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"Miss, you can't say that. You shouldn't accuse others of marrying into wealthy families just for the sake of it. Li Xiyun and Jiyue must truly love each other," a middle-aged woman among the bride's relatives spoke up.
Zhao Xinrong glanced at the middle-aged woman and disdainfully replied, "And who are you to Li Xiyun? Just by looking at you, it's clear you're not someone of status. Even though you're wearing an evening gown, you look utterly out of place. This is not a venue for people like you. I'll be honest: a wild chicken may perch on a branch, but it will always remain a wild chicken, never becoming a phoenix."
"How can you speak so harshly? Is this how a young lady from a wealthy family behaves?" The middle-aged woman frowned and reprimanded her.
Perhaps feeling that she had endured enough, the middle-aged woman vented her frustration.
"And you think you have the right to criticize me? My upbringing is something you could never comprehend," Zhao Xinrong retorted. Her mood was already sour tonight; she had expected Li Xiyun's poor relatives to be easy targets, but who would have thought they would dare to talk back?
"What a shrew!" the middle-aged woman muttered in dissatisfaction.
"How dare you insult me?" Zhao Xinrong shouted in anger.
Seeing her furious expression, the middle-aged woman felt a bit intimidated and fell silent.
"Not only should she be insulted, but she should also be slapped," Jiang Chen, who was standing nearby, suddenly interjected.
Hearing the young man's words, Zhao Xinrong turned pale with rage.
"Heh, do you dare to hit me? I doubt you have the guts," Zhao Xinrong stepped forward, leaning in close to Jiang Chen, challenging him with her gaze.
"Hitting you? I wouldn't even need to lift a finger," Jiang Chen replied with a smile. Ding Yan, thinking Jiang Chen wanted her to take action, was about to spring into action when she was stopped by his glance.
"What do you mean by that?" Zhao Xinrong glared at Jiang Chen, sensing something different about him, though she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. The beautiful woman beside Jiang Chen, exuding an extraordinary presence and seemingly radiating an aura of danger, made Zhao Xinrong hesitate to act recklessly.
Instead of answering her, Jiang Chen turned his attention toward the entrance as if waiting for someone.
After a while, two figures appeared at the door.
It was Lin Shuang and Lin Rumei! The Lin family was also well-known figures on Hong Kong Island, and Lin Rumei was one of the top ten socialites there, naturally invited to this event.
Upon seeing Lin Rumei, Zhao Xinrong couldn't help but smirk. "What are you staring at? Lin Rumei is my friend. She hates it when men look at her like that; be careful she doesn't gouge out your eyes."
"I think she wouldn't dare," Jiang Chen chuckled lightly.
"Heh, wouldn't dare? You’re just a local; you probably don't even know her background. She is the young lady of our Kong Island Qinghe Society. How dare someone like you entertain thoughts about her? You're just like a lazy frog dreaming of eating swan meat," Zhao Xinrong scoffed.
"Cough cough, young man, you're also from the mainland. I suggest you let it go and not argue with Miss Zhao. She's right; our statuses are indeed worlds apart," the bride's father stepped forward to mediate.
"Yes, young man, mind your words. This isn't your home turf; be careful not to ruin our celebration," the bride's mother added. She was the type who bullied the weak and feared the strong; believing that people from Hong Kong Island were inherently superior, she chose to silently endure Zhao Xinrong's humiliation while feeling dissatisfied with Jiang Chen for trying to defend them, fearing it would bring trouble upon herself.
"I'm just trying to help you out; this isn't being indiscreet," Jiang Chen glanced at the bride's mother and said calmly.
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