This woman didn't know when she returned to the banquet hall. She was still wearing the qipao, her allure becoming more intense, like a flower that had been watered, blooming to its peak of splendor.
She seemed to be the kind of woman who could naturally draw the essence from men. The more experiences she had, the more captivating she became.
"Congratulations." Su Yan looked at her with a charming smile.
"Uh... thank you." Mu Yiliang replied.
Yan Sijue suddenly stepped forward, shielding Mu Yiliang behind him, and said to Su Yan, "You should go back to Grandpa now."
"Hehe... I'm just his mistress, what right do I have to stand by his side..." Su Yan laughed slightly self-deprecatingly, her gaze falling on the jewelry box in Mu Yiliang's hand, and a complicated expression crossed her face, "An heirloom, quite nice."
Yan Sijue raised an eyebrow, suddenly smirking sarcastically, "What, did you ever have designs on this set of jewelry? Do you think the Old Man would marry you?"
