Marriage Seduction Addiction

Chapter 5 Hello, Mrs. Jiang
Something suddenly exploded in Tang Xu's mind.

The others present were equally shocked.

"Is it him?"

"How come she was born so well?"

"Wasn't he supposed to be sickly? He doesn't look sick at all."

"That's what the rumors say, otherwise why wouldn't he have appeared in public for so many years?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion when Tang Xu suddenly snapped out of her daze and took a deep breath.

The legendary third young master of the Yan family, Yan Shiyu.

It turned out to be him!

But... a sickly person who has been recuperating abroad for many years?

Tang Xu recalled the body she had seen in the bathroom earlier—

With firm but not exaggerated muscle lines, a tight and firm abdomen, and a vibrant aura of hormones, he doesn't look sickly at all.

Or... is it all show and no substance?

Many thoughts raced through Tang Xu's mind, and when she came to her senses, the group of people had already arrived.

The other guests at the table were all from wealthy and noble families, who had come with their families. Tang Xu, however, was all alone and seemed oblivious to the awkwardness that came with it.

Yan's Vice President Wang Xun personally introduced Yan Shiyu before finally turning to Tang Xu.

"Who is this...?" Wang Xun was a little unsure and turned to look at the person next to him.

Tang Xu stood up, turned to meet the man's calm and composed face, and extended her hand. "Hello, Mr. Yan, I am Tang Xu."

His gaze lingered on her face, and he reached out to take her slender, soft white hand in his.

The exquisitely crafted dark gray handmade suit is neat and crisp, with clean and crisp lines and no superfluous accessories. Only a silver cufflink on the cuff shines with a cool luster, restrained and dignified.

"Hello, Mrs. Jiang."

His voice was deep and composed, as if he had never seen her before.

Even Wang Xun was somewhat surprised that he could blurt out "Mrs. Jiang," but Tang Xu just smiled.

They really shouldn't have seen it.

That's really wrong.

The banquet began at eight o'clock. Yan Shiyu sat at the first seat, in the very center, receiving the gazes from all directions.

After the host's opening remarks, light singing and dancing began on stage. The guests had already donated the money they were supposed to donate, so the important thing left was naturally socializing.

Soon, Yan Shiyu was surrounded by a crowd of men and women, each trying their own way to strike up a conversation with this suddenly appearing third young master of the Yan family.

"Judging from this situation, the heir of the Yan family has probably been chosen."

"This person? It's not certain whether he's a dragon or a phoenix. With so many precedents to follow, it's unlikely that the head of the Yan family will have a very easy time sitting here."

"She's really good-looking. Jiang Muchen didn't come today, but even if he had, he'd probably be overshadowed."

"Tch! What makes him think he can compare to Jiang Muchen? Just his face? Does he have Jiang Muchen's abilities? Don't forget, the Yan family's children are all good-for-nothings..."

"No matter how hopeless he is, Jiang Muchen still has to call him Uncle Yan, right?"

Tang Xu took a glass of red wine and drank it quietly.

Yes, the Jiang family and the Yan family are distant relatives. In terms of seniority, Jiang Muchen should indeed call him Third Uncle.

She, as Mrs. Jiang in name only, was no exception.

Tang Xu slowly raised her eyes and looked in the direction where Yan Shiyu was.

The crowd was still surging, but just as Tang Xu looked over, Yan Shiyu's handsome and sculpted profile was revealed.

He was looking down slightly, listening intently to what a pretty girl next to him was saying.

Ruan Qing, the youngest daughter of the Ruan family, a proud and arrogant young lady, now looked up at Yan Shiyu with a bright smile in her eyes.

Tang Xu silently withdrew her gaze.

Regardless of who this Third Young Master Yan is, since he is a member of the Yan family, he must be on Jiang Muchen's side. Tang Xu was momentarily at a loss for what to think. After finishing the last sip of wine in her cup, she stood up, grabbed another cup, and walked in the opposite direction.

Such a banquet has many guests, all of whom are either rich or noble, and all of them deserve her to go up and greet them.

Tang Xu, however, walked straight to one place.

The banquet hall leads to a traditional Chinese courtyard. By the window, several men, dressed impeccably, are gathered together, chatting and laughing.

Tang Xu walked up to the group and suddenly swung the wine glass in his hand forward.

The deep red liquid arced through the air and splashed directly onto one of the people's faces.

Gasps rose and fell around them. The person who had been splashed was also stunned, but when he saw Tang Xu, he froze on the spot, his expression becoming awkward.

"Who is this person?"

"Is this an attempt to cause trouble?"

"Her? She's Jiang Muchen's wife, from the Song family..."

Amidst the whispers of the crowd, Tang Xu placed his wine glass on the tray of the waiter behind him before speaking: "I'm so sorry, Uncle Yang, I didn't expect to see you here. My hand slipped. Please don't mind."

Yang Huai, a longtime friend of Song Yuting, is also the person directly responsible for the crisis that has befallen the Song family.

Yang Huai's face was flushed purple, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Tang Xu, this is a banquet hosted by the Yan family. Don't go crazy—"

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Xu reached for another glass of wine and splashed it heavily on his face once more.

Looking at Yang Huai's disheveled appearance, she smiled frankly and innocently, "Sorry, I couldn't help it this time."

Yang Huai gritted his teeth in anger, and Tang Xu said again, "If Uncle Yang minds, why don't you give me back my cup? I don't mind."

As she spoke, she picked up another glass of wine and handed it to Yang Huai.

Silence fell over the surroundings as everyone watched with wide eyes.

Yang Huai was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to accept or not. However, the next moment, Tang Xu simply raised the glass above his head and flipped it over—

Another glass of wine was poured over his head.

Those present were all prominent figures in Huai City, and none of them expected that Jiang Muchen's unassuming wife would have such a frivolous and arrogant personality. They all frowned, shook their heads, and kept their distance.

Humiliated in public like this, Yang Huai was trembling with rage. His right hand rose uncontrollably, sweeping the empty wine glass from Tang Xu's hand.

Snapped!
The wine glass flew and crashed to the ground, shattering in front of a pair of black Oxford shoes that had just stopped.

All around were gasps of breath.

Even Yang Huai's expression changed instantly.

Tang Xu then turned her head to look in the direction of the broken wine glass, and when she looked up, she met Yan Shiyu's dark eyes.

Yan's staff quickly stepped forward and politely and appropriately separated her from Yang Huai.

“Mr. Yan, it’s not that I want to cause trouble at the Yan family’s banquet, but this woman—” Yang Huai wiped his face, walked quickly to Yan Shiyu, and glared at Tang Xu at the same time.

Although there were many high-ranking members of the Yan family present, only Yan Shiyu was actually surnamed Yan.

Although it was his first appearance, a group of high-ranking officials were all surrounding him, which spoke volumes about his status and position.

Yang Huai knew he couldn't afford to offend someone like that.

"Take Mr. Yang to change his clothes."

Yan Shiyu didn't even glance at him, only gave one order, and someone else took the order and left.

Then, he looked at Tang Xu again, his eyes still calm and indifferent.

He didn't approach through the shards of glass on the ground, and Tang Xu didn't move either.

Everyone around was waiting to see what would happen.

This woman is flamboyant and arrogant, and she doesn't care about the occasion when she causes trouble. No wonder she can't win Jiang Muchen's favor, and he doesn't allow her to come out in public.

After something like this happens, shouldn't someone ask her to leave?
However, the next moment, only Yan Shiyu's calm and composed voice rang out—

"Mrs. Jiang has had too much to drink. Please go to the lounge to rest."

(End of this chapter)