Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Song Ning looked at the middle-aged man who was standing in their way. He seemed familiar, but she could not put a finger on it, so she asked him in confusion. And you are?

Madam wants to invite you to the caf for a chat, said the middle-aged man.

Despite his polite tone and attitude, the pride in his eyes was unmistakable.

Song Ning narrowed her eyes and asked him. Who is your madam?

The Lu family butler replied without being humble or pushy. Shes Madam Lu, Miss Huo Yaos foster mother.

Song Nings face sank a little when she heard it was the Lu family. She asked him with a frown. What does she want?

Im not sure, but you can find out once you go over, said the Lu family butler.

He stood beside them as though he was determined to take them along.

Song Ning frowned. She had a terrible impression of He Xiaoman. She found He Xiaomans lofty attitude about being a married woman in high society absolutely pretentious and repulsive. Moreover, she had ill-treated her daughter.

She rejected him straight away. Sorry, we have no time.

The butler seemed to have foreseen that they would turn him down, so he added. Madam Lu wants to talk about Miss Huo Yao.

He successfully made Song Ning and Huo Jinyan swallow their rejection. Huo Jinyan patted her shoulder and turned to look at the butler. He said, In that case, well meet her.

The butler pursed his lips and gestured for them to follow him, leading them to the caf.

Song Ning glanced sideways at her husband and said somewhat angrily, I really dont want to see that woman.

Huo Jinyan laughed and said, Why dont you wait in the car while I meet her alone?

Forget it. I want to see what trouble she is up to this time, sneered Song Ning.

They walked into the caf shortly after.

It was not too crowded at this hour of the day. He Xiaoman was sitting by the window on the right. The moment Song Ning and Huo Jinyan came close, they heard her speak up.

Zhang, tell the manager not to let other patrons come and disturb us, said He Xiaoman.

With her exquisitely done up face, she ordered the butler calmly.

Song Ning glanced at He Xiaoman. All Song Ning had for her was one word: Poser.

Yes, Madam Lu, replied the butler reverently and bowed. He moved away and went to the counter.

After he left, He Xiaomans eyes finally landed on Song Ning, and a hint of jealousy swept across her eyes swiftly.

Song Ning had always been beautiful when she was young. Now that she was middle-aged, there were barely any signs of wrinkles on her face. She looked 30 years old at best and had an elegant demeanor. She had far more poise than any rich mans wife.

That made He Xiaoman despise Song Ning even more. She was acting like a rich elite when the Huo family was impoverished.

He Xiaoman pursed her lips. She pointed at the empty chairs before her and said, Have a seat. Lets have a chat. You can order anything you like.

Song Ning shook her head and found He Xiaoman rather hilarious for acting like the host. She walked over to pull out a chair.

Song Ning sat with both hands on the table without ordering anything. She looked at He Xiaoman calmly before getting right to the topic and said, I dont think theres anything for us to chat about. Why dont you cut to the chase?