"Yun Ya, do you have any siblings?" An Ying asked. "No." Yun Ya replied. An Ying sighed disappointedly: "If only we had siblings, Yueyue, do you remember our promise when we were young? If we each had a boy and a girl, they would be betrothed. It’s a pity though; I ended up having a bratty son." Zhuang Xiyue laughed: "It was just a joke when we were young, not to be taken seriously." In fact, it was An Ying who always pushed for it; she herself never agreed. Later, An Ying did have a daughter, but by then Yan Nanmo was preparing to move to Jiangzhou, and An Ying wanted to betroth her daughter to Ah Song. She wasn’t foolish enough to arrange a child’s marriage, but when the child was two, the nanny took her out for a walk, and she was abducted by human traffickers. They haven’t found her all these years. Sure enough, An Ying said with some sadness: "If only my Nuannuan were still here...." She looked at Yun Ya and sighed: "She’d be about this age by now, too." "Alright, let’s not talk about the past anymore." Zhuang Xiyue interjected, stopping An Ying from continuing. Lin Shu smiled and changed the subject: "In three days, Lady Xiao is hosting a charity auction. Will you all be attending? I heard that this time, she’s auctioning off ’Love of the Enamored City.’ It seems she’s really going all out." "Love of the Enamored City?" Zhao Ling asked, surprised. Follow current novᴇls on novel※fire.net "That’s right, who knew ’Love of the Enamored City’ was in Lady Xiao’s possession? She’s spreading the word early to attract more participants; she’s really worried about her daughters’ marriages." Thinking of this, Zhao Ling looked at Zhuang Xiyue and asked: "Miss Xiao, if I remember correctly, is engaged to your family’s Seventh Master, right?" Xiao Ling’er and Yan Nangui’s engagement was settled long ago. Xiao Ling’er is twenty-four this year, and she’s at a suitable age for marriage, but neither family has mentioned it, and the marriage arrangement is just left hanging. "That’s right." Zhuang Xiyue stirred her coffee and asked in response: "Why do you ask?" Zhao Ling shook her head: "With Yan Nangui’s reputation, how could Lady Xiao bear to let her daughter marry him?" "Who knows." Zhuang Xiyue smiled. In fact, it was the Xiao Family who initially proposed the marriage. Considering Yan Nangui’s reputation, the Yan Family thought it would be hard to marry a socialite like Xiao Ling’er, so they agreed. "Xiao Ling’er has been studying abroad for years and should be coming back soon; the marriage with Lao Qi will likely be back on the agenda." As they chatted, Yun Ya sat quietly and obediently beside Zhuang Xiyue, endearing herself to the group of affluent women. Though her background was less than desirable, her appearance and temperament were truly extraordinary, and one had to admire Zhuang Xiyue’s discerning eye. Just then, another group of high-society women ascended from the second floor. The lead woman had her hair styled in an elaborate bun and wore a trendy floral-patterned qipao with a brown fox fur shawl, exuding an aura of elegance and nobility. "Isn’t that Feng Dai?" An Ying laughed. Feng Dai, Lady Ye, is also the chairman’s wife of Shenghua Group. Shenghua, having reached its current status, was already tightly intertwined with politics and had close ties with the Dongfang Family, which was no secret. Speaking of Feng Dai, she had some history with both Zhuang Xiyue and An Ying. Feng Dai came from a Family of Scholars; her parents were students of Zhuang Xiyue’s grandfather, and they were considered family friends. However, Feng Dai was ambitious and competitive, always wanting to compare with others, yet she could never surpass Zhuang Xiyue, becoming her implicit rival. Although Zhuang Xiyue never considered her a threat, later when the Feng Family fell due to political alignments, Feng Dai married the then-obscure Ye Wenyong. In just a few years, the Ye Family began to prosper and eventually became one of the leading conglomerates in the country. Feng Dai had already reached the pinnacle in her circle. Though both were in the Capital City, they moved in different circles and rarely interacted. Feng Dai also noticed Zhuang Xiyue and An Ying, her gaze lingering on the young girl beside Zhuang Xiyue, and she smiled even wider as she spoke a few words to those around her before walking towards their table. "Yueyue, Ah Ying, what a coincidence." Zhuang Xiyue smiled and said: "It’s quite a coincidence to meet here." Feeling Zhuang Xiyue’s tone of detachment, she wasn’t annoyed. Looking at Yun Ya, she smiled and asked: "This young lady seems familiar, which family’s socialite is she?" Yun Ya coldly laughed inside; did she not recognize her because she had ruined her own daughter’s face? She’s quite convincing. It’s been two years, and who knows what Ye Xiaoxiao’s face is like now.