Chapter 851: Invitation Card

Chu Yao visibly had a startled backwards movement.

Soon after, an obvious annoyance appeared between her eyebrows.

How could Yi Qinghuan not notice?

Since Chu Yao hadn’t said anything, she didn’t point it out.

“Is there a friend coming?

I can have someone go pick them up.”

As the saying goes, don’t hit a smiling face; Chu Yao didn’t embarrass her, but her words contained no warmth, “No need, I’ll go myself.”

“Is it the south side door?”

Yi Qinghuan smiled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just happened to pass by and remembered that after entering the south side door, it’s easy to take the wrong path.

Two paths diverge there, and if you take the wrong one, you’ll have to walk around half the garden to get out—it’s too time-consuming.”

She waved over a waiter and gave a brief explanation.

“Let a waiter go.

They’re familiar with the routes.

If you really don’t trust it, you can wait at the door.”

It seemed she indeed casually chose a passing waiter.

Chu Yao was notoriously bad with directions, so it was indeed unreliable for her to lead the way.

She thanked her, then returned to the living room.

Yi Qinghuan followed her back; she had guests to entertain, moving effortlessly throughout the gathering, arranging everything perfectly.

“Her father recently secured a significant government project.

Today’s guests are all daughters of families related to this project, as a gesture of goodwill.”

Chu Yao listened intently, responding with gossipy “oh oh” sounds, nodding her head until she suddenly realized.

“Did I ask you to tell me?”

Mo Tingshen’s expression didn’t change, “I was talking to myself.”

“Weirdo.”

Chu Yao snorted, turning her head away.

Suddenly remembering that her wine glass was near Mo Tingshen, she didn’t want to lose face by turning away, so she reached back to feel around.

A hand clasped her wrist, placing a glass in her hand.

Without looking, Chu Yao brought the glass back and took a sip, the milk flavor filled her mouth.

She looked disdainfully at it, then turned to spit out the milk.

Mo Tingshen covered her mouth, not letting her spit it out.

Chu Yao glared at him, holding the milk in her mouth until it warmed, having no choice but to swallow it.

“You’re ruthless!”

Mo Tingshen raised an eyebrow, unperturbed.

Busy arguing with him, Chu Yao didn’t notice much else.

Yi Qinghuan left at some point, unnoticed.

She intentionally avoided Chu Yao to leave.

Heading southwest, getting closer to the side door, her eyes eagerly looked out.

When she saw Nan Jiaojiao standing outside the gate, she froze for a moment, then a wave of anger surged up, nearly extinguishing her reason.

She clenched her palm tightly, staring darkly at the figure under the tree, holding back repeatedly.

When that person turned around, Yi Qinghuan instinctively hid behind the flowers.

She called a waiter over, instructing, “All my invited guests have mostly arrived.

Please keep an eye out a bit longer.

This evening’s banquet is important to me, and there will be guests with invitations coming later.

Help me escort them in.”

Yi Qinghuan pulled out a stack of money, “Thank you for your help.”

The staff at Shengyue Mansion are allowed to accept tips, and they particularly enjoy serving Yaen Chi’s group.

Although Yi Qinghuan hadn’t been back in Rongcheng City long, she was often seen at Shengyue Mansion with Yaen Chi and others, so everyone gradually remembered her face.

Besides, who wouldn’t like a generous customer?

“Mr.

Yi, rest assured, we’ll make sure everything goes smoothly.”

Yi Qinghuan’s lips curled slightly, “Thank you.”

Before leaving, she glanced once more at Nan Jiaojiao, the smile slowly fading from her eyes, as if sinking to the cold depths of water, carrying a stinging, bone-cutting intensity with just one look.