Xia Hou Ling was infuriated by her indifference, expecting her to curry favor instead.
“Aren’t you here because of how he entered our family? Only because of that despicable mother of his,” Xia Hou Ling bitterly remarked, resenting that her gender prevented her from leading the family.
Originally intending to discredit Xia Hou Zun, Xia Bing smiled, “Doesn’t Miss know that success defeats enemies, heroes don’t ask about origins, those with ability rise to power – what’s wrong with that?”
“Oh, you’re quite protective of him. I wonder what you’ll say when he abandons you…” Xia Hou Ling imagined the scene of a woman scorned cursing bitterly, “I wonder if I’ll see you again next time…”
Xia Hou Ling took her drink and swayed into the crowd.
When Xia Hou Zun saw Xia Hou Ling, she was already talking to Xia Bing. By the time he approached Xia Bing, Xia Hou Ling had already walked away.
“What did Xia Hou Ling say?” He had long been familiar with the Xia Hou family’s venomous tongue.
Xia Bing glanced at Xia Hou Zun, “Seems like you’re not very popular. I told you to smile more. Who’s that proud peacock from the Xia Hou family?”
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“Proud peacock? Xia Hou Ling is my older sister.” He couldn’t help but laugh at Xia Bing’s description.
Clicking her tongue, Xia Bing laughed, “Look, smiling makes you even more handsome. Smile more, and the world is more wonderful. You’re from the same family, but you’re better – not as sneaky as she is.”
Xia Hou Zun heard that smiling made him more handsome and couldn’t help touching his face, wondering if he really looked different.
“Zun, come here,” a white-haired old man called Xia Hou Zun over.
Xia Hou Zun said he’d be back soon and told Xia Bing to make herself comfortable.
“Why did you bring a woman? Which family’s young lady is she?” The old man’s gaze was sharp.
“She’s the woman I love. She’s not from a noble family,” Xia Hou Zun remained as cold as ever.
