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Zhao's lips trembled slightly, and the embarrassment and pain that were difficult to express flowed in her eyes. After hesitating for a long time, she murmured: "It was me... I chose not to live with them..."

Ran He's smile was mixed with some complicated emotions: "Since it is your decision, then please go back, Auntie. I hope you can think it over carefully."

Seeing Ran He about to turn around and leave, Zhao's anxiety poured out like a flood: "Actually, it's them...they think that I, an old man, am redundant and an eyesore..."

Her tone was full of self-blame and bitterness.

Ran He stopped abruptly, his eyes sharp, as if he wanted to see through all the hypocritical masks: "Do they take the responsibility of supporting you on weekdays?"

Zhao's answer was full of contradictions and bitterness, a kind of helplessness forced by life: "Sometimes they give me some food, but their lives are not easy. I am old and can't eat much, and I don't want to add to their burden."

There was a hint of irony in Ran He's smile, and her words were direct and sharp: "It is the parents' fault if the children are not taught. Your over-indulgence is the result of today. Even now, you still fail to realize this."

Confusion and helplessness flashed across Zhao's eyes. She said in an almost begging tone, "If this is my fault, then please punish me alone. Please have mercy and let my children go."

Just as she was about to kneel down again, Ran He had already made a decision, and a battle between responsibility and family affection came to an end quietly.

As Yan Shisan's figure disappeared at the end of the path, Xichun tried to persuade the mother who was stuck in the quagmire without knowing it in the most gentle way: "Auntie, adulthood means taking responsibility, and they must bear their own mistakes. Your protection will only make them go further and further on the wrong path."

Zhao's answer was full of a mother's deep and complex love for her children: "You won't understand, my child. No matter how big a mistake they make, in my eyes, they will always be my children. When you become a mother one day, you will understand my feelings..."

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on everyone, reflecting all aspects of human life.

In this story full of entanglements, everyone's choices silently tell the price of love and growth.

The young master of the Zhang family sneered, his eyebrows full of disdain, "When did our Zhang family fall to the point of having to sit in the side seats? Tell them, either come down and give me a seat, or I will go up and invite them myself."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in Zuixianlou froze instantly, and the diners cast curious yet fearful glances at him.

Ran Heyan raised her eyebrows slightly, and did not seem angry at the sudden disturbance. Instead, she seemed particularly calm.

She whispered to Wu Xu beside her, "It seems that tonight's banquet will be more lively than expected."

Wu Xu smiled slightly, his eyes showing some understanding, and then replied in a low voice: "If that's the case, then let our guests see the true grace and magnanimity."

Ran Heyan stood up slowly. Her movements were graceful, and every step revealed calmness and dignity.

She walked slowly towards the stairs and looked down at the young master of the Zhang family and his group who were about to go upstairs.

The entire second floor seemed to be still, and only her gentle but powerful voice could be heard: "Sir, what can I do for you? The second floor has indeed been reserved by us, but if you are willing, we can share this place. After all, harmony brings wealth, and there is no need to ruin harmony over such a small matter."

The young master of the Zhang family was stunned when he heard the words. He obviously didn't expect to be treated so politely. His face flushed slightly, but he still said stubbornly: "Humph, since the madam said so, then we will respectfully obey your order. But, don't blame our Zhang family for being generous and stealing your limelight."

With the addition of the Zhang family, the originally spacious second floor suddenly seemed a bit crowded.

The young master of the Zhang family deliberately chose to sit at the table next to Ran Heyan. His intention was obvious: he wanted to overwhelm the other party with his momentum.

However, Ran Heyan seemed unaware of it and continued to smile. She personally added bowls and chopsticks to the new guests. Her demeanor revealed an indescribable friendliness that warmed the hearts of everyone present.

As the night deepened, the lights in Zuixian Tower were brightly lit, and the sounds of laughter and conversation intertwined into a harmonious melody.

Although there was some unpleasantness at first, with Ran Heyan's proper handling, the atmosphere gradually returned to a relaxed and pleasant state.

Even the originally arrogant young master of the Zhang family was unconsciously infected by this warmth, and his tone became much more easy-going.

This banquet not only laid a good foundation for the upcoming cooperation, but also allowed the villagers to see a different side of Ran Heyan's family - they are not only rich and generous, but also have a broad mind to tolerate everything.

And this night became a legend passed down by word of mouth among the villagers.

These two words, like the piercing thunder, instantly aroused the raging anger in the heart of the young master of the Zhang family.

He swung his arm, and with a gust of wind, a loud slap landed heavily on the waiter's face. The force was so great that even the air seemed to be buzzing.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly who I am. Whose dignity are you insulting by asking me to sit in the side seat?"

His voice was filled with unparalleled arrogance.

The burning pain quickly spread across the waiter's cheeks, but he just clenched his teeth and forced a smile, his eyes flashing with helplessness and humility.

"Master Zhang, please calm down. I am not good at speaking."

There was a tremor in his voice as he tried his best to maintain his final respect.

"Get away from me."

Young Master Zhang pushed him away impatiently, his tone full of disdain and disgust, "I want to see what kind of immortal is able to enjoy such treatment here."

His words were like sharp arrows, piercing through layer after layer of wooden boards, faintly reaching every corner of the second floor, leaving behind a series of echoes.

Afterwards, the young master of the Zhang family led a group of dandy young men who were dressed gorgeously and behaved frivolously, and climbed up the stairs to the second floor laughing and joking.

What caught their eyes were several tables of ordinary people wearing coarse linen clothes and with weather-beaten faces.

This scene made them suddenly stunned, and a hint of contempt and disdain flashed in their eyes involuntarily.

"Haha, is this what you call a VIP?!"

One of the dudes sneered in an incredulous tone, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"I don't know which mountain valley this bumpkin came from, but he dares to call himself a VIP of Zuixianlou. It seems that the threshold of Zuixianlou is getting lower and lower, and any small fish can come in."

The other person spoke with undisguised sarcasm, his words full of naked contempt.

"The smell of this dirt is simply a desecration of this holy place."

Some people even covered their noses in an exaggerated manner, as if they smelled an unbearable stench.

The people from Majia Village blushed with shame under this series of ridicule and humiliation.