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A servant carrying a tray of drinks happened to pass by, and Nan Jiaojiao took a cup of fruit wine, sipping it lightly twice.

“I’ve been looking for you half the day, didn’t I tell you not to go far?

Why are you hiding over here?”

Zhao Zhe came around from behind a tree, the smell of red wine on him blending into the air, mixed with the cloying scent of men’s perfume, overwhelmingly unpleasant.

With one look from Nan Jiaojiao, the coldness in her eyes startled Zhao Zhe, making his heart miss a beat.

By the time he wanted to look closely again, Nan Jiaojiao had already turned her head away.

He nervously picked at his hand, feeling as if the way Nan Jiaojiao had looked at him was as though she wanted to snap him in half.

“Your older brother asked me to take care of you; I’m afraid of losing sight of you.”

Zhao Zhe touched his nose sheepishly, no longer daring to act frivolously.

He tried to find topics to chat about, but no matter how vividly he spoke, Nan Jiaojiao never responded; she was like a block of ice, her expression never changing once.

“Shall I go get you some pastry?

The chef made some really tasty sweets today.”

Zhao Zhe turned to leave, but as he spoke, his head was still tilted backward; he didn’t notice the group of people coming behind him.

He was bumped aside and then suddenly heard a woman’s sharp curse.

“Nan Jiaojiao, get the hell out here!”

Lin Shuyun came over, fury in her stride, holding a broken portrait.

Despite the efforts of the many servants trying to stop her, she pushed them aside.

Surrounded by guests, she yelled unabashedly, and the commotion quickly drew even more people.

Nan Jiaojiao walked out from behind the tree, “I’m here.”

“What do you mean by this!”

Lin Shuyun threw the portrait at Nan Jiaojiao’s feet, seething, “Was it you who had Ye Jun ruin Shiqing’s brand?!”

Nan Jiaojiao found it funny; Ye Jun said he would handle it, but his method was indeed direct.

Lin Shuyun was also laughable, not daring to confront Ye Jun directly, instead taking it out on her.

Did they really think she was an easy target to bully?

“No.”

“You still dare to lie?” Lin Shuyun closed in, “This is Shiqing’s birthday banquet; what are you acting aggrieved for?

Don’t you realize your place in the Ye Family?

You’re lucky to even be here, and it’s charity at that.

I thought if you behaved tonight, I’d simply turn a blind eye to you, but you had to cause trouble as soon as you arrived; have you no manners at all?”

With an indifferent expression, Nan Jiaojiao replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, “Shouldn’t you be the clearest on whether I have manners or not?”

Lin Shuyun looked at her in disbelief, probably not expecting Nan Jiaojiao to talk back.

She grew furious, her body swaying slightly, and when she raised her hand, a servant came over to support her.

She rubbed her temple, not wanting to look at Nan Jiaojiao any longer, annoyed: “I really regret it, I truly regret…”

“Mom.”

Ye Shiqing, after hearing the news, hurried over, holding Lin Shuyun with concern.

She called another servant to support her, and with her refined skirt in hand, she quickly approached Nan Jiaojiao.

In a deliberately lowered voice that everyone could still hear, she said, “Sister, why have you upset Mom again?

She’s always had a headache problem and can’t be angered.

How about I have someone take you back first?

Mom has me here.”

Ye Shiqing feigned assistance towards Nan Jiaojiao, but her hand was actually reaching for the cup of wine in Nan Jiaojiao’s hand.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t move.

As Ye Shiqing grabbed her wrist, Nan Jiaojiao suddenly lifted her arm.

Just as the rim of the cup was about to align with Nan Jiaojiao’s neckline, for some reason, the wine suddenly changed direction, splashing directly onto Ye Shiqing’s face.

“Ah!!”

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