Swallowing a watermelon knife at 88 years old

  With so many people here tonight, if she really called Jiang Tian'er "sister-in-law", wouldn't that be equivalent to acknowledging Jiang Tian'er's status in the Duan family?

  Later, how could she compete with Jing Tianer for the top spot in the law firm?

  So no matter what, she would rather die than utter those two words "sister-in-law"!

  "Mengtong! Call your sister-in-law! What are you standing there for?" Duan Lüxu gave her a dissatisfied glance.

  Hah!

  Chiang Mengtong's heartbroken cold laugh.

  Oh man!

  Before he knew Jing Tianer, he had been familiar with her since childhood and called her Tongtong like her family.

  Now he actually calls her Meng Tong!

  Is he considering Sweetie's feelings?

  But who will consider her feelings?

  It's as if a thousand arrows are piercing through my heart, I'd rather die immediately.

  The undercurrents between Duan Lü, Jiang Mengtong and Jing Tian'er were palpable, the whole room was frozen in silence, with no one daring to breathe.

  In the hall, the atmosphere was tense and strange. At this time, Hors and Lingyuan, who had gone out to "make fun" of others, returned with their noses blue and swollen faces. The two men were fixed by them and went home with a bruised face, probably never daring to "make fun" of others again.

  Hearing footsteps, everyone turned their heads to look and saw that it was the two of them. They automatically made way for a path to let them walk over to Duan Lüxian's side.

  Huo Si glanced at the medical box beside Duan Lvxin and the bandaged fingers of Jing Tian'er, which were wrapped like a radish. His eyebrows furrowed, "What's wrong with your fingers?"

  "It's nothing," Jing Tian'er smiled and wiggled her fingers. "I just accidentally got cut by a knife, that's all."

  "How old are you? How can you be so stupid!" Hors scolded her with a frown.

  "Hose!" Jian's eyes flashed like lightning, "What's itching you again?"

  "Haha!" Hors shrank his neck, hurriedly smiled at Jian with a flattering smile, and then straightened his waist, "Hmph! Which knife is so blind that it dares to cut the fingers of our Sweet Goddess, Sweet Goddess, tell me, I'll help you destroy it!"

  "Oh!" Jing Tian'er suppressed her smile and pointed to the fruit knife on the case, which still had her bloodstains on it. "Exactly, you help me swallow it!"

  Huo Si patted his chest and said with a heroic tone, "Alright! No problem!"

  He patted his chest and reached out to the fruit knife, everyone in the hall widened their eyes, waiting for Mr. Huo to "swallow the fruit knife". Just as Mr. Huo's fingers were about to touch the fruit knife, they deftly turned a corner and landed on the pastry next to it, grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing hard, savoring the taste, "Hmm, delicious!"

  Cut!

  Those who came to watch the commotion were disappointed and booed him in unison in their hearts.

  The tense atmosphere that seemed about to explode was eased a bit by Huo's antics, and Mr. Xue came over to smooth things over, saying a few words of apology and giving everyone an excuse to save face, allowing the charity ball to continue.

  Jiang Mengtong exchanged a few pleasantries with Huo Si and Ling Yu, then politely greeted Duan Lvxin before joining the circle of wealthy young ladies on the other side, never to return.

  The whole night was quite enjoyable for Jing Tian'er except that her fingers were slightly injured.

  After the dance party started, she hooked her arm around Duan Luyu's neck and spun around in circles to the rhythm of the music, her mood as if it had grown small wings, flying straight up to the clouds.

  The food is delicious, the drinks are great, and the dancing is awesome. Following the prince has many benefits, this life is too comfortable!