Si Moye made a phone call, and soon, a cool motorcycle was delivered.
Si Moye handed Wen Yan a black helmet. "Sit in the back, I'll take you there."
Wen Yan couldn't help but whistle. "Wow, so cool."
Old Master Si was extremely anxious. "Eldest grandson, what about me? What about me?"
Si Moye glanced at the old man, his voice deep and cold. "Wait in the car."
Old Master Si said, "Get another one over here, I'll ride over myself."
The only response Old Master Si received was the roaring sound of the motorcycle speeding away.
Old Master Si was so angry that his white beard twitched.
The little brat, valuing a woman over his own grandfather!
The space on the motorcycle seat was very narrow, and Wen Yan's body was pressed tightly against Si Moye.
She wrapped her arms around his lean and strong waist. With every breath, she took in the clean, pleasant scent of cedar that lingered on him.
His riding skills were excellent, weaving through the traffic smoothly and gracefully like a dragon.
He leaned forward slightly, revealing a long neck and a broad back, exuding the steady charm of a mature man.
As he sped up, they nearly scraped against other vehicles several times but narrowly avoided them. Wen Yan felt an inexplicable flutter and excitement in her chest.
Being with him always brought her a unique sense of novelty and thrill.
...
Harbor City Hotel.
Old Madam Zhao's birthday banquet was taking place.
Wearing a qipao and a face mask, the silver-haired Old Madam Zhao sat in a wheelchair.
Zhao Hongliang and Zhao Yu pushed the wheelchair, with Madam Zhao following behind them.
The guests noticed that both Old Madam Zhao and her daughter-in-law, Madam Zhao, were wearing masks.
Zhao Hongliang explained, "My mother and my wife caught a cold. They are afraid of infecting the guests, so they are both wearing masks."
The old lady in the wheelchair looked very weak, her eyes dull, seemingly quite ill.
Madam Zhao, following behind Zhao Hongliang and Zhao Yu, nodded to indicate she had indeed caught a cold.
According to the banquet's schedule, it was soon time for the younger generation to kowtow to their elders.
Old Madam Zhao was pushed to the center of the stage. Zhao Hongliang, Madam Zhao, and Zhao Yu stood in front of her. After the host announced the start of the kowtowing ceremony, all three knelt down.
However, when Madam Zhao performed the first kowtow to the old lady, the old lady in the wheelchair began to cough violently.
The guests didn't find anything unusual, assuming it was due to the old lady's poor health.
When Madam Zhao performed the second kowtow, the old lady in the wheelchair suddenly coughed up blood, staining her mask with a hint of scarlet.
"President Zhao, the old lady doesn't look too well. Shouldn't you take her to the hospital first?" a guest suggested.
Zhao Hongliang nodded. "After the final kowtow is done, I will take my mother to the hospital."
The guests all praised President Zhao's family for their filial piety.
"Nowadays, it's rare for younger generations to kowtow to their elders at birthday banquets. I didn't expect the Zhao family to still follow the old traditions."
"Old Madam Zhao's son, daughter-in-law, and grandson are all so filial, which shows she raised them well. Such a virtuous elder deserves to live to be a hundred."
Just as Madam Zhao was about to perform the third kowtow, a foot suddenly stretched out, and her forehead bumped into it.
Madam Zhao froze for a moment.
The guests in the audience were also stunned.
They looked in confusion at the young woman who had suddenly rushed onto the stage.
The woman was stunningly beautiful and delicate. Wearing a black leather jacket and tight pants, she looked both gorgeous and fierce.
"Who are you?" With her third kowtow interrupted, displeasure flashed in Madam Zhao's eyes.
Wen Yan sneered. "Who I am is not important. What's important is that I am about to expose your wicked deeds!"
A sinister look appeared in Madam Zhao's eyes. She looked at Zhao Hongliang. "Ah Liang, do you know her? Did you send her an invitation?"
Zhao Hongliang's face was dark and cold, his brows tightly furrowed. "Miss, who allowed you to ruin my mother's birthday banquet?" Saying that, he looked at Madam Zhao and comforted her, "I'll call security right away..."
Before Zhao Hongliang could call security, Madam Tang and Wan Zixuan, who were attending the banquet, walked over with joyful expressions. "Miss Wen, you're here?"
Hearing the words "Miss Wen," the dazed Old Madam Zhao in the wheelchair suddenly reacted.
She stared straight at Wen Yan, opening her mouth as if trying to say something, but she was too weak to speak.
"President Zhao, Miss Wen is an honored guest of Miss Wan and mine. We invited her here." Madam Tang knew that whenever Wen Yan appeared, there would definitely be some massive drama.
While the other guests hadn't noticed anything unusual about the Zhao family, she and Wan Zixuan had seen right through it.
The family's actions were extremely bizarre.
While kowtowing, Old Madam Zhao even coughed up blood, yet they still insisted on finishing the third kowtow.
Shouldn't they have rushed their mother to the hospital immediately?
Also, why did Old Madam Zhao's body grow weaker with every kowtow?
Whenever things are this abnormal, there must be something fishy going on!
With Madam Tang and Wan Zixuan vouching for Wen Yan, Zhao Hongliang couldn't easily have security forcibly kick her out.
He could only suppress his inner dissatisfaction and say in a deep voice, "Miss Wen, please do not disrupt the kowtowing ceremony where we show filial piety to our mother. I must ask you to step off the stage and watch from below."
Wen Yan curled her lips coldly. "Finish the last kowtow, so that your wife, Liu Yunru, can drop dead on the spot?"
What?
Zhao Hongliang's pupils widened, staring at Wen Yan in disbelief.
The guests in the audience also looked incredulous.
What on earth was this Miss Wen spouting?
"Such a perfectly good birthday banquet, how did a psycho like this get in to cause trouble?"
"Dropping dead on the spot just from a few kowtows? Does she think this is a fantasy movie?"
Among the audience, aside from Si Moye, only Madam Tang and Wan Zixuan believed that Wen Yan wasn't talking nonsense.
Zhao Hongliang snapped back to his senses, furious. "Miss Wen, if you continue to spout nonsense, don't blame me for not giving face to Madam Tang and Miss Wan and directly throwing you out!"
Wen Yan ignored Zhao Hongliang. She walked over to the woman in the wheelchair and directly ripped the mask off her face.
Zhao Hongliang tried to stop her, but it was too late.
An aged face was exposed to the eyes of all the guests.
Anyone who knew Liu Yunru could tell that this was what Liu Yunru would look like when she grew old.
"Yunru, is that you?" Madam Tang asked.
The woman in the wheelchair looked at Madam Tang with cloudy eyes and slowly nodded.
The crowd was stunned once again.
Liu Yunru was only in her forties. How could she have aged to look like a seventy-year-old?
Good heavens, what exactly was going on here?
"Miss Wen, if the person in the wheelchair is Liu Yunru, then who is the Madam Zhao that was just kowtowing?" Wan Zixuan asked in confusion.
Wen Yan curled her lips. Raising her delicate, jade-like finger, she slowly pointed at the woman beside Zhao Hongliang. "This Madam Zhao right here, she is actually..."
Zhao Hongliang's pupils shrank as he interrupted Wen Yan. "Our Zhao family does not welcome you. Please leave immediately!"
Zhao Hongliang wanted to step forward and push Wen Yan off the stage, but in the next second, a tall, cold figure blocked his way. "Try laying a single finger on my wife and see what happens."
