Fortunately, Zhou Zhou's studio was not far from the October Hotel.
Their car arrived at the October Hotel around six o'clock.
Due to their status, the car drove directly into the underground parking lot.
"Madam, Young Master, I will be waiting in the parking lot. If there is any anomaly, you can call me anytime, and I will come up immediately."
"Thank you."
"Madam, Young Master, please."
The two took the elevator directly to the second floor.
At this moment, the second floor was filled with a cacophony of noise and music.
The second floor was crowded with elegantly dressed guests, each holding a champagne glass, chatting in small groups.
The arrival of the two drew the attention of those inside, and some with less composure gasped.
"Who is this person? So beautiful."
"Who knows? Maybe she's some actress who got an invitation from who knows where and wants to climb the social ladder by associating with the wealthy."
"No way, her aura doesn't seem like those actresses in the entertainment industry. She looks more like a young lady from a prominent family." Some discerning individuals noticed the necklace on Fang Miaomiao's neck, "Look at the necklace on her neck. Isn't that the 'Heart of Enchantment' that was bought by a mysterious buyer a while ago?"
"It looks similar, but who knows if it's a fake." A sarcastic voice chimed in from the crowd, "Aren't those shameless actresses in the entertainment industry fond of putting on such acts?"
"Holy cow, I remember who this woman is."
Some young people who followed the entertainment industry found Fang Miaomiao increasingly familiar.
"Who is it?"
"Fang Miaomiao, remember? The fake daughter who framed the real heiress and was then kicked out by the Fang family, Fang Miaomiao."
"Fang Miaomiao? I remember too. But honestly, this person has quite a thick skin. She was kicked out by the Fang family, yet she still has the audacity to attend the banquet."
"She's accustomed to a life of luxury and wealth; how can she adapt to ordinary life? I guess there will be a good show later. This banquet is not in vain."
Wen Yan'an took Fang Miaomiao's hand, as if giving her strength.
Fang Miaomiao smiled slightly. Before coming to this banquet, she had anticipated how people would view her. However, to be honest, it was better than she had imagined. Perhaps they were all well-known figures in their circles, and their upbringing was good. Even when gossiping, they only used a few common phrases.
She had heard much harsher and more vulgar insults before. These whispers meant nothing to her.
Fang Miaomiao, holding Wen Yan'an's hand, found a relatively quiet spot and waited patiently.
After presenting her gift to Father Fang, she would take Wen Yan'an and leave.
Soon, Father Fang, dressed in formal attire, walked onto the stage to thank the guests.
Fang Miaomiao looked at Fang Yuan on stage, dressed in a black suit, with his hair neatly combed back, exuding elegance and vitality. Beside him stood Fang Mu, Zhou Wenjing, a middle-aged woman wearing a dark red cheongsam, looking dignified and intelligent.
She watched the seemingly harmonious family on stage, her eyes showing no hint of emotion.
"Don't be sad," Wen Yan'an placed his hand in Fang Miaomiao's, "You have me and Dad."
Fang Miaomiao snapped back to reality and looked at the earnest little head in front of her. Something in her heart felt as if it were being caressed, ticklish and warm.
"I'm fine. After I give my gift, we'll go home, okay?"
Wen Yan'an nodded obediently, his sweet smile blooming, "Okay, let's go home."
Going home, with him, with Dad. A home with her mother.
Just as Fang Miaomiao was about to leave after giving her gift, the people on stage, who had been so joyous, seemed to have radar and found her unerringly. The three of them declined other guests and walked directly towards her.
She inwardly cursed her bad luck. As she prepared to leave, she heard someone calling her name.
"Miaomiao, why didn't you come up when you arrived? Are you still angry with us?"
"Save me," her skin crawled at the saccharine voice, coupled with the chilling air around them. And she was speaking so loudly, as if afraid no one would hear.
Alas, what must be, will be.
Fang Miaomiao forced a standard smile and looked at the approaching trio, "Mr. Fang, Madam Fang, Miss Fang, long time no see."
"Miaomiao, are you still angry with your mother and father?"
Fang Yanhuan, dressed in a ladylike fashion, immediately looked at Fang Miaomiao with teary eyes, "That incident was my fault. Why are you so distant?"
"Yanhuan," Fang Yuan had been quite pleased to see Fang Miaomiao, but his expression darkened instantly upon hearing Fang Yanhuan's words, "You were not at fault in that matter."
If Miaomiao had been obedient and apologized to Yanhuan back then, he wouldn't have lost his temper and slapped her. In his opinion, Miaomiao was just spoiled.
"Alright, today is a joyous occasion. Why are we arguing?" Zhou Wenjing said with a helpless sigh, "Good child, you've lost weight."
"I'm fine," Fang Miaomiao replied, "I eat well and am in good health."
"Nonsense, what kind of dialect is that?" Fang Yuan's temporarily softened expression furrowed again upon hearing Fang Miaomiao's voice, "Don't you have any appearance of a young lady from a good family?"
"Mr. Fang, your words are quite disheartening," Fang Miaomiao's tone became even more casual, "After all, I am a wild pheasant. Even if I pretend to be a phoenix for decades, once I return to my roots, I will still reveal my true colors, won't I?"
Although it wasn't written in the book, Fang Miaomiao had absorbed the original host's memories. When Fang Yanhuan was hospitalized, it was implied and hinted that the original host was responsible. At that time, the home surveillance system was conveniently broken, leaving the original host with no way to prove her innocence.
Fortunately, Zhou Wenjing's persuasion restored Fang Yuan's reason. Fang Yuan then asked the original host to apologize, implying that after apologizing, she could attend a banquet with him and continue to enjoy the luxuries of the Fang family.
The original host refused, and to her surprise, Fang Yuan slapped her and said that she was just a wild pheasant wearing a phoenix's skin. If she didn't obey, he could strip off her phoenix skin at any time and make her a wild pheasant for life.
Sigh.
The author was irresponsible. They didn't even write such a damning plot. Fortunately, she had absorbed the original host's memories; otherwise, she wouldn't have known about this scenario.
Fang Miaomiao let out a scoff and placed her wine glass on the table with a gentle clink, "But, Mr. Fang, have you forgotten? This wild pheasant of mine, with good luck, has managed to don an even more luxurious and dazzling phoenix skin. How about that?"
"You, you, Fang Miaomiao, are you determined to anger me to death?" Fang Yuan was so enraged by her words that his beard bristled.
"Why would I anger you to death? I won't get any inheritance from the Fang family anyway."
"Enough." Mother Fang took a deep breath and shook her head at Fang Yuan, "We were at fault last time, but Miaomiao, you can't anger your father like this."
Saying this, Mother Fang offered an apologetic smile to the surrounding guests, "My child is a bit mischievous. Please bear with us."