Honeymoon Journey, Conspiracy

"You brat."

Wang Ai looked at Wang Bing with an indulgent expression. "This is your great-grandfather's friend's big day. Put up with it for now. Keep that temper of yours in check. Once we leave this place, do whatever you want, all right?"

"All right. I'll give Great-Grandpa face~"

Wang Bing looked around fourteen or fifteen, a fair-skinned, handsome young man with refined features. Yet his hooked nose and narrow eyes gave him a sinister, vicious air, ruining the beauty of his delicate face. One look was enough to tell that he was not someone to provoke.

Moreover, he always looked down his nose at others and loved rolling his eyes at people. That arrogant sense of superiority was deeply unpleasant.

Yet he did not think there was anything wrong with it. Whenever someone showed displeasure toward him,

he would quietly take note of it, planning to retaliate once they stepped outside.

"Such a good boy."

Wang Ai chuckled.

Wang Bing smiled along with him.

The other guests also gave perfunctory, insincere smiles.

Clearly, quite a few guests disliked this grandfather-grandson pair.

Among those attending the wedding feast, Wang Ai's table had the most complicated mix of people. Apart from Nadu Company's upper management, there were also experts from the Tang Sect and other smaller sects.

These people were important figures in their own right. If not for Wang Ai's status as one of the Ten Elders, and the fact that this was Ji Shu's wedding feast and they had come to congratulate Ji Shu, they would likely have flipped the table and left long ago.

The wedding feast

was extremely lively.

Though undercurrents surged beneath the surface, at the very least, everyone appeared harmonious on the surface.

After the feast ended,

the guests departed in order.

Ji Shu and