more mature," Zhao Yu touched her short hair and sighed with emotion, then changed the subject. "I prepared the dress based on your measurements two years ago, I wonder if it still fits. Go try it on first."

The maid held out a pale pink evening gown with both hands to Wanye.

"No need, Aunt. I'll just check on Mom and leave. Thank you."

Since A-wan didn't respond, her aunt agreed to let her over, and that was enough for her.

Two years ago, she went to jail. Everyone in the circle knows about it. She would only embarrass her aunt if she went to a banquet.

Zhao Yu pulled her hand and said reproachfully, "Today is your aunt's birthday, look at how your mother just left, isn't she being rude?"

"But my identity…" Xiang Wan licked her dry lips, too embarrassed to continue.

“What’s your identity?” Zhao Yu smiled, interrupting her. “You are just a junior I like.”

She didn't give Xiangwan a chance to refuse, turning her head and instructing the maid, "When Xiangwan is done trying on the clothes, have Ah Wei and his team come over. Have them style Xiangwan's hair and do her makeup again. This makeup is too light; under the evening lights, it won't even be visible."

Towards the end of the banquet, Yue didn't want to spoil her own birthday party because she had made a mistake. She also didn't know how to face her parents and other guests. She was about to say something when Zhao Yu spoke first, "Yue Yue, there are more guests today. Your aunt has gone out for now. If you need anything, just call Aunt Zhang and the others."

After that, he left directly.

<<< Wanye looked at the closed door, her expression complex.

She had spent more than two hours changing her clothes and doing her hair. By then, the banquet hall was filled with people in elegant attire. Everyone raised their glasses and chatted merrily.

"You're saying that Mrs. He asked Xiang Wan to come over and change clothes for a makeover, aren't you? Aren't you worried she finds it embarrassing that she has a history of being in prison, and wants her as her daughter-in-law anyway?"

"Impossible? The He family wouldn't possibly want a daughter-in-law who has been to jail. Maybe they just thought Xiangwan looked too embarrassing in that outfit."

As she walked through the crowd, Yue Wan heard someone talking about her. Her steps faltered for a moment before she made her way to a table in the corner.

A young couple sat by the table. When she arrived, they rose in unison and gave each other a knowing look before slipping away.

A-Wai sat down and scanned the crowd, but she still didn't see He Hanchuan. Anxiety grew in her heart.

He's been gone for so long, could he be seriously injured?

"A-wei?" At that moment, Jiang Qingran rolled her wheelchair over and sized her up with a look, smiling. "I thought you'd still come in your work uniform, but I searched for ages and couldn't find it. Turns out you prepared a dress!"

Jiang Qi Feng stood behind her, his gaze lingering on Xiang Wan for a moment before he forced himself to look away.

<<< 向晚 frowned, didn't speak, and nibbled on a piece of pastry.

“This dress must have been custom-made, right?” Jiang Qingran bit her lip and persuaded, “Xiang Wan, it’s best to keep your spending in line with your income. Don’t do anything you shouldn’t just for a little vanity.”

"What shouldn't be done? Being a sugar baby?" Xiang Wan only took one bite of the snack before she couldn't eat anymore, her expression laced with subtle sarcasm.

"I'm only looking out for you, just giving you a bit of advice. That's all." Jiang Qingran gave an exasperated look. "Don't always be so hostile towards me."

<< Xiang Wan pulled out a tissue and wiped the crumbs from her mouth, then got up and walked to another table. >>

Where Jiang Qingran was, she felt the air was polluted.

"QIng Ran earnestly advised you, what's your attitude?" Jiang Qi Feng walked in front of Xiang Wan, blocking her path, "Or is Qing Ran right? Are you angry and ashamed?"

The thought of Yi Wan working as a lover for money, gracefully submitting to other men every night, made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Should I get angry and upset, it's not necessary to tell Mr. Jiang, right? Besides," Xiangwan sneered, "Even if I slept with someone for money, what does it have to do with Miss Jiang and Mr. Jiang?"

Their brother and sister's hands were really long, and it was disgusting enough.

Jiang Qi Feng's throat tightened, it truly had nothing to do with him, and he had no stance to blame her.

"Of course, it concerns me. After all, you were my friend before. If you're short on money, you can tell me, there's no need to sell your body for it." Jiang Qingran's voice rose slightly, speaking with heartfelt sincerity.

Even in the corner of this banquet, there are many people.

Hearing this, many people came over, some in disbelief, some in amazement, some in disgust, and others just to watch the commotion.

"No matter what, she's still a daughter of the family. To actually sell her body for money? That can't be true?"

"It's still possible that Two years ago, I cut off contact with the home and A-wei."

"She has hands and feet, won't she work if she lacks money?"

"Are you kidding me? A-wei didn't even pass the college entrance exam, she only got into a second-rate university because her family paid for it. What else can someone like her, an idle rich kid, do besides asking her family for money?"

Toward the end clenched her fists tightly, anger surging in her blood, clamoring and roaring. There were wine glasses, plates, and vases on the table beside her; she could easily pick up any of these things and smash them onto Jiang Qingran's head. It wouldn't be a big deal to go to jail.

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