Many people had talked enough by now, and they wanted to see the star of the day. After all, today’s main character was the reason everyone came.

Yang Qianxi was wearing a dark red outfit that exuded respect and admiration naturally.

Xiao Zhen stood quietly next to his father, wearing a simple black suit, without any intention of stealing the spotlight, his face adorned with a fitting smile.

However, Yang Qianxi was holding the hand of a beautifully dressed girl. Upon closer inspection, the girl was wearing a glittering gold-pink dress, complete with an adorable fishtail hem, making her look elegant and noble—she was Yang Qianxi’s only granddaughter, Xiao Keyi.

Xiao Keyi had just tidied up and added a butterfly clip in her hair, which made her look even more mischievous and sweet.

Behind Yang Qianxi stood the butler, his hands crossed as he stood at the back—his status was unusual, having been brought out as family by Yang Qianxi.

But what puzzled everyone most was a young man walking slowly onto the stage from the other side, dressed in a black suit with a deep blue tie.

He walked towards them slowly, a gentle smile on his face.

Xiao Zhen and Xiao Keyi were bewildered; they had never seen this person before. If Grandpa knew him, he would have introduced him. Who exactly was this person?

The butler glanced complexly at Xiao Keyi, noticing her confused look without any additional expressions, and couldn’t help but shake his head—what was the Elder up to? Though he knew about Su Zining’s presence, did the Elder personally choose him?

However, it wasn’t the right occasion, so the butler could only keep his doubts to himself.

Seeing Su Zining, the murmuring below grew louder—who exactly was Su Zining to be able to stand with the Xiao Family? Could he be a relative?

But they had scoured all of Xiao Family’s relations—every ancestor was known clearly, just hopping for any connection. Yet, he didn’t exist in their memory.

"Who is this person? Have you seen him? As a reporter, I’ve searched extensively yet found no trace, and he doesn’t seem to be in Changnan. What’s going on?"

"Even in high society, I haven’t seen this person—if related to the Xiao Family, shouldn’t he be part of high society? Yet, why haven’t I seen him? Could he really be connected to the Xiao Family? I doubt it."

"I doubt it too; perhaps a staff member? But why would a waiter dress so formally? Moreover, Yang Qianxi’s gaze upon him seems almost affectionate. Could he be Yang Qianxi’s grandson? Although, it’s said that Yang Qianxi never acknowledges that grandson, and there are whispers of divorce."

The people were especially perplexed, and even Xu Ke frowned deeply; many suspected he was a relative of the Xiao Family, but Xu Ke instinctively felt the matter was absolutely related to Xiao Keyi.

At this moment, Xu Ke felt someone turning beside him. Turning his head, it was the proud lady, Yang Tianzhen, now dressed in a red gown.

This red gown on others might appear tacky, but with Yang Tianzhen’s noble aura, it showed off her complexion and elegance superbly.

Xu Ke thought about his strained relationship with Yang Tian and had no intention to acknowledge her, given her bad temper, he didn’t need to pay her any mind.

Yang Tianzhen wasn’t sure herself; her father had introduced Xu Ke, which stirred curiosity in her since then, but her father suddenly lost interest.

Yang Tianzhen intended to see Xu Ke embarrassed but saw his disinterest, feeling it lost its appeal.

So she lifted her head, shook her wine glass, and deliberately teased: "Oh dear, my father said to introduce you to me. You seem focused, watching which beauty? Is it someone on stage? On stage, beauties are not yours; their family sure is selective."

After speaking, Yang Tianzhen chuckled lightly, having noticed Xu Ke’s eyes fixed on Xiao Keyi, feeling a strange twinge of jealousy.

Maybe because he wasn’t interested in her, spawning such a feeling. She refused to have other ideas over this man.

Comforting herself, she feigned strength saying: "If you fancy someone on stage, it’s probably not a chance for you, though I could introduce some other ladies—depending on your performance, maybe I grant you a direct ticket to high society."

"Shut up!"

Xu Ke rubbed his brow, finding this person particularly monotonous and had no interest in Yang Tianzhen.

This lady bothered him despite his disinterest; why was she here when her family turned their nose up at everyone?

"I don’t want to talk to you!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Tianzhen pointed incredulously at herself, noting Xu Ke’s eyes not lingering her way, feeling even more disheartened—what was with this guy?

Suitors pursued Yang Tianzhen internationally, yet he seemed genuinely uninterested—odd.

For the first time, Yang Tianzhen felt her charm vanish and her confidence rattled.

Nonetheless, Yang Tianzhen enjoyed challenges, and if this man disliked her, she would find a way to make him like her.

Yang Tianzhen tried finding herself a reasonable excuse, not too awkward, shaking her wine glass, leaned closer to Xu Ke, whispering in his ear: "Since you dislike me, I’m going to disgust you till you like me. Once you do, I’ll dump you, make you heartbroken and regret your words."

Following this statement, she had a secret joyful grin.

Xu Ke turned his head and dismissed all her fanciful thoughts: "Rest assured, if you were the last person in the world, I wouldn’t like you; you may let go of this thought now. Do stop disturbing me."