“Isn’t that Miss Xia? What a coincidence,” He Zhitong said softly, with a hint of amusement in her voice.

As Tang Yuanyue’s fiancée, she naturally had the right to stand beside him for the club’s opening ceremony. Thinking back to more than a year ago, when Tang Yuanyue had proposed breaking off their engagement for Xia Xiaolan… Even though He Zhitong’s life goal was to transition smoothly from a wealthy young lady to a rich man’s wife, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t bothered at all by encountering Xia Xiaolan at this moment.

“Indeed, quite a coincidence,” Tang Yuanyue maintained a normal expression.

He truly had nothing to feel guilty about, as he hadn’t known beforehand that Xia Xiaolan would be here. Judging by Du Zhaohui’s reaction, he probably didn’t know either.

Tang Yuanyue watched as Du Zhaohui’s gloomy demeanor instantly changed as he bounced excitedly toward Xia Xiaolan, and he quietly averted his gaze.

He certainly admired Xia Xiaolan and was attracted to her intelligence and beauty. The more distant Xia Xiaolan was toward him, the more his masculine desire to conquer was provoked.

But they were never on the same wavelength.

He had mishandled the previous engagement cancellation.

This time, because Du Zhaoji had invited him to join the ‘Asia Project,’ he and Xia Xiaolan crossed paths again. His dormant feelings began stirring once more, but before he could take any real action, his family encountered misfortune… Although his father never left any final words of instruction after collapsing, Tang Yuanyue knew that the only thing that could comfort his father’s spirit in heaven was for him to keep Yuhua stable!

With Yuhua, there was the Tang family.

With the family business, there was Tang Yuanyue.

Love was too much of a luxury, unsuitable for the current Tang Yuanyue—his feelings for Xia Xiaolan weren’t purely love either, but rather a man’s interest and desire for possession.

When it’s time to let go, one must let go. Worried that He Zhitong might still be bothered, Tang Yuanyue lowered his head and said, “After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, if you’d like, we can go over together and say hello?”

He Zhitong also knew that Tang Yuanyue hadn’t come today for Xia Xiaolan.

Even Du Zhaohui’s attendance was incidental—Tang Yuanyue had wanted to come himself. The high-level VIP membership originally intended for Tang Jinyun had fallen to Tang Yuanyue, and he needed to appear on such occasions as Tang Jinyun’s heir.

There were people here Tang Yuanyue wanted to meet, and because it was in Pengcheng, there would be no paparazzi following them—these were the real reasons Tang Yuanyue had brought a companion.

He Zhitong knew when to back off, “We’ll see if there’s time. Miss Xia is probably busy and might not have time to see us.”

He Zhitong was quite curious.

Tang Yuanyue had chosen to break off their engagement for Xia Xiaolan back then.

But afterward, Tang Yuanyue and Xia Xiaolan didn’t end up together… Even if they had, given the Tang family’s current situation, Xia Xiaolan wouldn’t have been able to help Tang Yuanyue. They might have gone through some painful struggles but would still have separated.

He Zhitong thought about how the villa of Tang Yuanyue had been personally designed by Xia Xiaolan.

Although she and Tang Yuanyue would live in the Tang family mansion after marriage and probably wouldn’t stay in that villa, the thought still bothered her.

They should either tear down the interior and renovate, or just sell the villa!

“Mr. Tang, it’s time for the ribbon-cutting,” a handsome waiter in a tailcoat approached with a tray and scissors.

…

Du Zhaohui hadn’t tied a rope—

Oh no, Du Zhaohui’s running motion resembled that of an animal breaking free from its restraints!

“Xiaolan, how did I not know you were coming?”

Du Zhaohui had also noticed Liu Yong. If not for Xia Xiaolan’s presence, Liu Yong would have been just the owner of a small renovation company to him. However, since Liu Yong was Xia Xiaolan’s uncle, Du Zhaohui didn’t dare act carelessly and showed more restraint:

“Uncle Liu, Aunt, hello, hello.”

As someone who had joined Cheng Rong Group’s board of directors, Du Zhaohui’s dress style wasn’t as flamboyant on formal occasions.

But some people’s attempts to appear proper only manage to achieve a slight resemblance.

Previously, when Liu Yong thought Zhou Cheng was thick-skinned, compared to Du Zhaohui, Zhou Cheng was truly an honest child.

When Du Zhaohui shook hands with Li Fengmei, he somehow emanated a fragrance… What kind of terrible parenting produced a fine young man who wore perfume like a young lady?

Li Fengmei had to try very hard not to wipe her hands on her clothes right there.

Xia Xiaolan had already spotted Xia Ziyu, and when Du Zhaohui ran over, she was equally puzzled:

“It’s not surprising that Chairman Du received a high-level VIP club membership invitation, and it’s normal for him not to show up, but shouldn’t you, Young Master Du, be attending in his place? How did it become Xia Ziyu doing the ribbon-cutting?”

Du Zhaohui’s smile was barely holding up.

It was all because he had made a bad move initially—when Xia Xiaolan told him to deal with Xia Ziyu quickly, he hadn’t taken it seriously.

Du Zhaohui hastily changed the subject, trying to save face:

“I’ve inquired about it. Xia Ziyu convinced the old man to let her learn business by signing some kind of betting agreement with him. She said if she loses money this time, she’ll obediently become the Du family’s fifth concubine and never mention making her own money again.”

“What business does she want to do? That agreement is all nonsense. As long as your father values her, she can throw tantrums and make excuses even if she loses.”

As they say, if you dislike someone, even their breathing is wrong.

Conversely, even the biggest mistakes can find excuses for forgiveness.

Regardless, Du Chengrong’s indulgence of Xia Ziyu had indeed exceeded both Du Zhaohui and Xia Xiaolan’s expectations.

Was it just an old man’s love for his young wife?

Or was it that people inevitably grow old, and Du Chengrong, who once dominated Hong Kong’s business world and built his empire from scratch, couldn’t escape the fate of becoming senile…

Du Zhaohui found it very troublesome.

Xia Xiaolan was right—as long as the old man favored Xia Ziyu, he would cover any losses she incurred.

Should they take advantage of Xia Ziyu’s departure from Hong Kong to ensure she never returns—

Li Fengmei pulled Liu Yong, “What are they talking about? Who came? The runaway Xia Ziyu? Isn’t she a fugitive? Quick, call the police and arrest her!”

Li Fengmei didn’t know about Xia Ziyu’s transformation from a fugitive to Du Chengrong’s fifth concubine.

But she did remind Xia Xiaolan.

Now that Xia Ziyu had come to Pengcheng, wouldn’t it be a waste not to report her to the police, especially given her high-profile appearance today?

Kang Wei and Chen Xiliang slowly wandered over.

Kang Wei felt uncomfortable upon seeing Du Zhaohui, “Sister-in-law, what’s happening?”

Xia Xiaolan pointed to the guests at the ribbon-cutting ceremony, “Look at that woman in the blue qipao.”

Kang Wei showed little interest, as he currently had no interest in any woman.

Thinking Xia Xiaolan might be trying to introduce him to someone, he lazily glanced over twice, then exclaimed, “Sister-in-law, that woman looks somewhat like you.”

“Of course she does, after all, she’s my dear cousin’s sister. Kang Wei, that’s Xia Ziyu.”

Xia Ziyu?

Xia Ziyu didn’t look like that before!

But if my sister-in-law says so, it must be true.

Xia Xiaolan briefly explained Xia Ziyu’s current identity, and Kang Wei looked at Du Zhaohui with a cold smile:

“So she’s now part of Young Master Du’s family. That makes sense—birds of a feather flock together. Young Master Du, would you be angry if I tried to get your stepmother arrested?”