First, calm her mother down before anything else. Lady Meng smiled, "I understand, you may leave now." Meng Junci walked away reluctantly, glancing back every few steps. Lady Meng sat for a moment, then got up to make a phone call. "Yan Ke has a fiancée? How come I haven’t heard about this?" As soon as Meng Shujing heard her sister-in-law’s words, she expressed surprise. "Ah Ci said Yan Ke admitted it himself. You didn’t know either?" This is strange; what is Zhuang Xiyue up to? "Well, it’s possible. Yan Ke grew up in Jiangzhou, and maybe the third sister-in-law made a childhood engagement for him at some point. But all these years, she really did keep it a secret." "This is most likely true. That third sister-in-law is as cunning as a monkey. Using Yan Ke’s marriage as a way to shut people up, but she can’t control Yan Song’s marriage. The other day I mentioned it to Old Master Yan. He didn’t agree, but he didn’t oppose it either. I think there’s a chance. You better tell Ah Ci to focus on other things instead of being fixated on Yan Ke." Meng Junci walked out of the room, and as she lifted her gaze, she saw a tall figure walking in from outside the living room, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. "You better not let Mom see you. Go back to your room quickly." The man was very handsome, with a kind of delicate beauty, and upon hearing her, he hummed lightly, "You little ingrate! Your brother hasn’t treated you badly, right? Yet you’re always making a fuss. Huh, are you upset? Who bullied you?" While speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight. Meng Junci glanced sideways at him, then turned around and went back to her room. Meng Jungu, her full-blooded brother, defied the path their mother planned for him and instead joined the entertainment industry, which their mother despises. He didn’t use the family’s influence and remained an unnoticed actor for years, which infuriated their mother. She found her brother excessive, but at the same time, she envied him for his unrestrained rebellion against their mother, something she could never do. Returning to her room, she lay on the bed tossing and turning, her mind constantly replaying Yan Ke’s words. If he really has a fiancée, what should she do? She thought hard without any clear conclusion, irritatedly ruffling her hair, deciding she’d find out by Old Master Yan’s birthday. Just as she was about to fall asleep, a call suddenly woke her up. The caller was Huo Chanyi. "I forgot to tell you something earlier. There’s an event tomorrow hosted by the Fangyuan Society, initiated by Dongfang Yi. God knows what she’s plotting; keep an eye out." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel⦿fire.net The Fangyuan Society is a Capital City-based club established spontaneously by socialites, focusing on arts like music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, and tea. Mostly daughters of affluent families belong to it, and being part of it is prestigious. Meng Junci is one of them, with the club divided into several factions, led by Dongfang Yi, followed by Jiang Hanbi, then her and Xiao Bao’er, severely cliquish, largely influenced by their family backgrounds. "I think she’s heard about your rumored engagement to Yan Song and is deliberately causing you trouble. Maybe you should skip it tomorrow," said Huo Chanyi, whose family depends on the Meng Family, genuinely considering Meng Junci’s interests. "Hmph, intentionally leaving me out, clearly disregarding me. If you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known. Why shouldn’t I go? People would think I’m afraid of her." Meng Junci declared with determination. "Alright, I’ll go with you tomorrow then." Yan Ke had just opened the door when a gentle female voice came from inside: "Is it Gege returning home?" Yan Ke changed his shoes and walked inside. The woman sat under the light, adding a touch of ethereal beauty. Yan Ke smiled, walked over, and flopped onto the sofa, hugging the woman’s arm playfully: "Mom, waiting for me on purpose?" "Yes, your father is working overtime tonight, and it’s just me at home, can’t sleep," the woman tenderly stroked the boy’s short hair. "Dad’s career is growing, but the time he spends with you is decreasing. Humph, it was better in Jiangzhou. Although he was just a mayor, he joined us for dinner every evening. Now, we barely see him every few days." "To gain something, you must lose something. The heavens are always fair," the woman said with a hint of resignation, then changed the topic. "Did you eat dinner? Shall I ask the kitchen to make you a supper?"