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My Tenant is a Female Ghost
There was no need for extravagance; Yang Liu's birthday banquet was naturally lavish, evident from the hundred-meter-long buffet table filled with delicacies. Just the food alone cost over a million, not to mention the various venue fees, drinks, and other assorted expenses.
Miao Long had never seen such mountain and sea treasures before, and he eagerly dug in like a bear cub. Bai Zhuo searched around for Yang Liu but couldn't find her. During his search, he occasionally overheard snippets of conversation from others.
"Well, it’s no surprise that it’s the Yang Family. Although Boss Yang doesn’t have much interaction with us in Ningcheng, his name cannot be absent from the Ningcheng Power Rankings."
"Isn't that right? The person lives up to his name—Yang Family's Qilin, he truly deserves it."
Someone countered, "Boss Yang is indeed very low-key. I haven't heard any negative comments about him until now. Who would have thought he would make such a grand affair just for his daughter's birthday? Is it really necessary?"
"Haha, you’re mistaken there! Haven't you heard the saying about being low-key in life but high-profile in work? Boss Yang is a perfect example!"
"Hahaha, that's right! Low-key in life, high-profile in work! Come on, friends, let’s raise a glass!"
This group of people laughed and drank heartily, their voices loud. Bai Zhuo listened intently when suddenly someone asked, "Hey, don’t you find it strange? Yang Qilin's daughter celebrates her birthday every year, yet she has never held such a grand banquet before. Why this year?"
"Now that you mention it, it does seem a bit suspicious," someone pondered. "Could it be that she plans to announce something important?"
"What if she’s returning to Huaxia? That would be quite significant! If that's the case, we small fries are in trouble."
"Haha, you guys don’t know this yet!" Someone chuckled as another asked, "If you know something, stop keeping us in suspense; drink up!"
"Alright, alright! I can’t drink too much. Do you know how old Boss Yang's daughter is this year?"
"Well, after tonight, she should be... what’s up with that?"
"Don’t you get it? She’s looking for a son-in-law! Isn’t it obvious?"
Hearing this, Bai Zhuo raised his glass, took a sip of red wine, and leaned in closer to listen more intently. Someone said, "Recruiting a son-in-law? That doesn't seem right. I heard that the Yang Family and the Ningcheng Leng Family have been getting quite close. How could they be publicly recruiting a son-in-law now? It seems inappropriate!"
"Oh, you might not know this, but my son happens to be studying at Ning University. He saw Yang Liu openly reject Leng Xuanhe in front of others. Plus, just a few days ago, someone spotted Yang Liu getting cozy with another man at the airport. I was curious and looked into that man... Can you guess what I found? He’s just an ordinary guy!"
"Ah! I remember now; there was indeed such an incident! So that's how it is!" Someone beside Bai Zhuo exclaimed, "No wonder! I bet Yang Qilin must have found out about this and decided to publicly recruit a suitor tonight to avoid letting flowers bloom on cow dung!"
...
Later, these people became increasingly outrageous, discussing things like 'cooking raw rice into cooked rice' and 'acting first and reporting later.' Bai Zhuo shook his head repeatedly and hurriedly left.
"Hey! Bai classmate!"
Bai Zhuo heard someone calling him from behind and turned around to see, "Oh? Hu Qing? Do you know Yang Liu too?"
The person was indeed Hu Fei's daughter, Hu Qing. She shook her head, "I know the senior, but she doesn’t know me. I came with my dad."
"Oh, I see. Where's Uncle Hu?" Bai Zhuo looked around for a while but couldn't find Hu Fei among the crowd.
"No need to look for him; he's busy socializing," Hu Qing said with a smile. "I think you should worry about yourself instead!"
"Me?" Bai Zhuo put down his glass and asked curiously, "What do I have to worry about?"
Hu Qing pointed with her chin toward a slender figure not far away, saying, "Don't forget, you're quite the prominent figure at Ning University now!"
Bai Zhuo followed Hu Qing's gaze and saw that slender figure—it was Ge Shui Lian. "I almost forgot; Ge Shui Lian is also considered one of Yang Liu's sisters!" He said, "Well then, shall we go meet her?"
"Forget it; I don’t want to step into your battlefield!" Hu Qing stuck out her tongue and giggled as she walked away.
"This girl..." Bai Zhuo shook his head helplessly and walked toward Ge Shui Lian when he suddenly noticed a well-dressed, handsome man standing next to her. Bai Zhuo frowned. "Leng Xuanhe? Why is he here?"
Leng Xuanhe, at that moment, was perfect in both demeanor and speech. Ge Shui Lian initially wore a blank expression, but then something Leng Xuanhe said amused her, causing her to laugh so hard that she nearly trembled. Bai Zhuo instantly felt as if a large green hat had been placed on his head.
This should be considered normal social interaction!
Perhaps it was the man's desire for control and possessiveness at play; no matter how much Bai Zhuo tried to comfort himself, he felt increasingly unsettled.
"She is my fiancée," Bai Zhuo thought, and his discomfort intensified. Just as he prepared to step forward, the lights in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed, and the accompaniment of the birthday song began to play. Everyone in the room clapped along with the rhythm and sang the birthday song. Amidst the singing, a massive cake tower, as tall as a floor, was wheeled out, and atop it lay a woman dressed in a wedding gown.
The woman looked serene as a lotus; she was none other than the birthday girl—Yang Liu!
"Why is she in a wedding gown?" Bai Zhuo noticed this detail and felt an ominous sense that something was about to happen.
As the music stopped, applause erupted like a tide that lasted for quite some time. Yang Liu stood up to make a wish and then blew out the candles atop the cake tower. At that moment, Yang's Father took his daughter's hand and walked down to the stage. As soon as Yang Qilin opened his mouth, he stunned everyone present.
"Today, my daughter turns twenty-two, which is the age for discussing marriage. A girl should not be kept too long; if she can find her ideal husband among the crowd, that would be wonderful—wedding gown, band, wedding rings—none should be missing!"
The banquet hall erupted into chaos; no one expected Yang Qilin to be so direct! Many young people immediately began to preen themselves, eager to try their luck.
On stage, the beautiful woman in the wedding gown stood on her tiptoes, looking around. Suddenly, her gaze met Bai Zhuo's. His heart raced wildly with an ominous premonition as he silently pleaded, "Oh dear sister, please don't cause any trouble! I'm not pretending; you can't just spring this on me!"
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