Taste of her own medicine (2)

Unaware of the commotion that had unfolded, Producer Fu, engrossed in conversations with directors and sponsors, remained oblivious to the gathering crowd.

Upon finally noticing the clustered audience, he directed his attention toward them and inquired, "Why are you all gathered here? Don't just stand in one place; go and enjoy yourselves." His words carried an air of encouragement and a desire to ensure that everyone was making the most of the event.

Gradually, the crowd began to disperse, their initial interest in the unfolding drama giving way to a sense of boredom. Their focus shift towards their own conversations, finding more entertainment in their personal interactions than in the waning excitement of the previous events.

Amidst the buzz of chatter Lihua leaned towards Mengrui's ear and softly whispered, "I wonder how you will convince grandpa to let you pursue an idol career. After all, he has such high expectations for you. He envisions a classical singer gracing our family's name. It must be so disappointing for him."

Lihua's subtle criticism, suggesting that Mengrui's chosen path had not aligned with the aspirations of their grandfather made her see red. She seethed with anger, her emotions boiling to the surface like a raging inferno as Lihua walked away with Feiyi.

Ling Feiyi's eyes rolled with disdain, unable to hide her contemptuous reaction. Observing Mengrui's visibly distressed state, Feiyi couldn't help but scoff. "Look at her," she remarked with a derisive tone. "She's acting as if she's on the verge of tears. Such melodrama."

To Ling Feiyi, Xia Mengrui's apparent fragility was nothing more than an exaggerated performance.

"If she dares to shed a tear, then I'll join in and start crying too." Xia Lihua joked, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "They say you have to fight fire with fire, right? Well, to defeat a white lotus bitch, you've got to become a white lotus bitch yourself."

Ling Feiyi: "..."

Ling Feiyi: Bravo sister! Such wise words [+1 respect]

...

"It's President Yang!"

"Emperor Yang? He is here?!"

"Oh my god, it's really him."

Xia Lihua, who was huddled in a corner, heard the frantic murmurs that began to circulate through the hall. The mention of a certain individual's presence piqued her curiosity, prompting her to wonder who they were referring to.

Who are they talking about now? Could it be Yang Lingyun?

Her mind raced, seeking answers amidst the flurry of speculations and conversations surrounding her.

In the capital, it was possible to remain oblivious to the current affairs. However, it was almost impossible not to have heard of Yang Lingyun. His name carried such weight and recognition that it resonated with nearly everyone.

As the crowd sensed his presence, they instinctively created a path, parting before him like a sea parting for its sovereign. Dressed impeccably in a black overcoat accentuated by a fur collar and paired it with sleek suit pants, Yang Lingyun commanded attention and respect, his charismatic aura permeating the space around him.

The attendees found their seats as Producer Fu went up on the stage and spoke into the microphone. "We are honored to have a very distinguished guest join us for my birthday banquet," he announced with reverence. "I kindly request this esteemed individual to come forward and grace us with a few words."

As Yang Lingyun entered the hall, Xia Mengrui hurriedly trotted towards him.

With a proud smile, Xia Mengrui held onto Yang Lingyun's arm, beaming with pride and basked in the spotlight that surrounded them. Her confidence soared as she gently patted Lingyun's hand, encouraging him to take the stage. With a touch of coyness, she playfully urged him forward.

With a confident stride, truly like an Emperor gracing the royal court, the tall figure ascended the stage, and took hold of the microphone. His commanding presence and resonant voice captured the attention of the audience. "On this special occasion of your birthday, I extend my warmest wishes to Producer Fu. May this day be filled with joy, laughter, and abundant blessings. Your talent and dedication have brought countless memorable moments to the screen, and I am grateful for the stories you have shared with the world."

Xia Mengrui was standing with Su Wanwan in a corner, fully aware of the curious gazes that awaited her.

"Right I almost forgot that Emperor Yang and Xia Mengrui are engaged."

"Why did they come separately? They should have come together."

"I think President Yang was out of the country due to a business meeting in Australia. I heard it from my brother whose friend works in Yang Corporation."

After expressing his heartfelt gratitude for the invitation and wishing producer Fu a happy birthday, Yang Lingyun returned to his seat and Xia Mengrui joined him there.

"After the long flight he still came to accompany Xia Mengrui?"

"How romantic!"

"I envy her, I wish I was engaged to Emperor Yang!"

Xia Lihua couldn't help but express her exasperation by placing her palm on her face in a helpless manner. 'Why does it seem like this man is everywhere?'