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Fu Siya stared blankly at the two crisp words on her phone screen.

She really didn't expect Jiang Wenxi to refuse so directly—after all, the Zhu family of Villa No. 17 is a prominent figure in Shanghai's business district.

And it seems like Jiang Wenxi has never been seen to blush at anyone. She basically goes wherever she's invited. This seems to be the first time she's said no.

Fu Siya frowned, wondering to herself, "Could it be that Jiang Wenxi didn't know the Zhu family's importance and that's why she casually refused?" She immediately sent another message, her tone carrying a hint of reminder:

"Wenxi, the Zhu family actually holds a certain status in Shanghai, and many people in various circles have to give them some face."

A few seconds later, Jiang Wenxi replied with a brief but pointed question: "He only told me about the banquet tonight this morning. Do you think I should go?"

Upon seeing this, Fu Siya suddenly realized, "So that's why!"

She couldn't help but click her tongue in disbelief—the Zhu family was utterly incompetent! Such an important coming-of-age banquet, and they only gave us a half-day's notice at the last minute. This wasn't an invitation; it was clearly treating us like dispensable extras! If it were her, she would probably be even more annoyed than Jiang Wenxi, and might even have snapped back on the spot.

But Jiang Wenxi showed no emotion from beginning to end, maintaining her calm and composed attitude. Fu Siya couldn't help but sigh inwardly, admiring Jiang Wenxi's composure.

As night fell, Villa No. 17 was brightly lit and filled with guests. The melodious sound of a violin drifted through the courtyard, and the air was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes, the clinking of glasses, and a lively atmosphere.

With the patriarch of the Zhu family no longer around, family affairs are being managed entirely by Zhu Zhiqiang's father, Zhu Jun.

He surveyed the room, wine glass in hand, his gaze sweeping over the guest list. Suddenly, he frowned and turned to Zhu Zhiqiang beside him, asking, "Has Miss Jiang from Villa No. 1 arrived yet?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhiqiang, who had been somewhat smug, froze instantly. Zhu Xiaolin, standing beside him, also lowered her eyelids instinctively. Both of them stammered, not daring to meet Zhu Jun's sharp gaze.

Zhu Zhiqiang forced a smile and answered in a muffled voice, "I...we invited Miss Jiang from Villa No. 1, but she...she's not coming."

"She's not coming?" Zhu Jun's face instantly darkened, a clear anger surging in his eyes, and his tone turned cold. "Did she say herself that she wasn't coming?"

"Yes...yes, Father." Zhu Zhiqiang bowed even lower.

Zhu Jun gave a heavy "humph," placed the wine glass in his hand on the waiter's tray, and the bottom of the glass made a crisp sound as it collided with the tray, attracting the attention of several guests around him.

"I can't believe this person is so clueless!" He lowered his voice, his tone full of displeasure. "Even if she is the owner of Villa No. 1, she's only just entered the Chinese market and her foothold isn't yet secure. How dare she act like this? Isn't she afraid that our Zhu family will unite with other families to squeeze her out?"

Zhu Xiaolin, standing nearby, quickly chimed in, "Exactly! Dad, she's definitely doing this on purpose to embarrass the Zhu family! I heard it was Old Master Fu's 80th birthday, and she rushed over and brought an expensive gift. Does she really think the Zhu family is inferior to the Fu family and looks down on us?"

"Alright!" Zhu Jun interrupted Zhu Xiaolin, his face still grim. "We can deal with this later. The most important thing now is to entertain the guests who have already arrived and not ruin your coming-of-age ceremony."

"Yes, Father." Zhu Xiaolin felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly agreed. She stepped aside and began to greet the guests, but the smile on her face was ultimately somewhat forced.

Before long, the lights in the center of the banquet hall suddenly focused, and the melodious music switched to a light and festive tune—the banquet had officially begun.

Zhu Xiaolin wore a custom-made pink princess dress with layers of skirts resembling blooming roses. The tiny rhinestones embedded in the skirt reflected a dazzling light under the lights. She took her mother's arm and walked step by step onto the stage with a proud smile on her face, trying to create a stunning debut.

Fu Siya and several other socialites in the audience exchanged glances, all seeing impatience in each other's eyes. They were unwilling to stay any longer, watching Zhu Xiaolin's deliberate ostentation—the Zhu family's last-minute notification of Jiang Wenxi was already impolite, and Zhu Xiaolin's ostentatious display only fueled their resentment.

But they knew in their hearts that their family had a long-standing relationship with the Zhu family, and out of consideration for their family's reputation, they could not make a scene and leave on the spot, no matter how uncomfortable they were.

Fu Siya pondered to herself that Zhu Jun always valued reputation and etiquette in the business world, and would never do something as impolite as issuing a last-minute notice. It was most likely that Zhu Zhiqiang and Zhu Xiaolin, the brother and sister, made the decision privately, which led to the misunderstanding that Jiang Wenxi "did not come".

She was determined to take this opportunity to clarify things, so that Jiang Wenxi would not be wronged and Zhu Jun would know the truth.

Just then, Zhu Jun, holding a glass of champagne, walked over to Fu Siya with a polite smile on his face: "Siya, didn't your dad and brother come?"

Fu Siya quickly gathered her thoughts and politely returned a smile:

"No, Uncle Zhu. My dad is still abroad attending an exhibition and has some important cooperation matters to handle, so he really can't get away; my brother also went to help out, so I came alone this time."

"I see," Zhu Jun nodded, his tone tinged with regret. "I was hoping to have a proper talk with your father, but since that's the case, then so be it."

Seeing her opportunity, Fu Siya had a sudden inspiration. She sighed with feigned regret and said in a natural tone:

"Oh, what a coincidence. I was telling Wenxi yesterday that I would come with her to Xiaolin's coming-of-age ceremony today, but when I told her, she said she had no idea that your family was going to hold a coming-of-age ceremony for Xiaolin, so she couldn't come."

"Wen Xi?" Zhu Jun paused for a moment upon hearing this unfamiliar name, and instinctively asked, "Who is this Wen Xi?"

"It's Miss Jiang, the owner of No. 1 Tan Palace, Jiang Wenxi." Fu Siya pretended to be surprised and widened her eyes, her tone carrying just the right amount of doubt. "Uncle Zhu, don't you know her? She's quite well-known in the business world. She even gave Grandpa Fu a very expensive gift for his 80th birthday."

"The owner of No. 1 Tan Palace... Jiang Wenxi?" Zhu Jun repeated these two keywords, his smile instantly freezing, his old face turning red in a flash, even his ears felt hot.

Only then did he belatedly realize that he had misunderstood! He thought that Jiang Wenxi was disrespecting the Zhu family and deliberately not attending the banquet, but it turned out that it wasn't like that at all—his own family hadn't sent an invitation at all, and the Zhu family had no idea that there was a banquet!