Stunning Words About the Divine Thunderbolt

The banquet was about to begin when Bo Hanmo returned. He had squeezed all of his work for the day into the morning and finished it early so he could come back and prepare.

Since time was tight, Fang Yao and the others had gone to get styled elsewhere. Bo Hanmo arrived at the venue ahead of them, and the moment he entered, he saw Fang Yao, whose makeup was already done.

Every detail of her makeup was just right. From her eyeshadow to her blush and lipstick, every part radiated a unique charm.

Her makeup was paired with a gorgeous red evening gown, making her look like a burning flame weaving through the crowd. The exquisite tailoring perfectly outlined her graceful figure, making it impossible for anyone to look away. Her long hair only needed a simple curl to complete the look.

When Fang Yao saw Bo Hanmo arrive, she lifted her skirt and hurried toward him.

"Let me lean on you for a bit. My feet hurt from standing so long."

Bo Hanmo wrapped an arm around Fang Yao's slender waist, letting her lean against him more comfortably.

[Ah~ These rich people must have nothing better to do. Why hold a banquet and make everyone wear such troublesome clothes?]

Bo Hanmo smiled. He had learned another one of Fang Yao's habits: she disliked anything troublesome.

If Fang Yao were not busy cooking, Bo Hanmo would have taken a careful look at himself from head to toe. Otherwise, she would certainly have folded her arms and called him a lecher.

[Mm, Bo Hanmo looks even more handsome today. Looks like he doesn't need any styling after all. Hehe, that saves time.]

Bo Hanmo let out a muffled laugh. He had never planned to get styled anyway. He was not like his second brother, who was so flashy.

Speak of the devil, and he appeared. Bo Zhe said, "Big Brother, shall we go?"

Bo Miao was dazzled by Fang Yao's appearance. She had already been amazed just moments ago, but seeing her again still left her stunned.

Fang Yao smiled. "You little girl, did my beauty dazzle you?"

The three of them froze. Had Fang Yao just acted like a lecher?

Bo Miao stared blankly at Fang Yao. "Mm, your beauty dazzled me."

Fang Yao had not expected that reaction from Bo Miao and felt a little awkward. Bo Miao, meanwhile, was thinking about something. Wait, isn't Sister-in-law two years younger than me? Calling me a little girl doesn't seem appropriate.

Fang Yao: What's inappropriate about it? I'm your sister-in-law.

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By the time Bo Hanmo and the others arrived home, the guests had begun arriving one after another. Bo Hanmo brought Fang Yao around to receive them.

Fang Yao noticed that quite a few people's gazes lingered on her. Those gazes were not all kind.

Some were sizing her up, some were scrutinizing her, and others were hostile.

After all, Bo Hanmo was the ideal son-in-law in the eyes of various factions. Now that Fang Yao had snatched him away, those women were practically gnashing their teeth in hatred.

[Hahaha, these heiresses missed out on such an excellent husband. They must be furious, hehe. Too bad I snatched him first. Hahaha.]

[Tsk, tsk, look at these heiresses. They're obviously furious, yet they still have to force smiles onto their faces. Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh.]

Bo Hanmo's swordlike brows twitched slightly. He glanced unobtrusively at the heiresses present. The business partners really were just as Fang Yao had described. Looking at the gazes of the other men present, Bo Hanmo listened to Fang Yao's smug, overbearing inner voice while calmly blocking those men's views.

Fang Yao's face was already stiff from smiling. She could no longer remember the names of the elders present, and the red envelopes in her hands were already stuffed to capacity.

At that moment, a commotion arose at the entrance.

A delicate-looking young woman accompanied a middle-aged couple. She paid no attention to the gazes of the others, but when she saw Bo Hanmo, her eyes lit up.

"Long time no see, Bo Hanmo. You're still as outstanding as ever. Oh, is this Bo Zhe? He's grown so much in the blink of an eye. Back when he was..." Mr. Wu stepped forward and warmly greeted Bo Hanmo. Seeing Bo Zhe behind him, he went over and embraced him, then began recounting amusing stories from Bo Zhe's childhood.

Madam Wu squeezed Fang Yao aside and chimed in with a beaming smile. Her enthusiasm was directed entirely at the two Bo brothers, completely ignoring Fang Yao's existence.

What the hell? Is this woman trying to get herself killed? I'm standing here minding my own business, so why is she provoking me? Fang Yao raised her hand and waved it behind Madam Wu's back.

The guests present watched Fang Yao's movements, and the alcohol in their mouths sprayed out.

Good heavens, the Bo family's young madam is so straightforward. She isn't coy at all.

Fang Yao's gaze collided with the young woman's. Seeing the woman's widened eyes, Fang Yao gave her a slight nod, then looked away.

She wore a pale yellow dress, with straight black hair adorned by a white flower. She had no other accessories at all, giving her a clean and refreshing appearance.

Fang Yao turned her head back. "You're Wu Yuan?"

Faced with Fang Yao's blunt question, Wu Yuan nodded stupidly. She quickly recovered, but the surprise in her eyes soon faded into emptiness.

In Wu Yuan's eyes, Fang Yao was merely an optional presence. She was not worth Wu Yuan's attention and held no value to her.

The Wu couple beside her looked at Fang Yao curiously instead. How had Fang Yao known their daughter's name?

"This is indeed my daughter. You must be Miss Fang," Mr. Wu said as he extended his hand.

Fang Yao looked at the hand before her. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wu..."

"That was presumptuous. Xiao Yuan, Miss Fang is greeting you. Don't be rude." Mr. Wu did not mind Fang Yao ignoring him and naturally withdrew his hand.

Hearing his veiled criticism, Fang Yao rolled her eyes upward.

"I'm Wu Yuan. Is there something you need?"

"Nothing in particular. I was just curious—how do the two of you share one body? Is your younger sister conscious right now?" Fang Yao became incredibly curious whenever she encountered juicy gossip. The moment Wu Yuan spoke to her, Fang Yao asked her curiously.

The guests present sprayed their drinks once again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I lost control." When one guest saw that his drink had sprayed onto the guest beside him, he set down his glass and helped wipe it clean.

"...It's fine. I'll go change my clothes."

Server: "Sir, please come with me. This way."

"Do you think the Bo family's young madam has something wrong with her head? Who asks something like that?"

"Probably. If I married a woman like that, my father would break my legs." Guest Two imitated the way his father usually beat him.

"With a granddaughter-in-law like that, Old Master Bo and the others will have plenty of headaches."

"That might not be the case for Old Master Bo. I heard Old Master Bo was the one who arranged it. Apparently, an old friend of his was dying, and Old Master Bo was afraid his friend would leave this world unsettled, so he made Bo Hanmo marry her."

"Really? No wonder I suddenly received news that Bo Hanmo had gotten married. I thought it was fake news. When I received the invitation, I was completely dumbfounded."

The guests gathered around and whispered while pointing at Fang Yao. None of them wanted to be standing there minding their own business only to be called sick. Most of them sympathized with Bo Hanmo, but they were also taking pleasure in his misfortune.

"Ahem, ahem... Miss Fang, don't you realize that what you did was very rude? Or did my daughter offend you?" Mr. Wu choked on his saliva. His expression was grim, and his eyes carried murderous intent.

What he disliked most was other people discussing his two daughters.