CHAPTER 438: CHAPTER 438

Jiang Weiwei’s heart instantly turned cold.

Was that Jiang Moxi? How did she also come to Emperor City?

Was she brought by Feng Yu?

If the Jiang Family found out that Jiang Moxi had also arrived in Emperor City, and even showed up at Old Master Feng’s birthday banquet, would they place all their hopes for the family’s revitalization on Jiang Moxi?

Just as Jiang Weiwei’s mind was flooded with a series of questions, Wu Shirong suddenly spoke up next to her, "Weiwei, what’s wrong?"

Ever since Jiang Weiwei had returned from the restroom, she seemed a bit down.

Wu Shirong tried to start a conversation several times, but Jiang Weiwei was just not present.

Jiang Weiwei’s wandering mind was brought back by Wu Shirong’s voice.

"It’s nothing."

Jiang Weiwei couldn’t possibly tell Wu Shirong that in the restroom, she wanted Feng Yu to have some other thoughts about her, but got warned by Feng Yu instead.

Seeing that Wu Shirong was about to inquire further, Jiang Weiwei simply shifted the topic: "What’s going on behind that screen?"

"Behind the screen?" Following Jiang Weiwei’s gaze, Wu Shirong looked over and saw that Old Master Feng was also being helped and surrounded by others, heading towards the area behind the screen.

Wu Shirong smiled and said, "That’s the Feng Family’s main banquet table. Compared to the new-style banquet parties that we young people enjoy, Old Master Feng prefers the traditional banquet at home, so the banquets hosted by the Feng Family are all in the old style, and the main table has to be set up behind the screen."

"Can outsiders also join that table?" Jiang Weiwei asked again.

Seeing Jiang Weiwei’s interest, Wu Shirong explained in detail.

"Generally, the main table at the banquet is reserved for important members of the Feng Family, as well as Old Master’s old friends. Furthermore, today’s invited top dignitaries. It’s usually Fu Family Patriarch Fu Weidong, and the heads of other noble families in Emperor City."

But Wu Shirong didn’t know that with his clear explanation, Jiang Weiwei had only one thought—

The person she had seen just now shouldn’t have been Jiang Moxi.

After all, only important members of the Feng Family or invited top dignitaries would qualify for that table.

Even if Feng Yu had a good impression of Jiang Moxi, without formally marrying her, Jiang Moxi was neither a member of the Feng Family nor a top dignitary, so how could she possibly be at the Feng Family’s main banquet table?

Moreover, Jiang Weiwei had also noticed that Wei Su was at the next table.

Even Wei Su, who lived in the Feng Family’s residence, didn’t have the privilege to enter the main banquet table. How could Jiang Moxi, an outsider, be qualified to appear there?

With this thought, Jiang Weiwei’s mood improved slightly, and she turned her attention to Wu Shirong.

"Mr. Wu, thank you for introducing me to so many people today, this drink is for you..."

Yes, after being humiliated and warned by Feng Yu in the restroom, Jiang Weiwei sobered up a bit more.

Rather than risking her life approaching Feng Yu, who clearly looked down on her, it was better to seize the reliable and seemingly easier-to-manipulate Wu Shirong right in front of her.

Thus, at this moment, Jiang Weiwei had already secretly begun her plan to win over Wu Shirong.

Seeing Jiang Weiwei awkwardly toast him, her face flush with a delicate and quiet appearance, Wu Shirong naturally felt pleased.

So, Wu Shirong willingly drank the wine Jiang Weiwei had toasted to him.

But in a short while, Jiang Weiwei found other reasons to toast Wu Shirong.

Apart from that, Jiang Weiwei kept pouring and drinking wine herself.

Wu Shirong also noticed that Jiang Weiwei suddenly became somewhat overly enthusiastic, but he didn’t think much of it.

Honestly, he was quite charmed by Jiang Weiwei’s soft, weak and spoiled nature, so he nearly never refused the drinks Jiang Weiwei toasted...

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On the other side, the main banquet table behind the screen—

The butler brought over another important guest, Fu Weidong.

Fu Weidong was already past sixty, but he was well-maintained, wearing a black classic three-piece suit, with an excellent demeanor, exuding the presence of a successful person.

Fu Weidong was, after all, the man in charge of the noble Fu Family in Emperor City. His arrival prompted many to stand up and greet him.

Even Feng Yu did so, affectionately calling out, "Uncle Fu, we’ve been waiting for you."

Fu Weidong gave Feng Yu a pat on the back, exchanged a few words with him, and after presenting his birthday gift to Old Master Feng, he took a seat at the dining table with them.

However, when Fu Weidong saw the young man sitting with Jiang Moxi at the main table, his deep-set eyes suddenly became more piercing.

"Who is this...?"

Staring at Fu Youhan, Fu Weidong’s gaze was sharp as an eagle’s, clearly scrutinizing him.

Fu Youhan also looked back at Fu Weidong, and even in the presence of the imposing Fu Weidong, he did not feel belittled.

"This is Fu Youhan from Yan City, he came looking for Xixi."

Old Master Feng introduced Fu Youhan to Fu Weidong and added, "Weidong, don’t you feel like you’re seeing a younger version of yourself?"

Yes, that was exactly the sensation that struck Fu Weidong the moment he first laid eyes on Fu Youhan.

As if traveling through time and space to meet a younger self...

And it was because of this strange feeling, Fu Weidong paid such close attention to him.

"From Yan City, and also named Fu?" Fu Weidong squinted slightly, then asked, "Is your father Fu Shaoquan?"

Fu Youhan narrowed his eyes as well and answered, "Indeed, he is my father."

Once these words were spoken, the expressions on the faces of the older attendees visibly changed.

It seemed that Fu Shaoquan represented a taboo existence for them.

Even Fu Weidong, upon confirming that Fu Youhan was indeed Fu Shaoquan’s son, simply left a cold comment: "No wonder."

Then, as if by mutual agreement, everyone promptly steered away from the topic of the resemblance between Fu Weidong and Fu Youhan and each started discussing other matters.

In that instant, Fu Youhan was completely ignored and avoided by all the elders, and even Jiang Moxi couldn’t help feeling a bit of sympathy for him.

Right, from the attitude of the others, Jiang Moxi could guess that Fu Youhan’s father must have committed some atrocity in Emperor City, which caused such a taboo to even mention him.

And even towards his son, Fu Youhan, they kept at a distance as if he were a venomous snake.

But Fu Youhan remained much the same as usual, not overly eager to please anyone, retaining his dignity.

Even his aura remained uninfluenced by others.

Nonetheless, Jiang Moxi still felt as if someone had pricked her heart.

So, she lowered her voice and said to Fu Youhan, "Let’s go after the meal. There’s no need for you to endure humiliation here."

But he, sitting opposite her under the table, hooked her calf with his long leg, "Don’t worry about me. Besides you, no one else can affect my emotions."

Jiang Moxi tried to pull her leg back, but the person shamelessly clamped it with his legs.

Jiang Moxi wanted to struggle free but didn’t dare to exert too much force, fearing that the elders at the main table would take notice.

Her face flushed with anger, she even felt that she had been foolish to worry about this jerk earlier.

After hooking Jiang Moxi’s leg, a smile began to creep up to Fu Youhan’s ears.

Not only because he had made contact with Jiang Moxi, but also because she had taken the initiative to speak up and persuade him to leave.

This meant that his Xixi still cared about him.

The probability of him winning her back had just significantly increased.

As the banquet continued with all sorts of exotic delicacies being served, a servant brought a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice to Jiang Moxi.

She had injuries on her body and naturally couldn’t drink alcohol like the others.

Moreover, these past few days, the kitchen also often prepared orange juice for Jiang Moxi, and at first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Just as Jiang Moxi was about to quench her thirst with a sip of the orange juice, something suddenly crossed her mind, and she stopped the servant to ask, "Who asked you to bring this?"