After her ex-husband became a Hong Kong entertainment circle tycoon, he put his arm around her waist

"Chen Jingyan was taken to the police station because he kidnapped my son."

"You've come here to seek justice for your son, but can't I seek justice for my son?"

The moment Nan Shu said this, the expressions of everyone around her changed instantly.

They all have children, so they naturally understand how Nan Shu feels. If their children were kidnapped, they would want to tear that person to pieces.

Bystanders couldn't help but speak up, "Grandma, what you're doing is wrong. It's clearly your son who did wrong, why are you bothering the victim's family?"

"Yeah, and they even made up baseless rumors about people. It's really unreasonable."

Seeing that those who had just supported her were now pointing fingers at her, Old Madam Chen's face immediately turned very ugly.

"What do you know! It's clearly this woman's problem!"

Madam Chen was somewhat frantic. She pointed her finger at Nan Shu, wishing she could immediately send Nan Shu to jail in place of her son.

Nan Shu looked coldly at Madam Chen, said nothing, walked straight to her car, opened the door and got in.

When Madam Chen realized that Nan Shu was about to leave, she quickly ran to the car door, pounded on it, and called out as she did so.

"Nan Shu, you bitch, get down here!"

"If you don't get my son out of the police station, I'll ruin your reputation!"

Nan Shu listened to the sounds coming from outside, her expression indifferent.

As if she hadn't heard these words, she slammed on the gas pedal.

The onlookers immediately dispersed, and Old Mrs. Chen, unable to dodge in time, staggered back a few steps.

"Oh! My back!"

Old Madam Chen clutched her lower back, her expression contorted in pain.

In the past, Nan Shu might have softened her heart long ago, but this time she would not show any mercy.

Chen Jingyan hurt her child, and she will not let go of any behavior that harms her child.

When Nan Shu returned to the Qi family home, Qi Yuye was no longer there.

With the launch of new products and the need to guard against sabotage by some people within the company, Qi Yuye has been extremely busy.

The fact that Song Ci'an's spies and undercover agents planted in the company have not yet been fully identified poses a significant threat to Qi Yuye.

Nan Shu thought about how Qi Yuye's expression had been rather unpleasant these past few days, and couldn't help but think about what she could do to help him.

When Qi Yuye returned in the evening, Nan Shu was sitting in the living room reading a magazine.

As a jewelry designer, various fashion magazines help inspire her.

Qi Yuye looked at Nan Shu on the sofa, and the weariness in his eyes faded a lot, replaced by a long-lost feeling of warmth.

"Did you have meal?"

Qi Yuye's voice suddenly rang out from behind, startling Nan Shu. After realizing it was Qi Yuye's voice, she immediately turned around.

"You're home so early today?"

Qi Yuye nodded, sat down next to Nan Shu, and then took out an invitation and handed it to Nan Shu.

Nan Shu subconsciously took the invitation, glanced at the name on it, and paused for a moment.

"This is……"

Qi Yuye nodded, his tone tinged with self-deprecation.

"Ms. Song hosted a birthday banquet. She wanted to give herself a grand birthday banquet and invited many people."

"She specially delivered this invitation to my office and asked me to give it to you."

Nan Shu's eyes flickered, somewhat not understanding Song Ci's meaning.

The weasel wishing the chicken a Happy New Year was not a good deed. Song Ci had never liked Qi Yuye, and he disliked her even more. How could he possibly invite her to his birthday banquet?

"Should I go?"

Nan Shu looked at Qi Yuye, feeling somewhat uncertain.

Seeing the apprehension in Nan Shu's eyes, Qi Yuye smiled and reached out to hold Nan Shu's hand.

"I'll be with you, don't be afraid."

Thinking about recent events, Nan Shu felt somewhat resistant to this kind of occasion.

She really disliked those gossipy and inquisitive looks, as if she had become everyone's fodder for gossip.

But Nan Shu knew that once she decided to be with Qi Yuye, these bloody storms were unavoidable.

After figuring this out, Nan Shu's gaze gradually hardened.

"Okay, I'll go."

There was still a month until Song Ci's birthday banquet, which was enough time for Nan Shu to prepare for her grand entrance in front of everyone.

Song Ci's deliberate act of having the invitation delivered to Qi Yuye was definitely not just a simple invitation to the banquet; there were probably other motives behind it.

During this month, Nan Shu prepared a lot of homework, bought gifts in advance, and Qi Yuye also had someone tailor-make dresses and jewelry for Nan Shu.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

On Song Ci's birthday, almost all the city's celebrities came to the Qi family's old residence.

The old house is located in a pleasant area in the Western Hills. It is a group of traditional Chinese courtyard houses, and the Qi family occupies more than half of the space.

The parking lot outside the Qi family's old residence was filled with luxury cars, and countless celebrities from all walks of life, who only appear on television, filed in one after another.

The main gate of the Qi family's old residence, which had been closed for a long time, was wide open, welcoming the guests.

Qi Yuye took Nan Shu's hand and walked step by step toward the gate of the old house, introducing it to Nan Shu as he went.

"It seems she really went all out this time. I just don't know why Ms. Song, who usually prefers to keep a low profile, is holding such a grand birthday banquet this time."

"Perhaps it's because it's been quiet for so many years, so they want to liven things up a bit."

Nan Shu spoke with a rare hint of playfulness.

Qi Yuye led Enen by the hand, and Nan Shu led Nuomi by the hand, and the family of four went straight into the old house.

The banquet was held in the back garden of the old house. The large garden was covered with a plain-colored carpet, which was the light purple color that Song Ci always liked.

Grandpa Qi passed away just over six months ago, so the old house doesn't have any particularly festive decorations; the overall layout is predominantly Western.

Seeing the Chinese-style courtyard decorated in a purely Western style, the strong sense of incongruity made Nan Shu, the designer, feel somewhat uncomfortable.

A group of people were chatting happily in a corner of the open space.

Someone spotted Qi Yuye and Nan Shu, coughed sharply, and then gave a wink to the people around them.

Everyone instinctively followed the man's gaze and fell silent upon seeing Qi Yuye and Nan Shu.

Looking into those people's eyes, Nan Shu always felt uneasy.

She seemed to see a hint of contempt and disgust in those people's eyes, as well as some people watching the spectacle.

The thought only flashed through Nan Shu's mind for a moment. She turned her head to look at Qi Yuye beside her, and then felt relieved.

Perhaps it was because she was standing beside Qi Yuye again after so many years that these people were somewhat surprised.

A smile returned to Nan Shu's face as she looked up at Qi Yuye.

"Shall we go in?"