From an abandoned girl to a wealthy lady

Chapter 6 Banquet Storm: True Recognition of Identity

Wen Nuan stood at the door of the family banquet hall and took a deep breath.

The dazzling crystal chandeliers illuminated the hall like daylight, and people in elegant clothes were drinking and chatting, with everyone wearing a perfect social mask on their face.

She couldn't help but think of her past misery, and her palms began to sweat slightly.

This well-tailored dress now felt like a heavy armor, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She felt like Cinderella who had strayed into Wonderland, and could be exposed at any moment and then flee in embarrassment.

"Nervous?" A low, magnetic voice sounded in her ears, and a warm big hand gently held hers.

Mo Han was wearing a neat suit, with an encouraging smile on his handsome face, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Her warm heartbeat gradually calmed down, and she took Mo Han's arm and walked into the banquet hall.

In the hall, various greetings were heard one after another.

Remind yourself to keep an elegant smile at all times and try not to appear shy.

However, she still underestimated the complexity of the wealthy banquet.

A noble lady dressed in jewels walked over with a wine glass in her hand, a barely perceptible scrutiny in her eyes.

"This is Mr. Mo's girlfriend, right? She's truly outstanding." She said, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. "I heard... she was also a poor child in the past?"

Wen Nuan's fingers gripping the champagne glass tightened slightly, but she still maintained a proper smile on her face.

"Everyone has a past; what matters is the present and the future."

The noble lady chuckled and suddenly asked, "I heard that Mr. Mo likes girls who know etiquette. I wonder how much you know about the table etiquette of the Austrian royal family? For example, what kind of spoon should you use when eating caviar?"

The air seemed to be frozen.

The guests around stopped talking and turned their eyes to Wen Nuan.

This is a tricky question. The table etiquette of the Austrian royal family is complicated and few people study it.

Wen Nuan smiled slightly and calmly picked up a shell spoon on the table. "Caviar should be served with a shell spoon, because metal spoons will destroy the deliciousness of caviar, and shells are natural materials and will not affect its taste. Of course, it would be better if you use a mother-of-pearl spoon..." She demonstrated gracefully, her tone calm and confident.

The lady's face suddenly turned a little ugly. She didn't expect that Wen Nuan actually answered correctly, and even explained it so clearly.

The guests around also nodded and looked at Wen Nuan with appreciation.

Mo Han watched from the side, his eyes full of pride.

As the banquet came to an end, Wen Nuan felt like she had fought a tough battle and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

However, she successfully coped with all the challenges and won the recognition of the Mo family.

"You performed very well today." Mo Han whispered in her ear, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his tone.

Wen Nuan smiled and said, "Thank you."

Suddenly, a servant hurried to Mo Han and whispered something in his ear.

Mo Han's expression instantly turned gloomy. "What did you say?"

The servant's words were like a bomb, blasting a hole in Mo Han's calm heart.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

Wen Nuan noticed his abnormality and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" Mo Han took a deep breath and forced a smile, "It's okay, just a small problem." He turned around and gave a few instructions to the servant, who hurried away.

The banquet continued in a lively atmosphere, with champagne bubbles dancing in the crystal glasses, reflecting hypocritical smiles.

However, Wen Nuan keenly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.

Some of the Mo family's relatives looked at her with inquiry and suspicion.

They gathered together and whispered, occasionally uttering a few contemptuous sneers.

"Haha, even if a sparrow turns into a phoenix, it can never turn into a golden phoenix even if it flies to a branch." A woman dressed up in fancy clothes said in a sarcastic tone. Her voice was not loud, but just loud enough for Wen Nuan to hear.

Mo Han walked around the banquet with Wen Nuan, his hand gently resting on Wen Nuan's waist, as if declaring his sovereignty.

Wen Nuan could feel the warmth of his palm and the power he passed on to her.

"Ignore them, they're a bunch of sourpuss." Mo Han whispered in her ear with a hint of doting in his tone, "You are the most shining queen tonight." Wen Nuan smiled back, and a warm current surged in her heart.

She knew that Mo Han was protecting her and giving her strength in his own way.

At this time, Mr. Mo announced that the banquet would enter the next stage - family speeches.

Mo Han held Wen Nuan's hand and walked towards the stage in the center of the banquet hall.

At this moment, a sharp voice rang out: "Wait!" A middle-aged man walked out aggressively, pointed at Wen Nuan and said, "I doubt she is Mo Shao's girlfriend at all!"

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the banquet hall suddenly exploded.

Whispers came like a tide, and all kinds of speculation and questioning looks shot at Wen Nuan like sharp arrows.

Wen Nuan stood beside Mo Han calmly, with a faint smile on her lips.

She was not flustered by these doubts, but instead held Mo Han's hand more firmly.

Mo Han turned to look at the middle-aged man, his eyes as cold as ice: "Second Uncle, what do you mean?"

The middle-aged man is named Mo Jianguo, Mo Han's second uncle. He has always been dissatisfied with Mo Han inheriting the Mo family business.

He sneered, "What do you mean? I suspect this woman has other motives for approaching you! The Mo family is a place where just any random person can come in."

"Uncle, please be respectful!" Mo Han's voice was deep and powerful, carrying unquestionable authority. "Wen Nuan is my girlfriend, there's no doubt about that."

Mo Jianguo wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mr. Mo.

Leaning on his cane, Old Master Mo slowly walked to the center of the stage. He glanced at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Tonight is a family gathering, not a trial! Jianguo, if you have any questions, please discuss them in private."

Mo Jianguo closed his mouth unwillingly, but his eyes were still full of hostility.

Mr. Mo turned to Wen Nuan and said in a much gentler tone, "Don't be nervous, kid. Don't pay attention to these gossips."

Wen Nuan smiled slightly and said generously, "Thank you, Grandpa. I understand."

Mr. Mo nodded and announced that the banquet would continue.

At the following banquet, Wen Nuan behaved appropriately and generously, and handled all kinds of questions and challenges with ease.

Her elegant conversation, profound knowledge and confident temperament won the recognition of most people present.

Even Mo's mother, who has always been strong, looked at her with admiration.

After the banquet, Wen Nuan and Mo Han returned to the room.

Wen Nuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Finally passed."

Mo Han held her in his arms and said gently, "You did a great job."

Just when Wen Nuan was immersed in the joy of success, she received an anonymous letter.

There was only a photo in the envelope, which showed Mo Han and another woman hugging each other intimately.

On the back of the photo was a message: "Do you really know him?"

My warm heart suddenly sank, and an uneasy premonition came over me...

The next morning, Wen Nuan came to the office of Mo Group.

"Look, that's the girlfriend Mo Shaoxin brought with him. I heard she's an abandoned daughter from some family. I don't know what tricks she used to get to this high position like Mo Shao..."