Sang Ran smiled at the sight of the approaching maid.
"We’re all old acquaintances. There’s no need for the main hall. Please ask them to the side hall instead, and prepare some tea and snacks along the way, so we can have a chat."
Although the side hall paled in comparison to the majestic and spacious main hall, it offered better privacy.
The maid nodded.
Sang Ran visited the restroom before heading to the side hall.
Upon entering, Ye Feifei immediately stood up impatiently.
"Xiao Ran, why have you only just arrived? The main hall was perfectly fine to sit in, yet you insist on making me come to this side hall."
Without acknowledging her, Sang Ran naturally sat at the head seat and took a sip of floral tea at her side.
After setting down her teacup, she finally looked up at Ye Feifei: "Feifei, when can you change this impetuous temperament of yours?"
"What... what do you mean?"
Ye Feifei looked at Sang Ran, not understanding.
Sang Ran didn’t explain.
But Wen Qing, who was beside her, understood it all too well.
From the switch to the side hall to the usually submissive Sang Ran taking the head seat instead of sitting beside her aunt as before, it was a clear show of authority.
It must be related to the gathering today.
Wen Qing thought for a moment and then pulled Ye Feifei to sit down.
She then chuckled lightly: "Xiao Ran, could there be some misunderstanding?"
Sang Ran no longer beat around the bush, furrowing her brows: "Aunt, it was you who sent Second Madam over today, wasn’t it?"
"Where did you get that idea? Her feet are on her body, how could she go wherever she pleases at my bidding?"
Wen Qing casually prodded at the fruit plate with a fruit fork, her tone particularly nonchalant.
Sang Ran held her tea, glanced at her, and spoke calmly: "That’s good to hear. But with the old man’s anger causing illness, my dad is definitely going to investigate thoroughly. In the future, you can’t order anyone from the Sang Family around anymore, just to avoid any misunderstanding."
A clatter.
The fork in Wen Qing’s hand dropped onto the plate.
A flash of malice passed through her eyes, but she suppressed it when looking at Sang Ran.
"Xiao Ran, what do you mean by that? Don’t you trust me?"
"Aunt, this is a decision made by my dad and my brother."
Gently placing down her teacup, Sang Ran’s tone was very gentle but the words she spoke were so weighty that even Wen Qing had no rebuttal.
Though the Wen Family may not compare to the Sang Family, Wen Qing was different.
A large reason for this was that her words carried weight in the Sang Family.
After this incident, it had drawn a line between her and the Sang Family.
Wen Qing grasped the armrest, still unable to calm her anger after a long while.
It was Ye Feifei who couldn’t contain herself and stood up.
"Xiao Ran, even if it’s President Wen who really did this, isn’t it for you? Who is Lin Zhiyi? She’s nothing but a bastard! If her mother hadn’t used some tricks to ingratiate herself with Second Young Master, could she be on equal footing with us? How does she deserve Mr. Sang? Besides, she’s also secretly been with Third Young Master..."
"Feifei! I am about to get married to Third Young Master, please stop making baseless claims." Sang Ran warned, "Whether you do this for me or for some other reason, I prefer not to ask."
She lifted her gaze, staring at them. Despite usually being delicate, she was, after all, the daughter of the Sang Family.
Furthermore, she was Gong Chen’s junior classmate.
Most of their university peers were heirs to various families.
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