e paled and she lowered her head to say, "Mr. He, Miss Menglan."He Hanchuan sat on the sofa with his back to the light, his expression unreadable. His legs were crossed, and between his fingers, a cig...The woman, with even greater arrogance, lifted her head and walked beside Zheng Jingru, condescendingly sizing her up.

"Why aren't you saying anything Didn't you say this gold silk cheongsam was authentic Then tell us your reason!"

"You..." Zheng Jingru's face flushed with anger, her eyes filled with tears. The worst part was, she lost because she wasn't well-educated!

Women seized on this very point, daring to fan the flames publicly and humiliate her to the extreme.

"Who told you that the gold silk cheongsam is fake" At this moment, Menglan walked out from the food area, her face unusually heavy.

The woman turned her head and looked at her, her face tightening instantly. She rebuked angrily, "Where did you come from Do you have any right to speak here"

"Since you claim to have a clear conscience, madam, why are you so nervous" Menglan walked to Zheng Jingru's side and calmly countered.

The woman's face changed instantly, and she stammered, "I..."

Meng Lan chuckled darkly, leaning in to Zheng Jingru's ear and whispering, "Ms. Zheng, would you mind lending me a strand of gold thread from your qipao"

Jane Chang quickly wiped away her tears and nodded eagerly, "Of course!"

Having received his consent, Menglan reached into her cheongsam and pulled out a golden thread. She took out a lighter from her backpack and with a 'snap', lit it. The flames flared up, quickly engulfing her head before she extinguished them.

Menglan gently twirled her finger, dust appearing on its surface. Held under the light, it even emitted a golden shimmer.

"Look, everyone, even if real gold wire is burned out, there will still be gold left, which shows its preciousness," Menglan explained in a low voice. "But steel wire is different. No matter how strong its resilience is when it encounters fire, it will only burn and leave behind ashes."

As she spoke, she lightly blew the dust from her fingertips.

Someone in the crowd, perhaps having checked online, exclaimed in surprise, "It really is this principle! With so many gold threads woven into Mrs. Zheng's cheongsam, it must be incredibly expensive, right"

"It's priceless." Menglan's face was solemn as she looked at Zheng Jingru's cheongsam and continued in a low voice,

"If I'm not mistaken, this qipao is a Jihuacpao from the Qing Dynasty. It was given by Empress Dowager Cixi to a scholar as a souvenir. There is only one in the world!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the scene erupted in gasps of astonishment. Everyone rushed forward eagerly to get a closer look, all wanting to admire this priceless cheongsam!

"Yeah yeah."

Zheng Jingru also remembered, somewhat embarrassed to explain, "When my mother-in-law gave me this cheongsam back then, she did say it was some kind of ancient heirloom, asking me to keep it well. But I'm clueless and couldn't see anything unusual about it.

But for so many years, I really haven't dared to buy it.

"No...this can't be possible." The woman froze, her face paling before she retorted angrily, "You must be making this up! This old cheongsam couldn't possibly be this expensive. You're lying!"

"Hmph, never seen anything in the world." At this moment, Zheng Jingru was proud and waved her hand to call over her bodyguard, who pulled her out.

As soon as she left, the others dared not say much more, and the banquet hall returned to its former tranquility.

After venting her anger, Zheng Jingru felt much better. She looked at Menglan gratefully and smiled,

"Thank you just now. I guess I lost because I'm not cultured enough, ah."

"There is no one in this world who is perfect. Ms. Zheng, you are already very excellent."

Menglan took her hand, her voice heavy. "Thank you, but I don't need it. May I trouble you for ten minutes and invite you to have a drink"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jingru's eyebrows furrowed with a hint of seriousness. "Come with me," she said.

As soon as the words left her lips, Meng Lan hurried to keep up, her skirt swirling around her ankles. They arrived at a small, open-air rest room on the second floor.

Jolin Tsai asked the bodyguard standing beside her for two glasses of whiskey. She lightly trailed her finger along the bottom of one glass and pushed it towards Menglan's face.

"I know what you want to ask me. My mother and I were indeed good friends back then, after all we graduated from the same school. But about why she committed suicide, I have no idea."

Menglan took the glass of wine and stared intently at Zheng Jingru's expression, seeing a flash of avoidance in her demeanor.

She wasn't in a hurry to ask, but instead pulled out her phone from her bag, swiped it a few times, and then handed it to her. "I think you should still be unaware of this."

Jolin Tsai picked up her phone, and when she saw the stock transfer agreement on it, her face was filled with anger.

"Damn it, Wang Guangkun, that bastard, he actually... transferred his shares to that little bitch's daughter! Is he crazy I'm going to find him and settle the score!"

Seeing her pick up her bag and about to leave, Menglan took a sip of whiskey and reminded her faintly,

"I think once I sign the share transfer agreement, I'll be protected by law. If you make a fuss, you'll probably only lose face."

Jolin Tsai's face turned pale. She gently placed her bag aside and slumped into a chair, her body drained of strength. Despair filled her eyes. "It's over," she whispered, "everything is ruined."

Meng Lan looked at her, feeling a tinge of pity for her appearance. However, there wasn't a shred of sympathy in her eyes. Since she could spend so many years with Wang Guangkun, it showed that neither of them were good people.

"Ms. Zheng, I know you don't need this share of money. You're making such a fuss because you're unwilling to accept it deep down. Wang Guangkun has done so many bad things, he shouldn't be getting away with it like this.

As long as you come out and identify him, so that Wang Guangkun can be legally punished, his shares will be frozen by the court, and Xu Hui and her daughter will also fall into poverty!

Mulan's words thoroughly ignited Zheng Jingru's competitive spirit. One could see her gritting her teeth behind closed doors, a flash of ruthless determination crossing her eyes like a desperate fight to the death.

After understanding everything, Zheng Jingru dispersed the bodyguards around her, sighed resignedly,

"Actually, I admire you. You're so young and already possess such wisdom. I can tell you what I know, but I don't have any concrete evidence. As for how to deal with it, I can't help you."

Meng Lan's eyes grew heavy, but her palm was slick with sweat. "Go on," she said.

Xiaojing's death was definitely not an accident.

When talking about the past, Zheng Jingru's eyes were also filled with pain, "Back then, when your father's new gastric cancer drug just hit the market, it caused a huge stir. Wang Guangkun often said in my ear at that time that as long as he could get a stake in the drug industry chain, he would definitely make a fortune in the second half of the year."

Your father is also a stubborn person, no matter how high the price you offer, he will never agree.

Later, Wang Guangkun felt a surge of jealousy. He sought out Lao Ye (Old Master Feng), and together they conspired to steal the prescription. They planned to build a factory in secret to produce medicine on their own. As long as they could release their product one day ahead, they would secure the business opportunity.

"The tragedy happened at this very moment."

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