"Steward Ye is too kind," Zhang Meiyu replied, socializing with Steward Ye with a smile.
Afterward, guided by Steward Ye, they entered the Ye family's mansion.
Tang Zhongcheng and Tang Yiyi followed closely behind.
Tang Xiaomin wore a one-shoulder dress with her hair in a ponytail.
Her slightly prominent collarbones led to a fair and slender swan-like neck.
Her incredibly beautiful face featured delicate features, and her face, with a hint of baby fat, was full of collagen.
Her clear, cold eyes exuded an innate air of arrogance. Just standing there, she looked unapproachable.
She gave off the impression of being someone to be admired from afar, but not to be trifled with.
She seemed out of place among the surrounding socialites and daughters of prominent families.
"Miss Tang, I need to see the old master. Please make yourself at home."
Steward Ye departed.
This was the first time Tang Xiaomin, under the title of Ye Fengxing's "fiancée," was attending a Ye family banquet.
Who was Ye Fengxing?
He was the CEO of Ye Group, and at a young age, he was already the head of the Ye family.
There were rumors in Modu that everyone, from eighty-year-old grandmothers to newborns, adored Ye Fengxing.
Not just women, but many men also admired him.
At this moment, Tang Xiaomin, the daughter the Tang family had lost for over a decade, had suddenly appeared and become Ye Fengxing's fiancée, naturally making her the target of many envious gazes, a thorn in their side.
They wished they could eliminate her and take her place.
Zhang Meiyu arrogantly paraded Tang Xiaomin around, as if afraid people wouldn't know about the engagement between the Tang and Ye families.
She was practically floating on air.
Several elegantly dressed socialites, appearing two or three years older than Tang Xiaomin, pointed at her with ill intentions.
"She's Young Master Ye's fiancée? She's nothing special."
"She even participated in some music show before. Could she be planning to debut as an entertainer?"
"What? That would be a disgrace to Young Master Ye. An entertainer can't be a daughter-in-law of a wealthy family."
"Look at her, her body doesn't seem fully developed yet, heehee..."
"Especially her eyes, as if someone owes her millions."
"I heard she was raised in the slums. No wonder she looks so bitter and resentful."
"Look at the shoes she's wearing. A country bumpkin is still a country bumpkin, even if she manages to fly onto a branch."
...
Hearing this, Zhang Meiyu's face turned green with anger.
She had told Tang Xiaomin long ago to change her shoes, but she refused.
Now that people were gossiping about her, she was furious.
"What my daughter wears is none of your business. Look at how sharp and mean your words are; you have no manners at all," Zhang Meiyu retorted without hesitation.
In this regard, Tang Xiaomin was quite similar to her.
Upon hearing this, one of the women in a red dress shot back, "Are we saying anything wrong? Or has it hit a nerve, making you angry?"
"She's dressed so plainly; it's as if she wants people to talk about her."
...
"You..."
Zhang Meiyu was so angry she wanted to hit someone.
Tang Xiaomin pulled her back.
"You don't need to worry about my affairs."
With that, Tang Xiaomin slowly walked up to the two women, her cold eyes falling on them, a cold smile curving her lips.
Without a word, she slapped each of them soundly.
*Slap!*
*Slap!*
The crisp sound of the slaps immediately made the surrounding people gasp, their mouths agape, and they inhaled sharply.
They stared at Tang Xiaomin with wide eyes, unable to believe it.
Why did she resort to violence without a word?
Her temper was too fiery!
After hitting them, Tang Xiaomin blew the dust off her hands.
"According to your logic, you openly insulted me to my face, so you were asking for a beating, weren't you?"
At this, the entire crowd inhaled sharply again.
She had the audacity to justify her actions after hitting them!
The woman in the red dress covered her face and said furiously, "Fine, you dare hit me? I'll go tell Young Master Ye right now and let him judge."
The woman turned to leave.
With a ripping sound.
Suddenly, her red dress was torn open.
One corner of the dress was caught by Tang Xiaomin's flat-soled shoe on the ground.
In her past life, it was this woman who had stepped on her dress, humiliating her.
Tang Xiaomin had not forgotten the mocking stares she received from everyone at the time.
She had also not forgotten this woman's face.
Now, she was retaliating in kind.
For this very purpose, she had deliberately worn flat shoes.
"Ah!"
The woman in the red dress let out a heartbroken scream, covering herself and crouching on the ground, unsure of what to do.
Because if she dared to move again, she would be exposed.
The onlookers, some with worried expressions, others smirking, created a lively scene.
Tang Xiaomin silently retracted her foot that had been stepping on her dress and said indifferently,
"You came out wearing such a long gown; weren't you asking for someone to step on it?"
Everyone: Holy cow...
What was this called?
It was blatant revenge, and she had doubled the payback.
Using the red-dressed woman's logic, she had retaliated fiercely.
The surrounding crowd let out a chorus of hisses.
This fiancée of the Ye family, the true daughter of the Tang family, was indeed not to be trifled with.
"Wuwuwu..."
The woman in the red dress cried out in distress, trying to adjust her dress while crying, fearing exposure.
Just then, a woman in a form-fitting light blue dress brought over a jacket and draped it over the red-dressed woman.
"Put this on first. Go to the back with my attendant to change into another one."
She also helped the woman in the red dress up from the ground.
This act of offering help in times of need garnered her a wave of goodwill from the surrounding crowd.
"It's Miss Nangong Shanshan, a relative of the Ye family, the pearl of the Nangong family."
"Not only is she beautiful, but she's also kind-hearted."
"Yes, everyone thought she and Young Master Ye were a perfect match, destined for each other. Who would have thought Tang Xiaomin would appear out of nowhere."
"Nangong Shanshan is twenty-three years old, while Tang Xiaomin is only nineteen. Compared to Miss Nangong, she's just a little girl, not on the same level at all."
"Exactly, their upbringing isn't on the same level either." Su Dan Novel Network
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Nangong Shanshan, twenty-three years old, was entrusted by the Nangong family with the great responsibility of marrying Ye Fengxing and becoming the young mistress of the Ye family.
This would consolidate the Nangong family's status in Modu.
A top socialite.
Fair-skinned and beautiful, with a hot figure, yet possessing a ladylike face, she looked like a lady from a prominent family at first glance.
After seeing the woman in the red dress off, Nangong Shanshan looked at Tang Xiaomin, who was wearing flat shoes and had her hair in a ponytail.
At nineteen, she was already poised and elegant, with proud and cold eyes. She was indeed a beautiful, icy beauty.
Frankly, she was not just an arrogant and overbearing girl who looked down on others.
She had silently snatched the man who was rightfully hers.
And she dared to hit someone at Old Master Ye's birthday banquet; she clearly had no brains.
Nangong Shanshan said unceremoniously, "Today is Grandpa Ye's birthday banquet. No one is allowed to cause trouble here, or I will have to 'escort' you out."
Nangong Shanshan's tone implied that she considered herself the hostess.
In her previous life, this woman had frantically pursued Ye Fengxing, chasing after him.
When Ye Fengxing refused to break off the engagement, this woman took out her anger on Tang Xiaomin.
They had a feud.