The richest lady on the list only wants to retire and not play male broadcast

The party was held in a high-end private club, which was said to be opened by Wang Rui's friend.

As soon as Su Wan and Wang Rui entered the club, a receptionist came up to them and led the way.

This welcome party was said to be hosted by Wang Rui, but in reality it was just a matter of one word from him, and naturally someone else would rush to do the rest.

The Wang family is the richest family in Shanghai.

Wang Rui is the only male of the third generation of the Wang family, and many people want to please him.

If there is an opportunity to perform, I will naturally try my best to move forward.

Along the way, Su Wan saw many well-dressed men and women, some in groups of two or three, some alone, holding wine glasses, chatting and laughing.

The interior decoration of the club is extremely luxurious. In the center of the magnificent hall stands a huge crystal chandelier, which is dazzling.

The walls are covered with paintings by famous artists.

Led by the receptionist, Su Wan and Wang Rui arrived at the main venue of the party.

The melodious piano music lingers in the ears, and people gently sway their bodies to the rhythm.

In the dance floor, several pairs of men and women are dancing gracefully, and their graceful dance moves are pleasing to the eye.

Everything in the club changed instantly when Wang Rui appeared, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"Sister is here!" Su Mianmian's sweet voice echoed slowly in the venue.

The sound came from the exquisite piano placed in the center of the venue.

Su Mianmian was wearing a high-end white dress, with a calm expression on her face, and she slowly and gracefully stood up from the piano chair.

She walked slowly towards Su Wan, wearing a snow-white dress. The hem of her skirt fluttered gently in the wind, like a blooming lily, fresh and refined, yet charming and beautiful.

Su Wan's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and a barely perceptible displeasure crept up her eyebrows.

Wang Rui muttered softly in my ear: "Cousin, I didn't invite her here."

Wang Rui stared at Su Mianmian, his eyes seemed to penetrate Su Mianmian.

This was a welcome party he held specially for his real cousin, Su Wan!

But now, what is the meaning of this annoying Su Mianmian doing this?

Didn't she know who was the main character of this party? Was she deliberately trying to steal Su Wan's limelight?

"Don't shout, you can't afford her." Su Wan said indifferently.

"How dare you call yourself a sister here?" Wang Rui said with contempt and sarcasm in his tone.

"Wang Rui, why do you say that to Mianmian?" The flower-guarding messenger beside Su Mianmian spoke.

The flower protector has a good-looking male model figure, handsome features, and is gentle and elegant.

Zhong Tingyan came with Su Mianmian. At first, he did not agree with Su Mianmian coming, but after Su Mianmian's repeated persuasion, he finally compromised.

"Alright! Stop arguing. I can understand that my sister doesn't recognize me as her elder sister after all, I have occupied her position for so many years, but all this has already happened. I am sorry for the hurt I caused you before!"

"I heard that my sister was very talented in piano when she was young. I wonder if you have the honor to listen to her play a piece?"

Su Wan glanced at Su Mianmian and knew what she was planning.

Su Mianmian knew clearly that the original owner, Su Wan, had been tortured by her biological parents since she was a child, and that there was no chance for her to touch a piano in such a remote place. She was deliberately trying to embarrass Su Wan.

There were many people in the crowd who were there to watch the show. So what if the Wang family was the richest family in Shanghai?

Even the granddaughter was wrong.

Now, this fake guy has found a high-sounding excuse to slap the real daughter in the face at the real daughter's welcome party.

Wang Rui was so angry that he almost laughed after hearing what Su Mianmian said. He went up to her and wanted to scold her. He had been at odds with Su Mianmian since childhood.

He couldn't explain why he hated her. He just knew that when they first met, Su Mianmian inexplicably made him feel disgusted.

When he found out that Su Mianmian was just a fake, he finally knew where the problem lay.

It turned out that he and Su Mianmian had no blood relationship at all.

Wang Rui's eyes darkened: "Su Mianmian, if grandpa knew that you bullied your sister like this, you would be kicked out of the Wang family."

"Brother Rui, there are so many people here, please don't wrongly accuse me."

Su Wan looked at Su Mianmian who was acting in front of her and felt that she was just a clown.

"You just asked me if you are qualified to listen to me play the piano? I can assure you that you are not qualified."

As soon as Su Wan said this, everyone immediately started whispering.

"Sister, I know I owe you, and I have no right to do so, but you don't have to scold everyone here. This will make others think that the daughter of our Wang family is uneducated."

Su Mianmian started throwing dirty water on Su Wan whenever she got the chance.

"Of course you are not qualified. Everyone present here today is either the third generation of the rich, the second generation of the rich, or the descendants of a small family that depends on the Wang family for their livelihood. I am the first generation of the rich. Tell me, what qualifications do you have to listen to me play the piano?"

"What's more, such a thing as lowering one's status and playing the piano to please others is not something a rich lady like me would do. But you have been in the Wang family for so long, but you still can't wash away the poor and mean aura in your bones. "

The aura around Su Wan was so strong that it was suffocating. Her cold eyes slowly swept over everyone in the venue, causing the entire venue to fall into deathly silence.

Everyone felt a chill running up their spine, as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and they dared not move at all.

"You, you've gone too far." Su Mianmian said as she lay in Zhong Tingyan's arms and sobbed.

Zhong Tingyan felt so distressed when he saw Su Mianmian crying in his arms.

"You're going too far. Your childhood experiences had nothing to do with Su Mianmian. Why do you have to say such harsh words?"

Su Wan glanced at Zhong Tingyan and said slowly, "Instead of caring about others, you might as well pay more attention to your own body. Su Mianmian is pregnant, did you know? Although she is your fiancée, the child is not yours."

When Zhong Tingyan heard Su Wan's words, his face turned red with anger: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Tsk, tsk, you don't know your own physical condition, do you?"

"Or maybe you already knew you couldn't have children, and Su Mianmian's pregnancy just happened to be something you were happy to see. You reported it to her like this, so you didn't intend to be the scapegoat, did you?"

"Wow—"

The upper-class spectators in the venue began to discuss the matter.

"Oh my god, what news is this?"

"Zhong Tingyan can't, can't have children? What does that mean?"

"Mom, I hope I won't be silenced soon!"

At this moment, some people from small families have begun to sneak out of the venue. Although melons are delicious, not all melons can be eaten.

They dared not listen to family secrets like this, especially since the source of the gossip was the grandson of the richest man in the country.