Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

The salary was high, and many people applied. Wang Xianghai was busy all day long, after all, those people would be working for him in the future.

Jiang Zhuhua had no intention of disturbing them and continued to familiarize himself with the work at hand.

The birthday dinner was held in the evening, but preparations began in the afternoon.

Wang Xianghai received the notification and, during his spare time, took the opportunity to resolve a series of issues related to the makeup and styling team. He even found time to prepare a gift.

Jiang Zhuhua continued to pick up the children from school as agreed. However, she did not plan to take Pei back to the banquet.

There was bound to be a lot of noise at the scene, and his identity was somewhat sensitive.

But then, where Pei will go becomes a problem. Jiang Zhuhua hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Pei Hui, do you like cats and dogs?"

She doesn't trust anyone else. Wang Xianghai is going with her to the event today.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

Pei Hui was still shaken by what happened yesterday, so he was particularly sensitive at this moment.

"Mom is going to a banquet and is worried about leaving you home alone. If you like cats and dogs, I'll leave you in the shop so you can play there."

Jiang Zhuhua then provided several other places where people could be asked to help look after things, in exchange for a small tip.

However, it's inconvenient to leave people at the company, as some of the company's artists also live there. Although the office area is separate from other areas, it's hard to guarantee that no one will have ulterior motives.

"Then let's go see cats and dogs; I've only ever seen them in books."

Pei Hui pondered for a moment. He remained as cautious as ever.

"Mom, will you come pick me up after you're done with your work?"

I don't know how many times they've asked this question, but Jiang Zhuhua still gives the same answer.

"meeting."

In addition to placing the child in a clean and bright cat cafe, Jiang Zhuhua also arranged for bodyguards to keep watch nearby. In that area of ​​the city, there were almost no blind spots in the surveillance, so the child was safe there, and it was easy to track his movements.

After getting ready, I changed into a black off-the-shoulder, floor-length fishtail dress, paired with matching imperial green jade accessories.

It wasn't overly extravagant; the overall look was gentle and elegant. Her fair skin appeared even more radiant against the dress.

Her hair was styled in a bun, with a few loose strands left out. She chose a lipstick in a slightly reddish shade.

She exuded an air of nobility and elegance, yet remained unapproachable. The vibrant colors of her face were toned down, enhancing her aloof and noble aura.

As people followed the receptionist into the lobby, many were drawn to the area.

Then they turned and began to whisper among themselves.

"Isn't this Pei Hong's ex-wife? Why didn't she bring the Pei family's child?"

"You're dressed quite nicely."

We are all respectable people and wouldn't say anything we shouldn't.

Wang Xianghai handed the prepared gift to the butler. He was not at all nervous in the face of such an occasion. He looked elegant and easy-going, and was wearing a gray suit.

"Why did you take so long to come? Sister, you shouldn't have come."

A girl with delicate features and a slender figure walked out from the crowd.

Wearing a pink princess dress, she looked radiant and flamboyant.

Based on the faint nightmare he had the previous night, Jiang Zhuhua recognized the person in front of him.

"It's my own father's birthday party, of course I have to come."

After all, if they don't come, how can we see what kind of show this family is trying to put on?

Jiang Zhuhua glanced indifferently at the girl in front of him.

"It's been three years since we last met, sister. Don't start your conversation with such barbs."

Jiang Molan smiled, pursed her lips, turned around, and gently lifted the hem of her skirt.

“Come on, I’ll take you to see your father. Staying here will only make us a laughingstock.”

Everyone knows that Jiang Zhuhua returned to the Jiang family after she had grown quite old. There's still speculation about whether she's the Jiang family's biological daughter. Whenever the two sisters meet, everyone's eyes turn to them.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't want to be made a fool of here, so he followed them. Wang Xianghai, of course, stayed with his boss so that any problems could be resolved quickly.

I walked through the crowd and around several tables of people.

"Lanlan, where are you going?"

Someone, holding a glass of wine, asked a question.

"Uncle Li, I'm looking for my dad. Have a good meal and enjoy yourself."

Jiang Molan politely gestured, exchanged a few casual pleasantries, and then plunged back into the crowd.

Jiang Zhuhua carefully observed her surroundings. She didn't know anyone here, and no one wanted to chat with her, so it was peaceful and quiet.

To avoid the awkwardness of not knowing anyone.

"came back."

After circling around a few times, they arrived at a table. As soon as Jiang Molan stood still, her father spoke.

The two men do look alike. Jiang's father wasn't particularly robust; on the contrary, he was tall and thin, with narrower shoulders than the average man. His cheekbones were also quite high, giving him a rather aloof appearance.

Jiang Molan also has narrow shoulders and a tall, slender figure.

"Yes, Dad."

Jiang Molan stepped forward and greeted them. She looked around at the people and greeted them one by one.

"This must be Zhu Hua, right? The last time I saw you was at your wedding. Time really flies."

There was a middle-aged man in a black suit, with curved eyebrows and a relatively gentle attitude.

Jiang Zhuhua remembers that Jiang Molan called him Uncle Wang.

"Hello, Uncle Wang."

Jiang Zhuhua also shouted.

"Old Jiang, your daughter is really capable. She's sensible and her business has been doing well lately. She's even trending on social media."

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang chuckled. He was sitting in his chair, holding a cup of tea, but hadn't drunk any of it.

"Hmm. How about your son, who's been doing internet business lately? I heard he landed a big deal."

Jiang Xingjia didn't seem very interested; he forced a smile, his voice cold and indifferent. He quickly changed the subject.

Interesting. Jiang Zhuhua glanced at it. Jiang Molan's demeanor was different from that of Shen Zhaochun on the phone.

Although her words were sharp and not very likable, they weren't as offensive as I'd heard on the phone.

Jiang Molan stood beside her elders, occasionally replying with a word or two. Dressed in a bright princess dress, she smiled and chatted, seemingly familiar with everyone.

Navigating social engagements with effortless grace.

"Dad, you chat with the uncles for a while. I'm going to find somewhere to get some fresh air."

Jiang Molan poked Jiang Xingjia's shoulder, her voice filled with laughter and a hint of coquetry.

Jiang Xingjia's expression softened, but his tone still revealed a hint of helplessness.

"Go on, go on. You really can't stand still for long."

Although the words sounded like a reprimand, everyone could hear the doting tone in them.

Jiang Zhuhua stood alone to the side, like a stranger in this house.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't care anyway; she was more interested in seeing what kind of trouble this family was up to.