Chapter 1291: Chapter 1291

Facing such an occasion, Zhou Xianren was all smiles, extremely proud. To rise from the adversity of being expelled by the Zhou Family back then to these heights, he couldn’t help but feel unapologetically proud.

Another person who was as delighted as Zhou Xianren was Moli’s grandfather, Mo Zhanlu.

Seeing Moli not only marrying Zhou Haotian, but also being his legitimate bride, becoming the Young Madam of an ever more powerful Zhou Family, was far more prestigious than being with Zhou Dafu.

With the rise of Zhou Xianren’s status, representatives from various families showed great respect and flattery to Mo Zhanlu, making him further proud and arrogant.

With Zhou Xianren’s arrival, the banquet hall reached its first climax, as Songlan City’s local forces regarded the Zhou Family as supreme.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhou Xianren pushed Mr. Zhou to the most luxurious table in the center, then led Zhou Haotian and Moli, awaiting their wedding ceremony, to toast around.

Not long after, Yang Wei, Li Wenmao, Qi Bikou, and Sun Jinlong entered the banquet hall with their respective family members.

Seeing these provincial dignitaries appear, everyone rose to welcome them, and Zhou Xianren enthusiastically greeted them with his son and daughter-in-law.

"Congratulations, congratulations."

The representatives of the group all congratulated Zhou Xianren, highlighting his status in front of everyone, ensuring that they could leverage him in the future to govern Songlan City.

The provincial guests all sat at the table where Mr. Zhou was, gathering to discuss various topics.

After taking a seat, Yang Wei made a small cough, looking at Zhou Xianren: "Is my gift prepared?"

"Hehe, don’t worry Young Master Wei, it has been prepared long ago, it’s upstairs in the presidential suite."

Zhou Xianren nodded repeatedly, discreetly handing Yang Wei a room key.

"You truly know how to manage affairs, I chose the right person."

Yang Wei smiled contentedly, took the room key, adjusted his clothes: "Everyone, I’ll excuse myself for a moment, enjoy the wedding without waiting for me."

"Young Master Wei, aren’t you witnessing my son’s wedding?"

Zhou Xianren’s face changed slightly, nervously watching Yang Wei.

"Not interested, I’d rather go find my own fun."

Yang Wei glanced at the room key in his hand, replied with a mischievous smile, then strode out.

Though Zhou Xianren felt somewhat displeased, he dared not act on it, helplessly shook his head and sighed, then hurriedly resumed attending to the guests.

From the beginning of the banquet, Moli, dressed in a red cheongsam, kept Song Xue’er, in a conservative black gown, by her side, continuously socializing with various dignitaries, ensuring Song Xue’er neither strayed nor introduced herself.

Moli was in an exceptionally good mood today; keeping Song Xue’er close was merely to flaunt her current achievements.

"Oh my, the wedding is about to start, I need to change into my wedding gown, can’t accompany you any longer."

As the provincial guests arrived, Moli looked apologetically at Song Xue’er, though she hadn’t intended to accompany her.

"No worries, go ahead."

Song Xue’er smiled softly.

"I’m really sorry, we are supposed to be close friends, I should have asked you to be my bridesmaid, but you’ve been married before, plus all my current friends are rich and respectable, you are on a different level now."

Song Xue’er laughed mockingly: "But rest assured, we’ll always be good friends, right?"

"Yes, go ahead, I wish you well."

Song Xue’er smiled, unconcerned.

"Take care of yourself, absolutely avoid mingling randomly, otherwise if you’re recognized as Zhou Jian’s wife, it could be troublesome."

Song Xue’er issued a reminder, smiling as she turned away, ignoring Song Xue’er.

"A petty person in power!"

Song Xue’er forced a bitter smile, then walked towards a corner, suddenly spotting a familiar face in a group of elegant women.

Song Xue’er’s expression slightly changed, hurriedly approached that well-dressed middle-aged woman.

"Madam Zhou, can we speak in private?"

Song Xue’er walked to the side of the middle-aged woman, gently pulled her from the crowd.

That eloquent woman was none other than Zhou Xianren’s original wife, Zhou Dafu’s aunt.

"Which family’s daughter are you, do I know you?"

After being pulled aside, Madam Zhou looked at Song Xue’er confusedly.

"Madam Zhou, what are you doing here?"

Song Xue’er couldn’t even introduce herself, anxiously watching Madam Zhou.

"The Zhou Family’s Young Master is getting married, as the former matriarch of the Zhou Family, it’s natural for me to be here!"

Madam Zhou looked inexplicably at Song Xue’er, measuring her with her eyes.

"Didn’t you get Zhou Jian’s phone call warning?"

Song Xue’er anxiously watched Madam Zhou, nervously asking: "He repeatedly cautioned that neither you nor Zhou Xiaoqian should return, this is like a lamb walking into the lion’s den!"

"You know Zhou Jian?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Zhou’s face slightly changed.

"I’m Zhou Jian’s ex-wife, Song Xue’er."

Song Xue’er clenched her teeth, revealing her identity.

Madam Zhou realized, though coldly looked at Song Xue’er: "I don’t care what your relationship with Zhou Jian is, frankly my daughter and I don’t need outsiders intervening in our affairs."

Song Xue’er looked at Madam Zhou in surprise and doubt, "Don’t you know the Zhou Family has undergone changes?"

"Haha, of course I know the situation with the Zhou Family, it’s just that Zhou Xianren and that tramp, as well as that useless Zhou Dafu, got their legs broken and were thrown out of the Zhou Family, right?"

Madam Zhou coldly grunted: "They deserved it."

"How, how can you say that? He is your husband!"

Song Xue’er looked at Madam Zhou in shock, having not expected Madam Zhou to know everything, yet displaying such callousness.

"That was then. Since Zhou Dafu, that bastard, rose to power, Zhou Xianren, that ungrateful fellow, got charmed by that vixen, neglecting my daughter and me, they deserve such fate."

Madam Zhou bitterly grumbled: "That little tramp gained prominence through her child, overshadowing me, the original wife, I’ve long been displeased with her."

"You... even if you resent Madam Zhou, Zhou Xianren is still your husband!"

Song Xue’er watched Madam Zhou speechlessly: "There are deep sentiments bound by marriage, how can you be so heartless and ruthless?"

"Bullshit! When I married him, thinking he was a male of the Zhou Family, expecting to live well along with him, never knowing he was merely an offshoot within the Zhou Family, completely useless."

Madam Zhou disdainfully pursed her lips, sneering: "After enduring so long, eventually seeing him rise, who would have thought it was all thanks to that useless Zhou Dafu, leading to my status declining instead of that vixen’s. Had I known, I wouldn’t have married him."

Song Xue’er hadn’t anticipated the depth of Madam Zhou’s grudge towards Zhou Xianyi, helplessly responded: "I’m not qualified to discuss the previous generation’s grievances, just tell me where Zhou Xiaoqian is now."