Disliked by everyone? She is clearly the most beloved one in the rich family!

"It's okay, it's a good thing you came, otherwise people might think we're here to eat for free."

The old lady's words were merciless, without any regard for the waiter's face.

Seeing the VIP who had booked a large private room on the third floor hurriedly coming down from upstairs, the manager also hurriedly followed.

He had also heard about Eric's family, and when he saw everyone's reaction, he had no idea what was going on.

He immediately scolded the waiter, "How dare you block our distinguished guests at the door? I'll settle your salary for this month and you don't have to come back next month."

Hearing this, the waiter's face instantly turned gloomy.

Where could he find such a respectable and well-paid job? If he had known earlier, he would not have been so brave and verbally abusive towards Eric and the old lady.

"Forget it, it's just that I look down on others."

The old lady didn't care about these things at all. She could just step on the small shrimps at the bottom and crush them to death.

This kind of villain always forgets the saying that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. He tries to challenge with his ant-like body, but he is just like a moth flying into a flame.

Eric wanted to say something else, but was stopped by the old lady's look.

The boy who ran down was quite clever. He immediately shouted to the manager, "Didn't you hear what the old lady said? Get him out of here right away and get out of our way."

The manager nodded hurriedly, and the waiter ran out quickly as if he had been pardoned.

"Dear Ms. Wilson, my name is Simon. Please follow me upstairs. The host is waiting for you upstairs."

There was nothing wrong with the boy's manners. Except when he was scolding the manager, he was always gentle and polite.

Eric followed the old lady and Simon silently, swallowing nervously. Although he hadn't seen Alex yet, he could already feel the pressure from Simon.

Pushing open the door to the private room, a middle-aged man with deep blue eyes was sitting at the dining table. Eric felt that the old lady's description of this man was still conservative. His sharp face and gentle eyebrows and eyes, even though the years had left some marks on his face, still did not change the fact that he was beautiful.

Eric frowned when he saw him for the first time.

He can be sure that Alex is definitely not an Alpha!

"Long time no see, you haven't changed at all."

The old lady looked at Alex with a somewhat helpless expression on her face.

She clenched her hands and then lowered them. This was the first time Eric saw the old lady so nervous, and there was even a hint of inferiority mixed in with her nervousness.

"Xiao Ruan, you haven't changed at all."

As soon as the name came out, tears immediately shone in the old lady's eyes. She hadn't heard anyone call her that in a long time, as if everything had been lost in the long river of history.

She has also changed from a young girl to her current old appearance, but the old lady still feels that Alex has not changed and is still exactly the same as when he was young.

Simon arranged for the old lady and Eric to sit down, then closed the box door and left.

The breathing sounds of the three people seemed so insignificant in this huge private room. The old lady seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past, and her eyes were full of sadness and nostalgia when she looked at Alex.

"I heard he wants to kill you?"

Alex's voice was very gentle, not like that of someone who had been in a high position for a long time, but rather like the old grandfather next door.

"He always does this, just like he does to you."

If the old lady's resentment towards Mr. Wilson was 120% before, then when she met Alex, the resentment had reached %.

"We are obviously brothers, and he clearly knows that I won't snatch anything from him."

An unfathomable emotion flashed across Alex's eyes.

"But it doesn't matter. I will help your family get out of this predicament."

These words finally made Eric feel relieved.

It turned out that old man Wilson was not a good person, and Alex in front of them was the one who was really good to them.

Otherwise, how could he and his grandmother still have such a deep affection for each other even though they haven't seen each other for decades?

"Grandpa Hasim, I don't know what happened to me recently. Have you heard anything? That house is my grandmother's property. In fact, many things in the house were purchased with our own money. But the Wilson family was so tyrannical that they ignored the law and kicked us out. We almost ended up on the streets."

Eric knew that Alex must be aware of these things, and the main reason he brought them up at the dinner table was because he really couldn't live in that cramped house anymore.

The house was extremely poorly soundproofed, and any slight noise could be heard. With a family of seven, their schedules were chaotic, not to mention he had to squeeze into the living room with his cousin. When had he ever suffered such an injustice?

"I've heard about this. I've handed it over to Simon. You can move into the new house tomorrow at the latest."

"Alex, this..."

Such meticulous care made the old lady burst into tears, and all the grievances accumulated during this period were vented at once.

"It's okay, Ruan. You know, these are nothing to me. It's just that I have my own difficulties, so I can't help you openly."

Alex's face was a little pale, which made his gentle temperament even more fragile.

"I haven't asked you how you joined the Hashemite family yet?"

The old lady seemed to have just remembered this.

Alex chuckled and shook his head.

"After being kicked out of my family, I wandered to the Middle East. Thanks to my good looks and good physique, I was able to successfully marry the eldest daughter of the Hashemite family."

Although Alex said this with a smile, no one could ignore the sadness in his eyes.

It's so ironic that he was a prominent figure who could compete with old man Wilson, but in the end he ended up becoming a woman's appendage.

"It was fine at first, but she eventually lost her beauty and love. The Hashemite family has absolute power in the Middle East, and she has the choice of almost everyone. If I can't satisfy her, I'll end up on the streets if I'm sent to Europe this time."

Eric listened to Alex's narration and felt as if his heart was being grabbed and suppressed.

Even when their family fell into such a difficult time, Eric never thought of selling his body in exchange for some benefits. This was their dignity as a noble.

He couldn't imagine what kind of miserable things Alex had gone through to end up like this.

"I didn't expect the Wilson family to still have such a dominant position in Europe. They've disrupted several recent projects. It seems like grabbing a piece of meat in this market is still as difficult as before."

"But I will definitely stand by you this time. I won't let you lose again."

"This is my grandson, and someone Mr. Wilson trusts very much. As soon as he returns, we will adopt a soft offensive, allowing Eric to infiltrate the Wilson family and take back everything that belongs to us."

Eric felt the two gazes directed at him and nodded vigorously.

In the past, he was like a dodder, relying on others for survival. Of course, in this world, whoever has the biggest fist has the final say, and there's nothing wrong with seeking benefits and avoiding harm. But now, he no longer wants his fate to be dictated by others.

The Wilson family has committed too many sins, and he should be the one to put an end to them.

The dinner lasted until very late, and the old lady and Alex told many stories about themselves.

When he got home, Eric lay down on the floor covered with a quilt. The hard touch made him toss and turn.

The snoring sounds that came from all around him made him suddenly feel that he had never been a noble young master. Instead, he had always been like this, living like a commoner.

But the tender skin that responded to him called out for the soft bed that belonged to him. He could not forget the good life he had led; it was something that belonged to him, etched in his bones.

"Just wait and see, I will take back everything that belongs to me."

There is chaos and war on this side, but peace and tranquility on the other side.

Yu Zhi had been in the studio for three days and three nights, and his handsome face was covered with white marks from the carved plaster.

He looked intently at the goddess of beauty Aphrodite, whose form had already begun to take shape in front of him, with a gleam in his azure eyes.

The cell phone beside him was buzzing, but he was oblivious as he kept modifying the subtle details of his face with a knife.

Yu Zhi put down the carving knife only when there was no longer any problem with the light and shadow.

He opened his cell phone and took a look. This was a big deal.

There were more than thirty missed calls, most of which were from Meng Yingnian.

Just as he was flipping through the book, Meng Yingnian called again, and this time Yu Zhicai answered the call.

"My little ancestor, why don't you answer the phone again?"

Meng Yingnian's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

He knew that once Yu Zhi was immersed in his own affairs, he would ignore all information from the outside world.

It was almost noon, and I was afraid that he would be hungry, so I hurriedly made more than ten phone calls. Unfortunately, the calls fell on deaf ears and I didn't receive any response.

"I was just working on my sculpture. Sorry, I didn't see your call."

As soon as Yu Zhiwen's gentle voice came out, all of Meng Yingnian's emotions disappeared instantly, and only a sweet smile remained on his face.

"I know you don't care about yourself when you're busy. Look at what time it is now?"

After hearing what Meng Yingnian said, Yu Zhi glanced at the time on his phone and saw that it was almost 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Wow, time flies by so fast. I feel like I haven't done anything."

Otherwise, why do old people always say that time is money? Yu Zhi felt as if his time was fast-forwarded.

"Okay, stop worrying about how time flies by. I'll be waiting for you at the door of your building. Let's go have a meal first and then come back this afternoon to continue our creation."

Yu Zhi heard Meng Yingnian waiting for him at the door of the building. He didn't even have time to change his clothes and ran downstairs in a hurry.

Sure enough, the slender figure was standing at the door of the building, holding something in his hand.

As soon as Yu Zhiyi approached, Meng Yingnian stuffed the roasted sweet potato in his hand into his hand.

"The restaurant I booked is a bit far from your school. I'm worried you'll be hungry, so I'll buy you something to eat first."

Yu Zhi felt the warmth of the roasted sweet potato in his hand. Without even thinking about it, he knew that Meng Yingnian had protected it well with his clothes.

He was clearly a CEO who could make clouds and rain with a wave of his hand, but he stood foolishly at the door of the building, holding the roasted sweet potato tightly.

Yu Zhi had an idea and leaned his head on Meng Yingnian.

"It seems our baby is tired, so I can only reluctantly carry you into the car."

As he said this, Meng Yingnian raised his hand to pick up Yu Zhi. This scared Yu Zhi and his ears turned red instantly.

This happened in school, and Meng Yingnian was holding her. If someone saw her, who knows how embarrassed she would be.

Yu Zhi suddenly jumped out a long distance and ran towards the car door quickly.

Seeing him look like a little rabbit, Meng Yingnian laughed with some evil humor.

Their baby is good in every way except being too shy. There are so many couples hugging each other in college, and no one really cares. Sometimes he really wants to show his affection in front of outsiders, but unfortunately Yu Zhi never cooperates.