May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

Wearing a long, ginger-red dress with layers upon layers of skirt, it was extremely gorgeous. In this cold and bleak late autumn, Wen Qinglan's touch of pink was particularly charming and eye-catching.

Wen Yuanshu looked her up and down and nodded, saying, "Very beautiful."

Wen Qinglan's face flushed slightly with shyness.

Wen Yuanshu glanced at the sky outside and said, "I suppose most of the guests have arrived. Let's go out."

"Ah."

The banquet was held in a garden, where clear streams flowed and pavilions were scattered in a pleasing manner, and the soft music could be heard from afar.

Almost all the guests had arrived; the young talents and beauties gathered together, each dressed in their finest attire, creating a grand scene.

Wen Qinglan suddenly felt a little nervous.

Back in her hometown, she had never seen such a grand scene.

On the Double Ninth Festival, most people dressed casually. To be honest, it was her first time attending a banquet in the capital.

"Don't be afraid." Wen Yuanshu put her arm around her shoulder and led her forward.

Her voice was gentle yet firm; with her there, Wen Qinglan felt a little more at ease.

The two walked towards the banquet together. Seeing that they were still some distance apart, Wen Qinglan seized the opportunity to say, "Cousin, it would be great if you could find a good one today."

"Why don't you hurry up and get together with that Commander Lu? I think it's not a bad idea. In any case, we can't continue like this, if we keep going like this, who will want you?"

Wen Yuanshu paused, almost losing her composure and managing to keep her smile on her face.

The two finally approached and greeted several young men and women who were nearby.

Wen Qinglan finally couldn't care less about Wen Yuanshu anymore. Her eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as she searched for her target in the room.

Unfortunately, after looking around, she felt that everyone was handsome and talented, and it was hard to tell who was better.

Those who grow up in the elite families of the capital, regardless of their inner qualities, will never make a mistake in their outward appearance.

Wen Yuanshu knew more about these people than Wen Qinglan. At this moment, following Wen Qinglan's gaze, she lowered her head and told her about the character of the young master she had observed.

"Young Master Qiu is a good person, but he usually lacks his own opinions and listens to his mother in everything."

Wen Qinglan's eyes brightened slightly: "What kind of person is that Young Master Qiu's mother? If I can get along well with Young Master Qiu's mother, it wouldn't be a bad thing."

It has to be said that Wen Qinglan's mind works quite quickly.

Wen Yuanshu's lips curled slightly: "Since Young Master Qiu is here, his mother should be sitting inside. We'll be able to see her in a little while."

Seeing that Wen Qinglan had already looked at the next person, Wen Yuanshu was about to continue introducing her when she heard a voice say, "Miss Wen, it's been a long time."

Turning around, they saw a man in his early twenties walking towards them.

The man was dressed in white, was very tall, and had a gentle and refined appearance that was captivating. However, his lips were pale and his skin was sickly white, suggesting that he was not in good health.

Wen Yuanshu had no recollection of this person: "...Young Master."

"My name is Wen Rang."

"Young Master Wen." Wen Yuanshu nodded in greeting.

Wen Rang nodded in return, his gaze never leaving Wen Yuanshu: "It's been a long time. Miss Wen is still as charming as ever."

Wen Yuanshu took it as a polite remark and went along with it, saying, "Young Master Wen is too kind."

Wen Qinglan's eyes darted around between the two of them, then she said, "Cousin, I'm going to take a look over there. You and Young Master Wen have a good chat."

After she finished speaking, she turned and ran away before Wen Yuanshu could say anything.

Alone with her, Wen Yuanshu felt a little awkward: "Did you like the snacks?"

Wen Rang nodded, his smile as warm as a spring breeze: "It's delicious."

Wen Yuanshu was speechless for a moment, then turned to look at Wen Qinglan.

Wen Qinglan walked straight toward that young master Qiu.

Wen Rang followed her gaze, and the two fell silent for a moment.