Cheng's mother saw that Wen Shuyi threw her aside and went to stand with another young woman to greet the guests, and she was very upset.
She was of noble status, and her willingness to stand there with Wen Shuyi to welcome the guests was already giving them face. But this Wen Shuyi was unappreciative, taking advantage of the fact that her son respected her and did not take the Cheng family seriously! He was extremely cold to her, but very enthusiastic and intimate with this young woman.
Cheng's mother looked at the overly pretty face a few times, and scolded the vixen in her heart.
The guests arrived as scheduled, and Wen Shuyi greeted them with Song Jinxing. Many people were very interested in the bright and beautiful woman beside Wen Shuyi, and many recognized her, smiling and asking for an autograph.
After listening for a while, Cheng's mother understood that she was a disreputable female celebrity.
But it was so late already, why hadn't Yaowen come yet? Could something have happened to him on the way? The more Cheng's mother thought about it, the more anxious she became. She kept looking towards the entrance until eleven o'clock when Yaowen finally showed up, looking a little unhappy.
As soon as she saw him, Cheng's mother immediately went up to him, "Son, where have you been? Why are you only coming now?"
But she saw that Yaowen completely ignored her. His gloomy gaze fell on the female celebrity not far away.
Cheng's mother was immediately alarmed. Over the years, she had been vigilant against these female celebrities getting involved with her son! She was about to speak when Yaowen had already avoided her and strode up to Wen Shuyi.
The ugly expression on his face also disappeared after a few steps, and was replaced by his usual lazy appearance.
"Teacher."
Seeing him, Wen Shuyi didn't say much: "You're here. The guests have mostly arrived, go in and greet them first."
"Alright." Yaowen smiled, his gaze falling on Zhong Ruanxing, his tone giving no hint of any emotion: "Junior sister, I thought you wouldn't show up today. Didn't expect you to come so early."
Song Jinxing glanced at him lightly, "It's Teacher's birthday, of course I would come."
Yaowen smiled meaningfully, then took out his phone in front of Wen Shuyi: "I know junior sister is the most filial, and Teacher's favorite student. We haven't seen each other for many years, fellow disciples. Let's add each other on WeChat, so we can come accompany Teacher more in the future."
He was using Wen Shuyi as an excuse, thinking that Zhong Ruanxing would not lose face in front of the teacher by rejecting him.
He didn't expect that Zhong Ruanxing really dared to not give him face. Her tone was still indifferent: "No need. I'll come see Teacher myself."
The muscles on Yaowen's face twitched, and his eyes began to darken.
Wen Shuyi naturally noticed the discordant atmosphere between the two. She remembered that this disciple of hers who was like a son had had his eye on Zhong Ruanxing before, so she spoke to defuse the situation: "That's enough, hurry up and go in. This is the birthday banquet you insisted on hosting for me. If you don't go in to greet the guests, do you expect me, this old lady, to do it?"
Yaowen squinted his eyes, and his gaze finally shifted from that coldly beautiful face to Wen Shuyi. He said respectfully, "Yes, it was negligent of disciple. I'll go in right away."
He turned around and left. When he turned, the obedient smile on his face disappeared, leaving only a cold feeling.
Seeing her son enter, Cheng's mother hurriedly followed. As she passed Zhong Ruanxing, she glared fiercely at her. She had heard their conversation just now. This woman actually refused her son's request to add her on WeChat, and still dared to show him attitude!
Don't think she doesn't know, this woman is playing hard to get! One look and she could tell her intentions were not pure. She wanted to use her son as a stepping stone to marry into a wealthy family and change her social class. She had seen many shameless female celebrities like this!
When the mother and son of the Cheng family had both gone in, Wen Shuyi patted Zhong Ruanxing's hand and said in a low voice, "If you don't want to bother with Yaowen, you don't have to force yourself just to give me face. He was spoiled at home, so he acts without thinking. Today, if you don't want to see him again, you can leave now. Teacher is already very happy to have seen you."
Wen Shuyi had taught so many students, and it was not a lie to say that Zhong Ruanxing was her favorite.
This girl, from the first moment she saw her, she really liked her. Among all the people she had seen in her life, Zhong Ruanxing had the clearest and brightest eyes. When talking with her and being with her, one would unknowingly be affected by the vigorous vitality emanating from her, making people feel that life was inherently beautiful.
The year she taught her was the most colorful year Wen Shuyi felt her life had been.
Unfortunately, her major was acting after all, and learning the violin was just something she did to give her acting career an additional skill. After graduation, she would still come to visit every New Year, and Wen Shuyi would receive her greetings and well wishes during holidays.
As the old saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. She could feel that Zhong Ruanxing truly treated her like a mother. It's just that she was indifferent by nature, and Zhong Ruanxing also maintained that boundary very well, never letting Wen Shuyi feel offended.
Last year during the New Year, Zhong Ruanxing was filming outside, so she didn't come to visit. It had been a year since they last met. Seeing her now, her temperament had changed greatly. Wen Shuyi thought of the unsavory rumors about her online, and could only feel distressed about what she had experienced over the years.
Seeing Wen Shuyi's sincere words, Song Jinxing's respect for this violin teacher was even more heartfelt. "Teacher, don't worry, I can handle it."
Since she said so, Wen Shuyi didn't say anything more.
After standing for a while longer without any more guests arriving, the two went in.
Inside the banquet hall, music was already playing softly and the fragrance of wine was unrestrained. Champagne and red wine were stacked in towers, desserts and delicacies were lined up in order. Though it was said to be Wen Shuyi's birthday banquet, it was more like a social event for the upper class.
Seeing Wen Shuyi come in, Yaowen signaled the emcee to proceed.
Wen Shuyi patted Zhong Ruanxing's hand, and as the protagonist went over.
Zhong Ruanxing walked to a corner and casually picked up a glass of champagne. She stood alone there, and naturally not many people paid attention to her. Many wanted to come up and chat with her, but were driven back by the thick aura of coldness and "do not disturb" surrounding her.
The banquet was lively, but the area she was in seemed to be enclosed in a vacuum, with no one approaching.
Until Yaowen fearlessly walked over.
Zhong Ruanxing looked at him like she was looking at a dead man, which made Yaowen a little unhappy.
But his current mood was a mixture of anger and excitement. He really wanted to strangle her, but also wanted to see her eventually yield beneath him and beg for mercy. Just picturing this scene was enough for Yaowen to ignore her disrespect towards him.
"Junior sister, you seem to have a lot of opinions about me? I don't know where I did wrong to offend you?"
Zhong Ruanxing had no patience to beat around the bush with this kind of person. Her eyes were full of disgust and cold oppression: "I have no opinion of you, even less interest. Please stay away from me in the future, Mr. Cheng."
Being rejected like this, Yaowen was not even angry. He sighed, "Junior sister's words are so cold. I helped you last time, and you didn't even say a word of thanks?"
Zhong Ruanxing frowned.
Yaowen smiled slightly: "Qu Yanshan. Are you familiar with this name, junior sister? I assure you, she will no longer bother you in the future."
He moved a little closer: "As long as I'm here, I guarantee no one else in this circle will dare bully you again."
The icy coldness emanating from Zhong Ruanxing was like ice picks stabbing out, and Yaowen's body stiffened as he discreetly retreated to a safe distance.
Zhong Ruanxing looked up, her emotionless gaze falling on Yaowen, making him feel as if he had been seen through. He didn't like this feeling of being stared at by a woman. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the person across from him smile slightly.
That smile was certainly beautiful, but it made no attempt to conceal her scorn for him, giving Yaowen the feeling that he was stripped naked and humiliated in front of her.
"Mr. Cheng likes to oppress people with power, but don't use my name to do it. What I do has nothing to do with you. If you interfere, it would only be to satisfy your own desire for power and demonstrate your arrogance. I've heard that the Shiyong Group has recently caused large-scale pollution of the local ecology due to improper wastewater treatment from its factories, attracting high-level government attention. What's wrong, Mr. Cheng, no time to deal with proper business and instead chatting with me? I wonder what Director Cheng would think of you as his successor if he knew."
Cheng's mother saw that Wen Shuyi threw her aside and went to stand with another young woman to greet the guests, and she was very upset.
She was of noble status, and her willingness to stand there with Wen Shuyi to welcome the guests was already giving them face. But this Wen Shuyi was unappreciative, taking advantage of the fact that her son respected her and did not take the Cheng family seriously! He was extremely cold to her, but very enthusiastic and intimate with this young woman.
Cheng's mother looked at the overly pretty face a few times, and scolded the vixen in her heart.
The guests arrived as scheduled, and Wen Shuyi greeted them with Song Jinxing. Many people were very interested in the bright and beautiful woman beside Wen Shuyi, and many recognized her, smiling and asking for an autograph.
After listening for a while, Cheng's mother understood that she was a disreputable female celebrity.
But it was so late already, why hadn't Yaowen come yet? Could something have happened to him on the way? The more Cheng's mother thought about it, the more anxious she became. She kept looking towards the entrance until eleven o'clock when Yaowen finally showed up, looking a little unhappy.
As soon as she saw him, Cheng's mother immediately went up to him, "Son, where have you been? Why are you only coming now?"
But she saw that Yaowen completely ignored her. His gloomy gaze fell on the female celebrity not far away.
Cheng's mother was immediately alarmed. Over the years, she had been vigilant against these female celebrities getting involved with her son! She was about to speak when Yaowen had already avoided her and strode up to Wen Shuyi.
The ugly expression on his face also disappeared after a few steps, and was replaced by his usual lazy appearance.
"Teacher."
Seeing him, Wen Shuyi didn't say much: "You're here. The guests have mostly arrived, go in and greet them first."
"Alright." Yaowen smiled, his gaze falling on Zhong Ruanxing, his tone giving no hint of any emotion: "Junior sister, I thought you wouldn't show up today. Didn't expect you to come so early."
Song Jinxing glanced at him lightly, "It's Teacher's birthday, of course I would come."
Yaowen smiled meaningfully, then took out his phone in front of Wen Shuyi: "I know junior sister is the most filial, and Teacher's favorite student. We haven't seen each other for many years, fellow disciples. Let's add each other on WeChat, so we can come accompany Teacher more in the future."
He was using Wen Shuyi as an excuse, thinking that Zhong Ruanxing would not lose face in front of the teacher by rejecting him.
He didn't expect that Zhong Ruanxing really dared to not give him face. Her tone was still indifferent: "No need. I'll come see Teacher myself."
The muscles on Yaowen's face twitched, and his eyes began to darken.
Wen Shuyi naturally noticed the discordant atmosphere between the two. She remembered that this disciple of hers who was like a son had had his eye on Zhong Ruanxing before, so she spoke to defuse the situation: "That's enough, hurry up and go in. This is the birthday banquet you insisted on hosting for me. If you don't go in to greet the guests, do you expect me, this old lady, to do it?"
Yaowen squinted his eyes, and his gaze finally shifted from that coldly beautiful face to Wen Shuyi. He said respectfully, "Yes, it was negligent of disciple. I'll go in right away."
He turned around and left. When he turned, the obedient smile on his face disappeared, leaving only a cold feeling.
Seeing her son enter, Cheng's mother hurriedly followed. As she passed Zhong Ruanxing, she glared fiercely at her. She had heard their conversation just now. This woman actually refused her son's request to add her on WeChat, and still dared to show him attitude!
Don't think she doesn't know, this woman is playing hard to get! One look and she could tell her intentions were not pure. She wanted to use her son as a stepping stone to marry into a wealthy family and change her social class. She had seen many shameless female celebrities like this!
When the mother and son of the Cheng family had both gone in, Wen Shuyi patted Zhong Ruanxing's hand and said in a low voice, "If you don't want to bother with Yaowen, you don't have to force yourself just to give me face. He was spoiled at home, so he acts without thinking. Today, if you don't want to see him again, you can leave now. Teacher is already very happy to have seen you."
Wen Shuyi had taught so many students, and it was not a lie to say that Zhong Ruanxing was her favorite.
This girl, from the first moment she saw her, she really liked her. Among all the people she had seen in her life, Zhong Ruanxing had the clearest and brightest eyes. When talking with her and being with her, one would unknowingly be affected by the vigorous vitality emanating from her, making people feel that life was inherently beautiful.
The year she taught her was the most colorful year Wen Shuyi felt her life had been.
Unfortunately, her major was acting after all, and learning the violin was just something she did to give her acting career an additional skill. After graduation, she would still come to visit every New Year, and Wen Shuyi would receive her greetings and well wishes during holidays.
As the old saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. She could feel that Zhong Ruanxing truly treated her like a mother. It's just that she was indifferent by nature, and Zhong Ruanxing also maintained that boundary very well, never letting Wen Shuyi feel offended.
Last year during the New Year, Zhong Ruanxing was filming outside, so she didn't come to visit. It had been a year since they last met. Seeing her now, her temperament had changed greatly. Wen Shuyi thought of the unsavory rumors about her online, and could only feel distressed about what she had experienced over the years.
Seeing Wen Shuyi's sincere words, Song Jinxing's respect for this violin teacher was even more heartfelt. "Teacher, don't worry, I can handle it."
Since she said so, Wen Shuyi didn't say anything more.
After standing for a while longer without any more guests arriving, the two went in.
Inside the banquet hall, music was already playing softly and the fragrance of wine was unrestrained. Champagne and red wine were stacked in towers, desserts and delicacies were lined up in order. Though it was said to be Wen Shuyi's birthday banquet, it was more like a social event for the upper class.
Seeing Wen Shuyi come in, Yaowen signaled the emcee to proceed.
Wen Shuyi patted Zhong Ruanxing's hand, and as the protagonist went over.
Zhong Ruanxing walked to a corner and casually picked up a glass of champagne. She stood alone there, and naturally not many people paid attention to her. Many wanted to come up and chat with her, but were driven back by the thick aura of coldness and "do not disturb" surrounding her.
The banquet was lively, but the area she was in seemed to be enclosed in a vacuum, with no one approaching.
Until Yaowen fearlessly walked over.
Zhong Ruanxing looked at him like she was looking at a dead man, which made Yaowen a little unhappy.
But his current mood was a mixture of anger and excitement. He really wanted to strangle her, but also wanted to see her eventually yield beneath him and beg for mercy. Just picturing this scene was enough for Yaowen to ignore her disrespect towards him.
"Junior sister, you seem to have a lot of opinions about me? I don't know where I did wrong to offend you?"
Zhong Ruanxing had no patience to beat around the bush with this kind of person. Her eyes were full of disgust and cold oppression: "I have no opinion of you, even less interest. Please stay away from me in the future, Mr. Cheng."
Being rejected like this, Yaowen was not even angry. He sighed, "Junior sister's words are so cold. I helped you last time, and you didn't even say a word of thanks?"
Zhong Ruanxing frowned.
Yaowen smiled slightly: "Qu Yanshan. Are you familiar with this name, junior sister? I assure you, she will no longer bother you in the future."
He moved a little closer: "As long as I'm here, I guarantee no one else in this circle will dare bully you again."
The icy coldness emanating from Zhong Ruanxing was like ice picks stabbing out, and Yaowen's body stiffened as he discreetly retreated to a safe distance.
Zhong Ruanxing looked up, her emotionless gaze falling on Yaowen, making him feel as if he had been seen through. He didn't like this feeling of being stared at by a woman. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the person across from him smile slightly.
That smile was certainly beautiful, but it made no attempt to conceal her scorn for him, giving Yaowen the feeling that he was stripped naked and humiliated in front of her.
"Mr. Cheng likes to oppress people with power, but don't use my name to do it. What I do has nothing to do with you. If you interfere, it would only be to satisfy your own desire for power and demonstrate your arrogance. I've heard that the Shiyong Group has recently caused large-scale pollution of the local ecology due to improper wastewater treatment from its factories, attracting high-level government attention. What's wrong, Mr. Cheng, no time to deal with proper business and instead chatting with me? I wonder what Director Cheng would think of you as his successor if he knew."
