Breakup and still want to be beautiful on your own? A crazy tycoon seduces and climbs to the top.

Although his hair was already gray, Mr. Fu was dressed in a Tang suit and looked energetic and not old at all.

He had a slight limp in his right leg, but his posture was upright, and he walked into the banquet hall with ease, with Butler Zhao following behind him.

The eighty-year-old man glanced sideways at Fu Zhenhong and An Weiping, whose faces were flushed, and then looked at Xu Mei, who was squatting on the ground with her hair disheveled.

There was also a mess of cake on the ground.

Old Master Fu frowned, his voice booming like a bell: "What are you arguing about!"

Fu Zhenhong and An Weiping, who had been arguing back and forth, fell silent, shrank to the side, shrugged their shoulders, and called out in unison, "Dad..."

The farce finally came to an end. Seeing this, An Ying quickly organized the servants to clean up the remaining cake on the floor.

What a waste...

After slowly sitting down in the main seat, Old Master Fu glanced at Fu Zhenhong and An Weiping and muttered under his breath, "A bunch of good-for-nothings."

An Weiping still tried to struggle: "Dad, my older brother is bullying me..."

Old Master Fu rudely interrupted: "Go back to your seat!"

Fu Zhenhong suppressed the smugness on his lips, glared at An Weiping, his eyes filled with the words "serves him right."

Yeah, right! Looks like my dad still favors his own son!

An Weiping was dumbfounded.

The last time I saw the old man with this expression was more than 20 years ago, when we kicked him out of the North City.

An Weiping dared not cause any more trouble and had no choice but to pull Xu Mei back to the seat furthest away.

The two people, their faces full of resentment, sat down among a group of children.

As soon as the birthday celebrant arrived, everyone in the banquet hall rushed forward to surround him, offering their blessings one after another.

"Grandpa Fu looks radiant today! He looks like he's sixty years old in that outfit!"

"May Mr. Fu enjoy boundless happiness and longevity!"

"I think Grandpa Fu can live another eighty years! He'll not only be able to hold his great-grandchildren, but he might even be able to hold his great-great-grandchildren!"

Gift-givers came in droves, and Butler Zhao accepted them all on behalf of the old man.

The old man smiled as he responded to those who offered him blessings and gifts, chatting warmly with his old friends as if no one else was around.

The banquet hall became lively again.

The argument between the two sons was so easily diverted from the conversation.

Everyone sighed in admiration: "He truly is the pillar of the Fu family. What would the Fu family do without him... It's just that the 80th birthday cake broke, which feels a bit unlucky..."

An Ying leaned forward and whispered, "Grandpa, I'll find someone to prepare a new birthday cake for you right away..."

Grandpa Fu raised his hand to interrupt, saying helplessly, "Forget it."

An Ying nodded, wondering: Why hasn't Fu Chengli come yet? Isn't he the best at making Grandpa happy...?

Just as she was about to leave the banquet hall, a familiar noblewoman blocked her way.

Lu Qiyao's biological mother.

Lu's mother carried a bag, wore an emerald necklace, and had a silk shawl draped over her shoulders, exuding an air of wealth and luxury.

She smiled broadly, but her tone was not very friendly: "Oh, we meet again, Miss An."

An Ying forced a smile and said, "Hello."

Grandpa Fu's birthday banquet was essentially a disguised gathering of the elite families in the northern part of the city.

The Lu family would definitely be there for this occasion.

Ironically, the more she tried to avoid seeing someone, the more that person seemed to lurk in front of her.

Lu's mother picked up her teacup, took a sip, and with an air of superiority, glanced sideways at An Ying.

"At the last engagement party, you made our Ayao lose face, and I was magnanimous enough not to hold you accountable. After all this time, you haven't even offered an apology?"

Alright, so it turns out you're here to interrogate me.

An Ying's face stiffened for a few seconds, then she smiled bitterly: "Mrs. Lu, you used to ignore me, but now you have the time to take the initiative to find me?"

“At the last engagement party, Lu Qiyao caused me to get injured and hospitalized, and then fired me from the company without cause. I didn’t ask you for compensation, yet you still want me to apologize?”

Lu's mother raised an eyebrow: "Firing you was my decision, it has nothing to do with A Yao."

It turns out his mother was behind it all...

Lu Qiyao didn't mention it at all the day she left the Lu family.

But so what?

Lu's mother has been wanting to take all of An Ying's work and then fire her for quite some time, but...

Did Lu's mother know that her precious son wanted to force her to stay by means of coercion and enticement?

This family is rotten to the core.

An Ying remained calm and composed.

"So what? Lu Qiyao wasted seven years of my life. He's the one who should apologize to me."

Her voice was calm as still water.

Mother Lu tightened her grip on the teacup and sneered: "As expected, this woman's true colors have been revealed. She tried to marry me but failed, so she's acting disrespectfully and even dares to make my precious son apologize to her?!"

Dream on! Thank goodness I didn't let her in!

Lu Qiyao was not far away, talking to other young men, when he turned around and saw his mother talking to An Ying.

Neither of them looked happy.

Lu Qiyao's face darkened, and he strode over: "Mom, what are you doing..."

Lu's mother patted her son's shoulder affectionately: "I'll say a few words to her. What are you afraid of? You two were in love, so there's still some affection between you. I'm not going to eat her alive."

An Ying: "..."

You better be.

After An Ying refused to apologize, the old woman looked at her as if she wanted to skin her alive.

At this moment, Lu's mother leaned against her son, feigning weakness: "You two have been dating for seven years. I was against it from the beginning. If it weren't for my son's insistence, his obsession with you, and his insistence on being with you, sigh..."

An Ying was stunned and glanced at Lu Qiyao.

As if something had been exposed, Lu Qiyao interrupted irritably: "It's all in the past, what's there to say!"

Lu's mother said indignantly, "My son is right. It's all in the past. He's long forgotten about you and is doing just fine with Xiaoxiao!"

“Now that Ayao has become the president, our Lu family’s eldest grandson has been secured. An Ying, you are no longer of any use to us, and of course, you are not good enough for my son.”

In the past, An Ying and Lu Qiyao were in love. For Lu Qiyao's sake, An Ying had to bite the bullet and play the role of a submissive wife in front of Lu's mother, swallowing her anger.

Now that they've broken up, Lu Qiyao is going to marry someone else. What makes Lu's mother think she can still control An Ying?

An Ying looked quietly at the mother and son, and said in a calm voice:

"As the saying goes, a blessed woman doesn't marry into an unblemished family. Thank you, Lu Qiyao, for not marrying me. He really is not good enough for me."

Lu Qiyao seemed to have been struck by lightning, frozen in place.

That's so heartless!

After saying that, An Ying seemed to exhale a breath of pent-up anger.

Seven years of pent-up resentment.

She was finally free.

She dumped Lu's mother, that difficult and wicked mother-in-law, on An Xiaoxiao.

An Ying looked around but couldn't find An Xiaoxiao.

An Xiaoxiao's outfit was so "eye-catching," with a deep V-neck and a slit that went all the way up to her thigh...

It should be hard to ignore her presence, so why haven't I seen her for so long?

Based on An Ying's years of understanding of Lu's mother, An Xiaoxiao's approach could drive her future mother-in-law to the brink of a heart attack.

An Ying really wanted to be a bystander and watch this battle between the soon-to-be mother-in-law and daughter-in-law...

Just then, I heard someone exclaim in surprise:

"Wow, look! Who's that woman?"