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An Ying was taken aback, and looked away from Fu Chengli, feeling speechless.

The hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air.

I want to swear.

These two scumbags aren't going to let her off the hook today, are they?

An Ying's expression was cold and stern: "Lu Qiyao, if you're not feeling well, go to the hospital to get your brain checked. What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean I'm being mean to An Xiaoxiao?"

"She was the one who acted like a jerk the whole day, didn't you see?"

"Do you have eye problems too? Why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup?"

Lu Qiyao wanted to say something more: "You..."

An Ying interrupted directly: "Lu Qiyao, from now on, you and An Xiaoxiao should not appear within a one-kilometer radius of me. I am allergic to idiots."

Lu Qiyao was somewhat annoyed. After seven years together, how could he have never known that An Ying could be so ruthless and heartless?!

An Ying ignored Lu Qiyao's displeased expression, turned around and left after speaking.

From afar, he saw Butler Zhao waving at him, signaling him to come over.

Is Old Master Fu looking for her?

An Ying was a little confused and went straight to the main table.

The performance began on the main stage of the banquet hall.

On stage, the lights gradually came on, and the Kunqu Opera actors, dressed in gorgeous costumes and with exquisite makeup, sang melodiously and beautifully.

Grandpa Fu was so engrossed in listening that he didn't even notice An Ying standing behind him.

Butler Zhao gestured, meaning: Don't disturb the old man's enjoyment of the opera, we'll talk about it later.

An Ying nodded and obediently sat down.

Fu Shiling had changed into a brand new dress and was eating her meal in silence.

This dress was hastily pulled out of the closet. Although it was a new haute couture gown, it didn't suit her skin tone at all, and it wasn't as good as the one designed by her second aunt.

Fu Shiling felt heartbroken when she thought of the ruined dress.

Every piece of clothing was her precious treasure, and before she even had a chance to "love" it, it died so tragically.

Seeing An Ying walk towards the main table, Fu Shiling glared at her unhappily.

Although he had already hit and scolded An Xiaoxiao, and vented his anger, he had done everything he could.

But her dress is gone forever!

Fu Shiling pouted, feeling wronged: These people surnamed An are all so stupid and clumsy, I hate them so much.

That An Weiping killed her grandmother.

His daughter ruined her dress again.

As for An Ying...

Although she ordered An Ying to fetch the dress from the luxury store, and An Ying obediently did so, An Xiaoxiao caused trouble, and in the end, the dress never reached her, indicating that An Ying was incompetent.

These people are clearly incompatible with the Fu family.

I don't understand why Grandpa agreed to let these nemesis be in our house.

Fu Shiling glanced at An Ying's clothes and sneered inwardly: You think you can just cling to the Fu family's coattails like that? Do you think our top-tier wealthy family in Beicheng has no requirements?

Fu Shiling raised an eyebrow, her tone less than friendly: "Hey, your cheongsam is hideous. Grandpa likes traditional Chinese style, not just any cheongsam you pick up to please him."

An Ying: "..."

At that moment, a tall figure sat down beside her.

Fu Chengli's face was cold, his well-defined fingers resting lightly on the edge of the table, his body leaning back slightly.

Despite his relaxed and natural sitting posture, he exuded a powerful sense of pressure.

"Fu Shiling, are you trying to cause trouble again?"

His face was expressionless, but the coldness in his eyes forced Fu Shiling to shut up.

Throughout the entire Fu family, Fu Shiling feared nothing and no one except this cousin.

Fu Shiling was sullen and dared not utter another word, so she drank the red wine in one gulp.

There's been enough drama today, and An Ying doesn't want to cause any more trouble for Grandpa Fu.

An Ying smiled faintly and explained softly, "This cheongsam is the work of a rising Chinese designer and has just won an international award. I take Grandpa's birthday banquet very seriously, so why would I just pick any clothes to wear?"

Suddenly, Mr. Jiang, who was sitting to Mr. Fu's right, adjusted his glasses, looked closely at An Ying's clothes, and said, "Hey, isn't this my granddaughter's design? I remember she spent several days at home working on this series of dresses, revising the design drafts again and again. Mr. Fu, your little girl has a good eye!"

An Ying smiled gently: "It's because your granddaughter is so talented, Grandpa Jiang."

Grandpa Jiang waved his hand with a smile: "No way..."

Fu Shiling then remembered that the Jiang family made their fortune in clothing and is now a national giant in the clothing supply chain. She had previously heard that the Jiang family's granddaughter had won some design award.

But she never pays attention. There are just too many brands sending her clothes; how could she possibly keep track of them all?

Fu Shiling's fingers, which were gripping the wine glass, froze, and her smile also vanished.

She just said, right in front of Grandpa Jiang, that his granddaughter's design was like something she'd found on the street...

Fu Shiling used a cough to cover up her nervousness: "Cough cough, Grandpa Jiang, that's not what I meant..."