Dongfang Wanqing came to the banquet and stood beside Murong Jiancheng, unwilling to leave. She knew that Murong Jiancheng was a symbol of status and status, and could protect her forever.
A few rich and powerful men came over to talk to Murong Jiancheng. They looked at Dongfang Wanqing with respect and even some flattery.
Dongfang Wanqing took a glass of red wine and looked up at Bei Yuewu and Jun Xiqing.
Bei Yuewu looked over as well. Dongfang Wanqing raised the glass of red wine in her hand and took a sip with an indescribable elegance and victory.
Bei Yuewu was furious. "This white lotus is provoking me. I will tear her apart now."
Murong Jiancheng was originally her husband, but he had always been Dongfang Wanqing's haven. Even at her birthday party, Dongfang Wanqing still dared to be so arrogant. How could Bei Yuewu tolerate this?
Jun Xiqing grabbed Bei Yuewu's sleeve. "Auntie, don't get too worked up. Be careful of that white lotus."
