CHAPTER 1253: CHAPTER 245: BLESSING OR CURSE, SOBER CRUELTY 7

Hearing him mention Yan Ke, Meng Junci felt stifled and turned his head to leave.

Huo Chanyi smiled at Meng Jungu and jogged after him.

Meng Jungu didn’t care at all, maintaining an air of solitary clarity amidst the world’s drunkenness, and walked in with his hands in his pockets.

Huo Chanyi glanced back at him, pursed her lips, suppressed her thoughts, and chased after Meng Junci.

"Big brother’s really something, driving so fast," Yan Xing got out of the car, muttering to herself as she looked at the flashy military vehicle in the parking lot.

Yan Hua stepped down slowly, taking her hand, "Alright, stop complaining. Let’s call Yun Ya and ask where she is."

"That’s all we can do." Yan Xing took out her phone to call Yun Ya, but no one picked up after two tries.

"Why isn’t she answering? It’s driving me crazy."

"Don’t block the way, please move aside." A sharp voice suddenly interrupted. Yan Xing turned around abruptly, seeing Song Jinwen standing there like a flamboyant peacock, with an air of arrogance.

It was indeed Song Jinwen.

Next to her was Dongfang Yi, elegant and serene, mature yet exuding feminine charm, appearing more dignified and grand than Song Jinwen.

At the moment, she wore a gentle smile, like a tender and understanding older sister, and her voice was slightly grave as she reprimanded, "Jinwen, mind your words!"

See that? Making herself appear so cultured and graceful, contrasting Song Jinwen as rude and arrogant.

Yan Hua frowned slightly and spoke, "Miss Dongfang, Miss Song."

Dongfang Yi nodded slightly, smiling as she said, "Miss Hua, you look well today. I heard you were sick a few days ago, is everything alright now?"

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Dongfang, I am well now."

Yan Xing looked at Song Jinwen as if a cat whose tail had been stepped on, ignoring Dongfang Yi completely, scowling as she cursed, "You’re the dog, your whole family are dogs."

"Who are you calling a dog?" Song Jinwen gritted her teeth.

"I’m calling you a dog." Yan Xing rolled up her sleeves, nearly pointing at her nose to scold her.

"Jinwen, remember your status." Dongfang Yi frowned and reminded.

Yan Hua tugged at Yan Xing, signaling her to say less.

Song Jinwen calmed down, glanced around, and suddenly sneered disdainfully, "Where’s Ji Yunya? She didn’t run away, did she? Haha, I knew she wouldn’t have the guts. Yan Xing, if you beg for mercy now, I might spare you some face, otherwise..."

Before she could finish, Yan Xing spat on her face, "Dream on. Sister Yun Ya wouldn’t run away. She came earlier with my big brother. My big brother is worried about those vile people bullying her. He treats her really well. Anyone wanting to bully her should first consider if they’re worthy of being trampled by my big brother. Second sister, let’s go."

After speaking, Yan Xing pulled Yan Hua’s hand and walked away with her head held high.

"That little brat." Song Jinwen clenched her fists in anger, "Just wait, I’ll get you."

"Jinwen, if you dare cause trouble, you’ll bear the consequences yourself." Dongfang Yi shot her a sideways glance.

Song Jinwen ground her teeth and smiled, "Don’t worry, Sister Yi, I know what I’m doing."

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The estate was vast, with wooden bridges spanning the lake, and small pavilions connected by the bridges stretching into the distance. Today the weather was clear, the temperature slightly warmer, and bits of ice floated on the lake, reflecting dazzling silver glints under the sunlight. The water was exceptionally clear, with fat fish swimming freely among the water plants.

If it were summer, the water would be full of lotus flowers, making the scenery absolutely breathtaking, with endless green lotus leaves blending with the sky and lotus flowers a different red under the sun.

However, in winter, the lake surface was bare, only offering reflections to admire.

The banquet hall was located in a two-story building across the wooden bridge, blending Chinese and Western styles. The first floor featured large floor-to-ceiling windows for a bright and clean viewing experience, while the second floor was a pavilion for a full panoramic view of the entire estate.

At the moment, many people were already in the hall, mostly socialites gathered to chat and gossip. Someone pointed to the wooden bridge not far outside the window and asked, "Who are those two?"

On the wooden bridge in the distance, two figures were leaning against each other. From afar, they appeared to be a man and a woman. The man was dressed in a military uniform, tall and imposing, exuding a sharpness that struck directly despite the distance, and the young woman was delicate and graceful, elegantly beautiful. The man said something that made the young woman burst into laughter, her eyebrows and eyes as radiant as spring.

A gust of wind blew, and the young woman instinctively hunched her shoulders. The man wrapped her in a down jacket, put the hood over her head, and held her hands, blowing warmth into them to keep them warm.