Chapter 521: Chapter 521: A Well-Deserved Study God, Accidentally Bumping Into Si Fuqing at the Wedding (3)

Translator: _Min_

If Lu Ningsheng’s dress and jewelry were even slightly lacking, the entertainment reporters would have immediately crafted a three-thousand -word essay, suggesting that the Shen family regarded her merely as a tool for childbirth.

Hence, before the event, the Shen family strictly prohibited any entertainment industry personnel from entering.

Lin Wansu was allowed entry because she bore the Lin surname.

Though not a direct descendant of the Lin family, she was at least part of the circle.

Lin Wansu approached the Lin family’s table and walked over.

There, Lin Jihuan joyously clung to Lin Qingchen’s arm, “Big brother, it’s been a while. I bought you a gift.”

Lin Qingchen smiled, “You still remember your brother after two years in

Northern State.”

“Of course,” Lin Jihuan responded. “My brother is a genius in neurology. My friends all admire you, but they don’t know I’m your sister.” Lin Bojian kept a straight face, “What about mine?”

“You don’t have one,” Lin Jihuan, hands behind her back, made a face. “A backward parent.”

Lin Bojian pretended to swat at her.

Seizing the moment, Lin Wansu stepped forward, “Uncle, cousin Qingchen, cousin Jihuan.”

Lin Qingchen nodded slightly as a greeting.

Lin Jihuan was cold, not even glancing at Lin Wansu.

Lin Wansu quickly sensed Lin Jihuan’s hostility towards her. She simply smiled, unoffended, “I have to go pick someone up. I’ll come back later.”

She hadn’t seen Lin Jihuan for a long time but knew Lin Jihuan had always had a princess temperament.

She didn’t need to confront Lin Jihuan directly; retreating and showing weakness was enough.

Dealing with a princess like Lin Jihuan, she had many tactics.

Lin Bojian waved her off, “Go ahead.”

Lin Qingchen pondered, then asked, “You don’t like her.”

“Big brother, she’s terrible,” Lin Jihuan whispered. “She’s always stepping on my baby on the internet, competing for attention. Of course, I don’t like her.” “Your baby?” Lin Qingchen frowned.

“It’s Qingqing,” Lin Jihuan boasted. “Look, my desk mate got me our baby’s photo album!”

Lin Qingchen fell silent for a moment: “I see. Later, I’ll introduce you to someone, get to know them.”

“Who?” Lin Jihuan became wary. “I just turned eighteen. You’re not planning to set me up, are you?”

“What are you talking about?” Lin Qingchen chuckled. “You’ll see. She’s on her way. Consider it my gift to you.”

“Oh.” Lin Jihuan hugged the photo album. “Big brother, let me introduce you to my idol! ”

Lin Wansu went outside to meet Xu Jianian.

She had Xu Jianian fully disguised, entering as her boyfriend so he wouldn’t be stopped by security.

After all, there were many media outside the banquet hall, and being photographed would be problematic.

“Jianian, my younger cousin is also here,” Lin Wansu complained. “I don’t know why, but she doesn’t like me, even though we used to play together.” “Why doesn’t she like you? She -” Xu Jianian suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Wan Su possessively looped her arm through his. “What are you looking at?”

Just then, the surrounding media suddenly became excited, turning their cameras in one direction.

“It’s Si Fuqing! That’s her nanny car’s license plate.”

“Quick, take photos! We’ve got our KPI for today.”

The journalists knew Si Fuqing was close to Lu Ningsheng, who had even turned down “Fashion Lady” for her.

Si Fuqing’s appearance at the wedding was not surprising.

Lin Wansu’s expression hardly concealed her disdain and mockery.

Surely Si Fuqing didn’t think that by associating with Lu Ningsheng, she too could marry into a wealthy family?