"Ha, a mere bar dancer? The threshold of my house is not so low." Grandfather Fu sneered with a cold disdain.
Grandfather Fu was a man of social climbing, holding in contempt Zhou Shihui, who had spent many years as a bar dancer. Were it not for Fu Mingxu's presence, he would never have allowed her to cross the threshold of the Fu family estate.
"Father," Fu Hongyi addressed Grandfather Fu.
Zhou Shihui, trembling in Fu Hongyi's embrace, made Fu Hongyi's heart ache profoundly.
Grandfather Fu's disdain for Zhou Shihui stemmed from her demure and delicate appearance, a façade he had seen countless times before. He believed such women were merely pretending to be weak, and it was infuriating that his son was captivated by such a woman.
With a derisive snort, he remarked, "Lu Yun comes from a prestigious family and is well-educated. How can such a woman compare to Lu Yun?"
