The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

three days later.

As night falls, the crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars twinkle and radiate brilliance.

The hall of the Rong mansion was brightly lit by a huge petal chandelier, and the warm light shone on everyone, as if they had been coated with a layer of light gold.

The musician was sitting in the corner, with his slender, white hands resting on the keys of the piano, and the beautiful music was flowing slowly.

"Madam, I wish you good health."

"Mrs. Rong, you still have the same demeanor. I will grow old when I stand with you."

"Old girlfriend, I am relieved to see you today. It seems that you are recovering well."

...

The hall is full of superstars, famous ladies and dignitaries from all walks of life gather together, the old lady stands in the middle, enjoying the treatment like the stars holding the moon.

She was wearing a black cheongsam with a pattern of auspicious flowers embroidered on her chest. The whole was elegant, delicate and majestic.

After dealing with a few friendly people, the old lady paced to the center.

The people present looked at each other in unison, knowing that the main event was coming.

"Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to visit me, my old lady. It's rare for everyone to get together today. Taking this opportunity, I would like to solemnly introduce a family member to everyone."

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, everyone looked astonished and whispered to each other.

Tan Wan'an raised her eyebrows, "A new family member? Could it be Second Master Rong's new wife?"

"But... maybe so."

Gu Qingyun's face, who was holding her arm, suddenly turned pale, and there was a icy chill in his pair of Jianshui autumn pupils.

If Mrs. Rong really introduced that little bitch Mu Changying to everyone, wouldn't it mean that she already recognized her identity?

At this time, the hall suddenly went dark, and a pale white light shone on the stairs on the second floor.

Looking around, a man and a woman are standing above, the man is tall and straight like a pine, and the woman is petite and exquisite.

The girl was wearing a champagne-colored mermaid dress, her skin was white and delicate, so tender that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out.

Standing together, the two are handsome and pretty, eye-catching and dazzling, but there is no sense of disobedience.

Seeing Mu Changying holding Rong Liyuan's arm, the people in the hall were silent for a few seconds, and they lost their composure in an instant.

"Who is this woman? Why are you standing with Second Master Rong? Is she a cousin?"

"Can you stop deceiving yourself, this is obviously Rong Erye's woman."

"Cough cough cough... By the way, isn't it a little inappropriate to use the word woman? She is so young, I don't know if she is an adult or not."

...

Finally, everyone couldn't calm down any longer, and there was gossip in their eyes.

There are too many scrutinizing eyes, curiosity, envy, jealousy, greed, possession...

Rong Liyuan frowned slightly, his eyes were gloomy, and his cold eyes swept around the people present.

Yingbao can only be hers, no one has the right to spy on his treasure!

"..."

A sense of oppression strikes, which is a blatant defense, warning and declaration of war on sovereignty.

The faint eyes made everyone's hearts tremble, and they quickly put away their unscrupulous scrutiny.

Mu Changying walked down hand in hand with Rong Liyuan, her bright red lips curled slightly.

"A Yuan, do you think someone will jump up and tear me apart?"

When the first generation A Yuan introduced her, the people present did not say anything publicly, but secretly ridiculed her a lot.

After all... In the eyes of these people, her family background is not obvious, she is extremely vulgar, she has no beauty, no ink on her chest, she is not worthy to stand shoulder to shoulder with Rong Liyuan.