Yun Yuwan immediately let go of her hand.
The Director Zhu opposite them didn't find it strange at all.
In this vanity fair, it was very common to see men flanked by canaries.
Even more ostentatious in private, there were plenty who talked business with women sitting in their laps.
Seeing her finally react,
Wen Yangzhi glanced down at her indifferently.
Jiang Jianqing was also shrewd, and deliberately said, "Yangzhi, I will take your sister to meet some peers."
It was only then that Director Zhu realized.
The girl in the arms of Director Wen was the daughter of the Wen Family, not some random woman.
Luckily, he hadn't made any jokes about Director Wen, or else it would have been troublesome.
With a delayed reaction, he took a deep breath of relief.
That was close.
Yun Yuwan was led away by Jiang Jianqing, who chuckled lightly, "I didn't expect you to be so close to Yangzhi."
She was distracted and kept looking back at Wen Yangzhi, saying with reluctance, "I want to stay with my brother."
Jiang Jianqing followed her gaze to where Wen Yangzhi was talking business with Director Zhu.
He was genuinely a bit surprised.
Yun Yuwan complained softly, "If it wasn't for the fact that my brother was coming, I wouldn't have wanted to attend at all."
Jiang Jianqing had never expected Yun Yuwan and Wen Yangzhi to be so close behind the scenes.
He had thought...
"You two are so close, this is really the first time I'm aware of it," he admitted.
Yun Yuwan was brimming with confidence, believing that Wen Yangzhi was discussing official matters and it wasn't good for others to see. She crossed her arms, her doe eyes feigning anger yet playful, "My brother likes me very much."
Jiang Jianqing couldn't help but chuckle at her cuteness, asking, "Are you certain of that?"
Yun Yuwan stated emphatically, her head held high, "He likes me more than you imagine."
Of course, Jiang Jianqing, who was familiar with Wen Yangzhi's temperament, took her words with a grain of salt.
It was true there was some brother-sister affection, and he wouldn't be irritated by such trifles, but to say he very much liked this sister was sheer fantasy.
Wen Yangzhi had a detached temperament and found it difficult to become deeply attached to people.
Even Jiang Jianqing had become a close friend only because they had known each other from childhood.
Let alone a sister who initially harbored hostility towards him.
How much could Yangzhi possibly dote on her?
But Jiang Jianqing didn't say much, only amiably introduced her to a few peers.
Hearing that she was the daughter of Wen Bank, everyone was friendly, but they were curious as to why they had never heard that the Wen Family had a daughter. Upon hearing the surname, there was an almost imperceptible pause.
So she was the fake princess.
Jiang Jianqing was called away on some business, leaving Yun Yuwan standing alone among a group of strangers.
Suddenly, a slender arm wrapped around her neck, "Guess who I am."
The voice was deliberately lowered, sounding like an upspeak, but Yun Yuwan still recognized it.
"I guess you're a big rhesus monkey."
Lin Chu immediately cursed as she dragged her away, "Who's a big rhesus monkey."
Nearby, a few people gathered together looking over in Yun Yuwan's direction.
"Look, the fake princess is here."
At that moment, Lin Chu was showing off a cake while her agent was away, with Yun Yuwan in a mint green silk fishtail dress standing by, watching her show off.
Compared to the last gown she wore, this dress went even better with the Night-blooming Cestrum green gemstone necklace, yet she wasn't wearing it. Wasn't that an open admission that the necklace wasn't hers, and that she had only borrowed it from Aunt Qin last time to make a show at the event?
A few people exchanged knowing glances without saying a word.
A girl with a teardrop mole under one eye provocatively stirred the pot.
She sauntered over and, next to Yun Yuwan, she picked up a glass of champagne and said in a seemingly offhand manner:
"Only those without money to buy jewelry dress up in gowns and wear fresh flowers as if this were a dance in Europe last century. Do they think wearing fresh flowers won't be talked about? Miss Yun's sense of fashion truly stands out from the crowd."
Yun Yuwan looked up and recognized her from the dance party they had attended before.
But her words were clearly barbed, just like last time. She was the only one who spoke in this jeering tone.
Yun Yuwan wasn't angry, instead, she replied with a charming smile, "May I know your name? We didn't have the chance to exchange names last time."
Zhu Nongzhang's demeanor was condescending, her brightly colored lips curling up:
"Zhu Nongzhang. My father is Zhu Dongfeng, and his company, Zhu Life Insurance, has quite a few dealings with Wen Bank."
The financial industry is divided into banking, securities, insurance, trust, leasing, and so forth, with insurance being a major player.
Especially Zhu Life Insurance Group, which ranks among the top ten domestically.
Wen Bank belongs to the Wen Family, and Zhu Life Insurance to the Zhu Family—both are very prestigious.
However, what Yun Yuwan was focused on was not this.
Zhu Nongzhang—Nongzhang is a phrase that implies the joy of having a son, while the joy of having a daughter is referred to differently.
But on second thought, Yun Yuwan considered that a group as large as Zhu Life Insurance wouldn't be so old-fashioned. The name didn't necessarily have to be associated with preferring sons over daughters—Zhang was also a good character.
Yun Yuwan smiled slowly:
"Doesn't Miss Zhu know that today's event invited children who have received aid? When we embrace them, should we wear conspicuously expensive jewelry that makes the kids nervous or confidently hug the children without such worries?"
Zhu Nongzhang scoffed.
What kind of reasoning was that?
The intent look in Yun Yuwan's eyes landed on Zhu Nongzhang's ostentatious gemstone necklace:
"Even Mrs. Chen, who organized the event, made a point of not wearing any jewelry at all. If someone's fashion sense is truly different from everyone else's, I'm afraid it's you, Miss Zhu."
Zhu Nongzhang had even deliberately chosen a necklace with particularly sharp edges and multiple diamond settings, boasting over a hundred gemstones on a single piece.
It gave off the impression of someone trying too hard to outshine the rest, and yet overdoing it.
The older generation often says that those who can carry themselves amidst splendor, no matter how much jewelry they pile on, never seem too much—it's seen as a sign of class.
But this lady clearly lacked that sense of class.
Unexpectedly, Yun Yuwan rebutted with confidence and openness, leaving several people nearby quite surprised.
Zhu Nongzhang felt awkward for a moment and subconsciously placed her arm on her neck, her forearm slightly covering the necklace.
But the next second, remembering that Yun Yuwan was just posturing, she sneered, "I'm not the only one wearing a necklace here, am I? Speaking of which, where is that Colombian emerald necklace from last time? It looked so beautiful on you."
Zhu Nongzhang's delicate features seemed amiable but were actually provocative, "What's the matter, not wearing it today?"
That necklace last time undoubtedly belonged to Aunt Qin.
A necklace that could only be worn once couldn't possibly belong to this 'pretend princess.'
But Yun Yuwan hadn't 'gotten' her mocking point, it was just a necklace, after all, and Zhu Nongzhang couldn't possibly have never seen jewelry of that quality, so for a moment, Yun Yuwan looked at her puzzled.
As if looking at a fool.
Was this fool jealous that she received a necklace from her brother?
Yun Yuwan didn't care to pay her much heed.
Seeing her silent, Zhu Nongzhang thought she had hit a nerve and walked past her saying:
"By the time I was sixteen, I only knew the Wen Family had Wen Yangzhi; suddenly, there's a 'lifelong family friend's sister.'"
She jeered, "It's quite funny. When this 'sister' first came, she didn't even know about Wen Bank's main building among The Bund's International Architecture and thought it was very beautiful, taking pictures there with friends."
Zhu Nongzhang spread her hands in a show of helplessness, "And then she had the nerve to share it on social media, as if she had never seen the finer things in life, a real bumpkin."
The term 'bumpkin' carried a strong note of disdain.
In Shanghai dialect, 'bumpkin' means someone from the countryside, but Zhu Nongzhang clearly wasn't referring to an outsider but rather someone from outside their social circle.