At that moment, the enormous living room of the Ruan residence was extremely lively. For those informed, they knew everyone was there to see Ruan Zeyan's new wife. For those who didn't know, it looked like a cocktail party.
People were dressed in their most glamorous and exquisite clothing, as if it was a beauty pageant and everyone was trying to win. The conversations were also full of comparisons with each other and the fear to be deemed inferior was clear among the chatter.
Madame Ruan was sitting right in the middle of the sofa. As the head of the family, her status was undoubtedly the highest, making her the object of everyone's flatteries.
The fourth, fifth, and seventh grandfathers sat beside Madame Ruan. The four of them were chatting, and the juniors around them would insert a few words from time to time. The atmosphere was rather harmonious.
