Jiang Yue thought too much the next day.
And he wasn’t the only one. The entire upper-class circle buzzed with the same realization—whether they were close with the Ye family or not, one thing was clear: the Song and Feng families had not been invited to the banquet.
That made it official.
Jiang Yue chuckled, annoyed. A cigarette burned between his fingers—he forgot about it until it stinged his skin, earning a sharp "tss" from his lips.
He originally thought the Ye family was tossing him a rope, a chance to make amends. Instead, they yanked it away and left him stepping on thin air. And not just that—they stepped on him, harder than ever.
Only a few days ago, Jiang Er had taken Jiang Jing to the Ye residence and left with a box of fruit and the illusion of peace. And now? This. A storm was brewing, and the Jiang family was right in the eye of it.
He glanced up to see Jiang Jing who playing on his PSP, shouting, “Mother Wang! I want to eat! Eat! I’m starving!”