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"Miss, you can't say that. You shouldn't claim that others are marrying into wealthy families just to elevate their status. Li Xiyun and Jiyue must truly be in love," a middle-aged woman among the bride's relatives spoke up.
Zhao Xinrong glanced at the woman with disdain and replied, "And who are you to Li Xiyun? Just by looking at you, it's clear you're not someone of any standing. Even though you're wearing an evening gown, you still look utterly uncouth. This is not a place for people like you. Let me be frank: a wild chicken may perch on a branch, but it will never become a phoenix."
"How can you speak so harshly? Do you have no manners as a daughter of a wealthy family?" The middle-aged woman frowned and scolded her.
Perhaps feeling overwhelmed, the woman needed to vent her frustration.
"How dare you criticize me? My upbringing is something you could never comprehend." Zhao Xinrong was already in a foul mood that night, having thought that Li Xiyun's poor relatives would be easy to bully, but she never expected them to dare retort.
"What a shrew!" the middle-aged woman said in dissatisfaction.
"How dare you insult me?" Zhao Xinrong shouted angrily.
Seeing her fury, the middle-aged woman felt somewhat intimidated and fell silent.
"Not only should she be scolded, but she should also be slapped," Jiang Chen, who was nearby, suddenly interjected.
Hearing the young man speak up, Zhao Xinrong's face turned pale with anger.
"Oh? You think you can hit me? I’ll give you the courage, but you still wouldn’t dare," Zhao Xinrong stepped forward, leaning closer to Jiang Chen, looking at him provocatively.
"Hitting you? Why would I need to lift a finger?" Jiang Chen replied with a smile. Upon hearing this, Ding Yan thought he wanted her to take action and was eager to jump in, but she was quickly stopped by Jiang Chen's glance.
"What do you mean by that?" Zhao Xinrong glared at him, sensing something different about him, though she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. The beautiful woman beside Jiang Chen, exuding an extraordinary presence and seemingly radiating an aura of danger, made Zhao Xinrong hesitate to act recklessly.
Instead of answering her, Jiang Chen looked toward the entrance as if waiting for someone.
After a while, two figures appeared at the door.
It was Lin Shuang and Lin Rumei! The Lin family were prominent figures on Hong Kong Island, and Lin Rumei was one of the top ten socialites there; naturally, she had been invited to this event.
Seeing Lin Rumei arrive, Zhao Xinrong couldn't help but smirk. "What are you staring at? Lin Rumei is my friend; she hates it when men look at her like that. Be careful she doesn't gouge your eyes out."
"I think she's too scared to do anything," Jiang Chen chuckled lightly.
"Oh really? You think she's scared? You’re just an outsider; you probably don’t even know her status. She’s the heiress of our Kong Island Qinghe Society. Who do you think you are to have any thoughts about her? You're just a frog dreaming of eating swan meat," Zhao Xinrong scoffed dismissively.
"Cough cough, young man, you're also from the mainland. I suggest you let it go and not argue with Miss Zhao. She has a point; we do have different statuses here," the bride's father stepped forward to mediate.
"Yes, young man, watch your words. This isn’t the mainland; be careful not to stir up trouble and ruin our celebration," the bride's mother added. She was the type who bullied the weak and feared the strong; feeling that people from Hong Kong Island were inherently superior, she chose to silently endure Zhao Xinrong's insults while feeling dissatisfied with Jiang Chen for trying to help them out of concern for being implicated herself.
"I'm trying to help you here; this isn't just speaking without thinking," Jiang Chen glanced at the bride's mother and said calmly.
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