After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

The old lady nodded and greeted everyone one by one.

Finally, he pointed at the person on the other side and glanced at Wen Jin: "Xiao Jin, this is your Uncle Yan."

Wen Jin nodded obediently: "Uncle Yan."

"Old Yan! I saw you from a distance. Isn't it a bit rude of you not to say hello to me?"

"Where?" The person who was called by the old lady laughed and said, "Everyone can testify that it was you who was late. Who is this person next to you?"

"I am the future daughter-in-law of the Ling family,"

Wen Jin was shocked!

Even Shen Changze and Song Jinzhi couldn't hide their surprise.

Their eyes met, and they looked at each other with doubt as if seeking confirmation.

"How come I haven't heard Ji Bai mention such a good thing? Could it be that you, old lady, are just wishful thinking?" Yan He and the old lady have been friends for many years. They had struggled together when they were young, and their friendship remained even when they were old, so they spoke more casually.

Old Madam Ling laughed and patted Wen Jin's hand: "A daughter is sought after by hundreds of families. Even if I am wishful thinking, I still need Ji Bai's approval, right?"

Several people gathered together, including some of their colleagues from the last dinner table in Singapore. They all looked at each other, lowered their heads slightly, and remained silent.

Isn't this a personal battle between Ling Jibai and Shen Xunzhou? Is it a drama between the Ling family and the Shen family fighting for the daughter-in-law?

interesting!

This girl from the Wen family was extremely beautiful. Not only were men fond of her, but even the elders had already attracted her.

Not only is she beautiful, but she also has high emotional intelligence?

"Yes, yes, yes," Yan He nodded repeatedly.

The old lady patted Wen Jin's hand and introduced to Yan He, "Boss of Qiyun Equipment, if your Medical Association has any moves in the future, you must bring some girls with you."

Yan He smiled and nodded: "Mr. Wen is well-known in our medical community."

Old Madam Ling glanced at Wen Jin with relief in her eyes: "After all, the world is supported by young people. Only when they are excellent can we feel at ease."

After the group of people finished exchanging greetings, the old lady asked Wen Jin to take out her mobile phone to scan Yan He's WeChat and leave a contact number before leaving the venue.

Before they had gone far, the old lady asked, "Are you and Shen Jia Xunzhou in the same situation? I saw Song Jinzhi looking at you with a look of disappointment and helplessness."

"She doesn't like me in the first place, there's no need to delve into it, grandma, Ling Jibai and I......"

The old lady raised her hand to stop her from saying, "Silly girl, just be obedient while I'm helping you. Whether it's true or not, I'm willing to do it. I won't blame you in the future."

"But........." Wen Jin hesitated. She wanted to use the old lady to achieve her own goals, but she felt guilty about using a kind old woman. "Mr. Ling and I can never be together."

"Fate is something you can only encounter by chance. Xiao Jin, I admire you not because of Ji Bai, but because you are you. You are you."

The old lady of the Ling family is completely different from the Shen family.

One who only knew how to trample on her and deny her.

The other one recognizes her and helps her grow.

Wen Jin couldn't help but think that if it was a few years later, if there was no Shen Xunzhou, if she didn't go after Ling Jibai, then for the Ling family, she might have tried again, but life... after all, there are no ifs.

In the meeting place, everyone was toasting each other and chatting happily. The old lady of the Ling family took Wen Jin for a walk in the venue.

Shen Mang, who was standing aside, watched with a frown on his face, frequently picking up his phone to check the time.

"Sister Mang, if Brother Xunzhou doesn't come, my wife will have to become a member of the Ling family. What is this old lady Ling thinking?" Zhou Shan muttered beside Shen Mang.

The latter had an ugly look on his face and looked a little irritated.

There's no time to rush at a time like this. Shen Xunzhou is stuck in traffic, and telling him about the situation here will only make him anxious.

"I'll go take a look," Shen Mang sighed. If he had known earlier, he should have brought grandma along today. Every family has an old lady.

Old Lady Ling was taking Wen Jin to meet some of the directors and presidents in the field. Shen Mang walked towards Wen Jin and the others with a faint smile on his face and a clear goal in mind.

As they approached the two of them, a hand reached out and held her arm: "Aunt."

"Don't get involved!" Song Jinzhi said softly, pulling Shen Mang away.

Shen Mang knew that Song Jinzhi had always looked down on Wen Jin, and now that Wen Jin had hooked up with the Ling family, it was just what she wanted.

"Isn't this inappropriate? Xun Zhou is on his way."

"You also know how he feels about Wen Jin. How could he bear to see this scene when he came later?"

"He has feelings for Wen Jin, but what about Wen Jin for him?" Song Jinzhi asked back, looking at Shen Mang with questioning eyes: "Things like feelings cannot be forced by wishful thinking."

"Aunt," Shen Mang stamped her feet anxiously, not caring about her image at all: "Ling Jibai has family to help him, but doesn't our Shen family have any? Of course, love is not something that can be forced by wishful thinking, because it requires many aspects to be together, including love, material, and family acceptance."

Shen Mang pushed Song Jinzhi's hand away: "I don't want Xunzhou to spend his life in endless compromise and concession. He may not be happy with others, but he may not be unable to be happy with Wen Jin."

"Shen Mang!"

Song Jinzhi's angry roar rang out.

But Shen Mang turned a blind eye.

He turned and walked towards Wen Jin and Old Madam Ling.

The call of "Xiao Jin" attracted Wen Jin's attention. He looked sideways and saw Shen Mang looking at him with a faint smile.

Then she glanced at the old lady, took Wen Jin's hand and said coquettishly, "Grandma Ling, I want to take Wen Jin to play with us young people."

"Go!" The old lady saw through Shen Mang's thoughts at a glance.

It's not good to stay longer.

"When Shen Xunzhou asked me for a dress, I thought he was asking for it for you. Fortunately, I was wise and ordered two," Shen Mang pulled Wen Jin away and chatted with her in a casual manner.

He also did not forget to praise: "It's really beautiful."

"Xiao Jin!" Shen Mang pulled Wen Jin to a corner and advised earnestly: "What Mrs. Ling can give you is nothing more than bringing you some face, but these things, as long as you are with Xun Zhou, you can get everything with just the three words Mrs. Shen."

"The interpersonal relationships among the wealthy are not as simple as you see. Old Madam Ling also has demands on you."

"No one is innocent, so I naturally cannot expect others to have no demands on me," Wen Jin smiled and rejected Shen Mang's words.

His eyes brushed past her earlobe and glanced at Song Jinzhi who was standing not far away and looking at her.

Just at this moment, the host picked up the microphone and asked the guests to move to the inner hall. Wen Jin pushed Shen Mang's hand away and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Miss Wen, I've long heard of you!" Wen Jin had just lowered her skirt as she walked down the stairs, preparing to go to the bathroom, when an abrupt greeting sounded beside her.

Wen Jin frowned: "Who are you?"