Everyone thought that the previous argument between Meng Peiyu and Fang Yuan was just a petty quarrel. But no one could have imagined that Fang Yuan would be so magnanimous as to invite Wen Baozhu here.
Facing the suddenly-appearing Wen Baozhu, everyone was extremely curious.
However, adhering to the noble status of socialites and rich ladies, and being unable to discern Fang Yuan's true attitude, no one took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Wen Baozhu.
Most people's attention was focused on Fang Yuan.
"Yuan Yuan looks so gorgeous today."
"I thought I wouldn't see you today. You must be very busy preparing for your wedding recently."
"Is that dress a limited edition? I like it so much too, but it looks even more beautiful on you."
"..."
Amidst all the flattery and compliments, Fang Yuan's vanity reached its peak.
In contrast, Wen Baozhu sat alone in the corner, sipping tea. No one cared about her feelings.
The feeling of being ignored must be unpleasant.
When Fang Yuan was feeling smug, she cast a haughty glance at Wen Baozhu, hoping to see discomfort and embarrassment on her face.
However, there was none.
Wen Baozhu looked very relaxed. She was savoring the afternoon tea prepared by the hotel for them. There was not a trace of embarrassment on her face.
It was as if she didn't feel isolated at all.
In fact, Wen Baozhu could, of course, feel Fang Yuan's deliberate ignoring of her. However, she didn't really care.
On the contrary, she actually enjoyed this time of solitude.
Fang Yuan gritted her teeth secretly, annoyed and irritated that she hadn't been able to humiliate Wen Baozhu.
"Baozhu!" Fang Yuan called out loudly, uttering Wen Baozhu's name.
Wen Baozhu, who had been left in the cold in the corner, was suddenly mentioned. Several pairs of eyes suddenly focused on her, and she immediately felt a bit uncomfortable.
Putting down the teacup in her hand, she nodded slightly with a smile. The doctor had advised her to wear only light makeup during pregnancy.
She really hadn't worn any makeup today, only pressed on some powder and put on light lipstick. Her fair face was extremely clean, and she looked extremely gentle.
"I said I'd introduce you to everyone, but I forgot in a blink of an eye." Fang Yuan naturally put her arm around Wen Baozhu. "This is Wen Baozhu, Mr. Fu Nian's fiancée."
Everyone nodded and looked at Wen Baozhu.
Unconsciously, they remembered the paparazzi's reports and shifted their gazes to her belly.
"I heard that Miss Wen is pregnant. Is it true?" A woman who had been silent on the left side suddenly spoke up loudly.
Wen Baozhu was taken aback and turned to look.
The woman was wearing a figure-hugging long dress. Her features were bright and charming, with a very flamboyant appearance. Her look at Wen Baozhu was meaningful.
"Miss Wen is really lucky," Meng Peiyu covered her mouth and snickered. "You're getting married and having a baby. Can you manage it all?"
This way of asking was obviously aggressive. Anyone would feel uncomfortable.
However, Wen Baozhu defused it very gently. She smiled and said, "Most things are arranged by A Nian's people. I'm just a hands-off boss. It's quite comfortable."
Meng Peiyu was momentarily embarrassed, seemingly not expecting her to be so calm.
She had thought Wen Baozhu would be aggressive.
Looking across the whole of Hong Kong, whether it was a legal wife or a mistress, as long as they could get involved with a powerful and wealthy family or marry into a rich family, which one wasn't domineering and couldn't bear a bit of grievance?
Especially the Fu family.
But Wen Baozhu's docility was beyond her imagination.
She coughed twice and changed her attitude and tone. "I didn't mean anything else. I'm just curious."
"A lot of people are curious about me," Wen Baozhu continued to smile. "I don't mind. You don't have to take it to heart."
She was so magnanimous that Meng Peiyu felt even more uncomfortable.
Damn it.
The originally tense atmosphere was so skillfully defused by Wen Baozhu's calmness.
Meng Peiyu crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned to look at Fang Yuan. "People are different. No wonder Mr. Fu has good taste."
Everyone knew very well whether the "Mr. Fu" in this remark referred to Fu Lian or Fu Nian.
Fang Yuan had originally been watching the show, but suddenly the fire burned back on her. Her face instantly darkened.
In fact, everyone was also observing the situation. Sensing that Wen Baozhu was not a difficult person to get along with, one by one, their curiosity was piqued.
Wen Baozhu, who had been ignored at first, suddenly became the center of attention.
At first, they just asked some ordinary and common topics, but soon they realized that she didn't have the airs of a rich lady, and one by one, they couldn't help chatting with her.
One reason was curiosity, and the other was flattery.
The paparazzi had made such a big fuss before, but the Fu family had never come out to clarify. It was enough to show that the child in Wen Baozhu's belly was special.
Everyone had their own calculations in mind.
If the child Wen Baozhu was carrying was really Fu Lian's, then no one knew who the future Mrs. Fu would be.
Making connections in advance was also paving the way for their own future.
However, Fang Yuan, who had originally been the center of attention, was unconsciously excluded to the very edge.
Her face looked extremely ugly.
She had thought she could humiliate Wen Baozhu, this country bumpkin, but unexpectedly, these rich ladies and socialites were even more opportunistic.
They were all old foxes. How could she not know what was on their minds?
Wen Baozhu was just a gilded cheapskate. These stupid people simply couldn't see the situation clearly!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Ashamed and indignant, she decided to leave with a flick of her sleeve.
However, ironically, no one noticed her, and no one even tried to stop her.
By the time Wen Baozhu came to her senses, Fang Yuan was nowhere to be found.
She was a bit surprised and kept looking around in the crowd, thinking that she had just gone to the restroom temporarily.
Meng Peiyu walked up to her at this moment, carrying her bag and sitting on one side. "Are you looking for Fang Yuan?"
Since Fang Yuan was not present, even the flattering address was omitted.
Wen Baozhu was first taken aback, then recognized the lady who had been sarcastic at the beginning. "Hello. Have you seen her?"
"Her?" Meng Peiyu sneered. "She's already left in a huff. She's probably home by now. You should be careful of her snitching."
Left in a huff?
Wen Baozhu didn't understand the meaning of this remark and wanted to ask more, but Meng Peiyu had already subtly changed the topic. "Big shot, I haven't introduced myself to you yet."
"Meng Peiyu. You can call me Ah May in the future."
Wen Baozhu nodded. "My name is..."
"Everyone says you're a big shot. You don't need to introduce your name, do you?"
Meng Peiyu shrugged. "Wen Baozhu. Has anyone ever told you that your name is so tacky?"
Wen Baozhu: "..."
Sure enough, she was not easy to deal with.
"It is tacky, but I like it very much," Wen Baozhu was very candid and didn't deny it. "This is the name my grandma gave me. She said that when my mom was pregnant with me, she had a dream that she saw a big clam shell. She thought there would be a precious treasure inside, but when she opened it, it was a baby girl."
As if remembering the way her grandma told the story at that time, the expression on Wen Baozhu's face also softened. "So, she named me Baozhu."
She said self-deprecatingly, "I can't compare with these socialite ladies, but in my grandma's eyes, I'll always be her precious pearl. That's enough."
Meng Peiyu paused for a moment, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. "You really know how to make people feel guilty, Wen Baozhu."
She was so gentle that she could defuse others' malice so subtly.
Meng Peiyu felt a bit pity for her.
Such a person, marrying into the wealthy Fu family, she didn't know if she would be eaten up until there was nothing left.
She didn't know what kind of mood she was in. Maybe it was because she wanted to disgust Fang Yuan, or maybe for some other reason.
Meng Peiyu took the initiative to propose to exchange contact information with Wen Baozhu.
Wen Baozhu was extremely surprised.
Although a group of socialites had been chatting with her just now, Wen Baozhu could read the superficial flattery.
Only Meng Peiyu was a very straightforward person.
"I'll invite you out for shopping some time. It's really boring to play with them."
Meng Peiyu waved her phone. "Don't misunderstand. My family asked me to get on good terms with the Fu family."
Wen Baozhu wanted to ask if Fang Yuan wasn't a more suitable person.
Meng Peiyu guessed what was on her mind and pouted. "I hate Fang Yuan the most. It would be better to let me die than to get on good terms with her."
Her straightforwardness made Wen Baozhu can't help but want to laugh.
Seeing her trying hard not to laugh, Meng Peiyu said, "If you want to laugh, just laugh. I won't snitch on you."
"Also, don't think I don't know. You don't like Fang Yuan either," Meng Peiyu raised her eyebrows and glanced at her.
Caught out, the smile on Wen Baozhu's face gradually faded.
Meng Peiyu pressed on. "Isn't that right?"