CHAPTER 611: 236 WATCHING THE EXCITEMENT_2

Yan Lu blinked her eyes. "And what does that have to do with you?"

The pastries were too delicious, especially paired with this top-grade Earl Grey tea. The banquet host truly knew how to enjoy life.

Yan Lu couldn’t be bothered with Jing Zhan. She took out her phone, snapped a few photos, and posted them in a group chat named "Fairy Breeding Base."

The group had only three members, and she was the group admin.

Gao Yuyue: !!! Little Lulu, how dare you sneak off to indulge behind our backs, hmph.

Followed by an adorable emoji.

Yan Lu: There’s a dog barking non-stop in front of me, ruining Miss Yan’s mood for tea. What should I do?

Gao Yuyue: Of course, bite back at it.[Watching the drama]

Gao Yuyue:[Thinking]Wait, even Miss Yan has someone she’s wary of? That’s rare.

Yan Lu: Dog bullying under a master’s leash, a fox borrowing a tiger’s might.

Gao Yuyue: Why does a certain someone come to mind?

Yan Lu: Correct, the exact person you’re thinking of.

Gao Yuyue: ...You’ve gone to Jingzhou, haven’t you? Don’t tell me it’s for the Yu family’s ridiculous plum blossom banquet. What a joke.

Yan Lu: Congratulations, you guessed it right.[Bored]

Gao Yuyue:[Sympathetic][Patting head]

Yan Lu: @Shen You’an, An’an, what are you busy with? Not even a single bubble from you.

Gao Yuyue: She loves lurking in the background, probably hiding behind her phone, eating candy. An’an, come out and ride horses with us. This holiday is way too boring.

Shen You’an remained silent.

Jing Zhan glanced at Yan Lu, who had her head buried in her phone the whole time. Turning away, she caught the scrutinizing gaze of Old Madam Yan. Jing Zhan’s chest tightened, she huffed coldly, and turned to leave.

Old Madam Yan took a sip of tea and remarked softly, "That young lady surnamed Jing seems to have some conflict with you?"

"Grandmother, rest assured, I have it under control."

Old Madam Yan smiled. "Grandmother trusts you."

But worry still clouded her eyes.

It seemed the one clashing with Lu’er was none other than the eldest miss of the Yu family.

Mrs. Wen entered with Miss Wen, accompanied by Madam Yu as they walked inside.

"Yu’er knows Ruohuan is fond of Mr. Gu’s calligraphy, so she specifically went to the auction house in Yunzhou to acquire one of Mr. Gu’s masterpieces. Unfortunately, today’s gathering is strictly women-only, or Yu’er would’ve brought the calligraphy piece to show Ruohuan. They grew up together, childhood friends. That bond—they make even me jealous."

Wei Zhuhua gave a faint smile. "Mr. Wen certainly has a thoughtful heart."

Mrs. Wen’s brows furrowed slightly; she picked up on a hint of detachment in Wei Zhuhua’s tone.

Previously, she used to affectionately call him Yu’er, but now her words felt so distant.

Mrs. Wen wanted to prod further, but Wei Zhuhua preempted her, speaking first. "Mrs. Wen, please take a seat."

At that moment, a maid approached Wei Zhuhua and whispered something. Keeping her composure, Wei Zhuhua said, "Pardon me, Mrs. Wen, I need to greet a guest. Suyue, please look after Mrs. Wen for me."

Lady Jing walked forward, smiling warmly.

Mrs. Wen watched as Wei Zhuhua’s figure turned to leave, her gaze deep and unreadable. She turned and knelt gracefully at her seat.

"Mother, why has Madam Yu suddenly changed her attitude?" Wen Wan asked softly, puzzled.

Mrs. Wen curled her lips into a faint, cold smile. "Naturally, she has started to look down on your brother."

Wen Wan pressed her lips tightly together. "What’s wrong with my brother? He’s the heir to the Wen family..."

Mrs. Wen cut her off with a single glance.

The words ’how can he not be good enough for Yu Ruohuan?’ instantly died in Wen Wan’s throat.

Just then, a woman dressed in a jade-green qipao entered. She removed her fox-fur shawl, handing it to the maid waiting beside her. Her graceful and alluring figure immediately caught everyone’s attention. Looking up at her face, those beguiling eyes seemed to capture souls, yet her other features were pure and innocent. This face was the ultimate blend of purity and seduction—practically the kind men adored and women secretly envied.

Every move, every smile carried a flirtatious charm. She was stunning, exceedingly so. But if one were to be blunt, her demeanor carried a hint of the vulgarity found in unrefined districts—far from dignified.

Several ladies subtly frowned, their expressions unchanged.

"Ladies, I do apologize for being late. I hope you’ll forgive me."

Her voice was as melodious as a songbird’s, with a faint intoxicating charm. It was undeniably pleasant, but none of the ladies were fond of it.

One by one, they lowered their heads to sip their tea, masking their awkwardness.

This was none other than the Yu family’s Second Mrs. Yu—the grand-niece of Old Madam Yu, who had married into the Yu family over a decade ago. Yet, opinions of Second Mrs. Yu within the social circle remained unflattering.

Her origins were too humble, her social grace lacking. If not for her formidable grand-aunt, she wouldn’t have been able to hold her own among the elite society’s noblewomen.

"Big sister-in-law, Jun Zhe, do come in."

Only then did everyone notice Mei Qingdai was not alone. Behind her were two others—a woman with a petite frame, who was equally alluring but lacked composure, her timid demeanor making her seem less poised.

The woman stepped forward, with a shadow gradually emerging behind her.