Chapter 282: Chapter 282 Grandpa and Grandma_1
The following night, Ye Lu, wearing a high-end tailored gown reportedly air-shipped just for her and adorning millions worth of jewelry, nervously accompanied Third Young Master Jun to a banquet.
Oh my gosh, this was the Jun Group, the country’s wealthiest clan, a fighter jet among influential houses, putting even the grand and powerful Shang family in the shade.
She had been roaming around the business circle for a while, and heard both the patriarch of Jun family and the father of Third Young Master were formidable figures, striking fear in many at just the mention of their names. That’s how the Jun Corporation secured its dominant position today.
Oh dear, she was feeling light-headed. As she walked in under this awkward pretense, she had no clue how these two bigwigs would coldly scrutinize her. She had heard that the elite were particularly sensitive to such matters; they could play around with unsuitable women but absolutely forbade bringing them home.
Once she stepped in, she was sure there would be thunder and lightning, a storm ready to pounce.
"Third Young Master, you must really despise me."
Visibly irritated, Third Young Master stared at the disheartened woman. It was rare to see this usually spirited person looking so frustrated. He snorted, "Are you scared? I’m surprised you even know the meaning of fear."
"..." What nonsense! She was about to face an influential financial mogul... the mere thought made her skin crawl.
"With me around, what’s there to fear? Even if the sky falls down, I’ll be there to hold it up for you!" Third Young Master Jun declared haughtily, dark light shimmering in his eyes as he pulled her closer.
Ye Lu muttered resentfully under her breath: Of course, you don’t have to worry. Everyone in there is your relative. They won’t be gossiping or shaming you. But I will be unfortunate enough to become the bulls-eye, the subject of everyone’s ridicule.
But since she was already there, Ye Lu took a deep breath and braced herself, ready to face whatever came her way.
Bring it on, let the storm hit even harder!
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The entire Jun family, relatives included, over a hundred individuals, had all come to celebrate Old Madam Jun’s discharge from the hospital.
The Old Madam was a respected senior family member loved by all in the Jun family and also the person Jun Guanru loved the most. Therefore, she held a naturally superior position and was a respected figure to all.
The banquet was lively, with various relatives stepping forward with hearty congratulations, eager to gain face in front of the Old Madam. If Jun Guanru was pleased, their children might be given opportunities in the company or receive some other benefits. Such prospects were undeniably enticing!
"Grandpa, Grandma, I’ve come to see you!" A soft, sweet voice suddenly came from the door. Heaven-sent enchantment in its tones prompted everyone to look towards the source.
A stern butler led two adorable tots into the room.
A little girl was clad in a pink princess dress. Her glossy black hair was tied in two charming braids. With a delicate and cute face complemented by a pair of large shiny eyes, she resembled a beautiful doll from a fairytale.
Following her, there was a very cool and handsome little boy - donning a mini suit, expressing a gentlemanly demeanor, and projecting an air of arrogance. With an extremely handsome face, he looked like a little killer from a film, so cool and stylish.
"Oh my, my sweethearts, come here." Old Madam Jun was absolutely thrilled. Breaking into a warm smile, she extended her arms as the two tots ran to her and snuggled into her embrace.
"Grandma, wishing you good health. This is the present that Brother and I have made for you- handmade cookie sweets. They are all cute little animals. Don’t they look nice?" Ye Yiyi presented a box filled with unevenly made pastries, beaming.
All relatives present were stunned. Where could they see any shapes or animals? These looked closer to cow dung!
Ye Yuan also looked embarrassed. Actually, the sweets Yiyi initially made did resemble a pile of dung. They were nothing more than a huddled mess. Yet, she had been very proud of herself, declaring them masterpieces.
Seeing her struggle, he stepped in to improve the situation, and only then did the pastries start to take some form.
