Being a Lady of an Influential Family

Naturally, it wasn't Mrs. Xing and Gong Sihe who said it, nor were the three wives talking about it, but the waiters in the coffee shop.

The staff of the entire ship are resting in one place, and this is the most leisurely time. The waiter in charge of cleaning got a handsome tip, and word of it quickly spread among the staff.

Miss Zhang Si was always generous, but at that time she was feeling uncomfortable and felt embarrassed, so she didn't look carefully at all and just stuffed three ten-yuan bills to the waiter. This is worth a month's salary or even more, so people naturally want to ask what happened while they are envious and jealous. You pass it on to me and I pass it on to you. In the end, not only the staff on board, but also the passengers know about it.

Except for the elites from all over the world, most of the people on this boat are from the capital. Even if the elites from all over the world have been in the capital for half a month, it is impossible for them to say that they have never heard of Mrs. Xing's legend.

After all, what else can a group of men discuss if they don't discuss women?

Wealthy and powerful young ladies can't talk casually, not only easy to offend men with a bit of grace, but also shouldn't talk casually about good girls from innocent families. Naturally, the only ones they can talk about are those female stars or socialites.

Mrs. Xing claims to be a pianist, but in the eyes of many people, she is no different from a courtesan, so she is naturally the object of their discussion.

It's one thing for women to hate Mrs. Xing, but it's so weird that they hate her so much that they make their hair vomit when they touch it.

Some people stood on Mrs. Xing's side, thinking that the Fourth Miss of the Zhang family was too hypocritical and deliberately made others look bad.

Some people also think that Miss Zhang Si may have known something to have such a reaction. After all... Even if you deliberately make people look bad, you still have to be able to spit it out.

Of course, some people think that this is just a coincidence, Miss Zhang Si is just not feeling well.

But no matter what, Mrs. Xing will definitely lose face this time.

If it's just spreading the word among young people, that's all. After all, no matter how much young people talk about it in private, it won't affect anyone except Mrs. Xing.

There are very few warriors who dare to directly trouble the prime minister's daughter for the sake of beauty.

But for some reason, this incident even reached the ears of the big bosses at the top.

People like Prince Mu, Deputy Chief Lu of the Dragon Warlord, just listen to it, and at most they just tease Zhang Jingzhi, asking him to take good care of his sister and so on.

After all, they are not interested in how Mrs. Xing is doing, just treat it as a joke.

But listening to the ears of the caring people is another matter.

So, when Leng Sa took Fu Fengcheng to have lunch with Zhang Jingzhi's brother and sister at noon, someone still came to the door.

"Quiet, Huizhi."

Leng Sa looked at the well-dressed middle-aged man in front of him and sighed in his heart, and looked at Zhang Huizhi with some concern.

Zhang Huizhi no longer had the listlessness of the morning, his eyes were bright and firm and he smiled proudly at Leng Sa.

Master Leng felt that Miss Zhang Si's eyes were written at that moment: I have vomited, and I have become stronger!

Zhang Jingzhi frowned slightly, but still nodded politely, "Uncle Fan." Fan Ye was somewhat related to the Zhang family, so he could be regarded as the elder of the Zhang family's brothers and sisters.

Fan Ye glanced at Fu Fengcheng and Leng Sa who were sitting opposite, hesitated for a moment and then greeted them, "Young Master Fu, Madam."

Young Master Fu leaned on the sofa behind him without even raising his eyelids.

Leng Sa licked the corners of her lips at him, but that smile can only be described in one word - a superficial smile, unabashedly polite and hypocritical.

Fan Ye couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, he didn't know where he offended these two. But he didn't come to look for these two people, and he didn't rely on these two people for food, so he didn't think too much but looked at Zhang Huizhi, "Huizhi didn't feel well in the morning?"

Zhang Huizhi blinked, and said softly, "No, it's pretty good."

Fan Ye couldn't help frowning, and sighed, "Does Huizhi know the impact of your behavior in the morning?"

Zhang Huizhi looked blank, "I didn't do anything in the morning, I went back to my room to sleep after chatting with Sa Sa for a while. Is... what happened?"

Zhang Jingzhi reached out to touch his sister's little head and said, "No."

Leng Sa said righteously, "No."

Zhang Huizhi nodded, looked up at Fan Ye, "Uncle Fan, I didn't do anything."

Fan Ye was a little irritable, he always felt that the attitude of the four young people in front of him was very unfriendly to him.

But thinking of Awei's aggrieved appearance of crying secretly in the room and not daring to let others know, she felt that Zhang Huizhi was really ignorant.

It was also Mrs. Zhang who died young, and Zhang Bi had not remarried in these years, and his relationship with his brother's family was average. Zhang Huizhi did not have a mother to teach him, even if the prime minister's daughter came from a famous family, there are some problems in his upbringing.

"Mrs. Xing just wanted to say hello to you in the morning and say a few words, but you just...wouldn't this embarrass others? The prime minister's daughter shouldn't do such a rude thing. Go and apologize to Mrs. Xing later, just say you ...I vomit because of seasickness." Fan Ye said.

Zhang Huizhi frowned and said, "But, I don't get seasick. If I'm still alive and kicking, wouldn't everyone know that I lied? I can't lie."

Fan Ye was silent for a while and said, "These days... you rest in your room more, I..."

"Fan Chu!" Zhang Jingzhi's eyes darkened, and he said lightly.

Fan Ye was startled. Zhang Jingzhi always called him Uncle Fan. Although he was not close, he was always considered respectful.

It was the first time that he was called to work with such a cold voice.

Zhang Jingzhi looked up at him, with a calm expression and a gentle tone, "My sister is in good health, so she doesn't need to stay in the room to rest all day."

"But……"

Zhang Jingzhi cut off his words, "No, but, I am her elder brother. If there is something wrong with her, I will naturally take care of it. If I can't take care of it, there will be my father. We are going to have lunch. I think Fan Chu has another appointment, so I will take care of her." You are not left."

Fan Ye's face changed, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of cold light.

I saw that Fu Fengcheng was playing with the western food knife on the table. The tableware in front of others was neatly placed, but he was the only one holding the knife and turning it with his fingertips.

For some reason, Fan Ye felt that the small knife, which didn't look sharp, was very dangerous, and felt a chill on his neck.

Fu Fengcheng chuckled, and said lightly, "Director Fan, did the scenery on the third floor look good last night?"

Fan Ye's identity does not qualify him to live on the third floor.

Hearing this, Fan Ye was slightly taken aback, and his expression changed instantly when he realized it.

Couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhang Huizhi, Zhang Huizhi turned his face away in disgust.

With such an obvious hint, how could Fan Ye not know what was going on? Recalling what he did on the third floor last night, Fan Ye's face suddenly turned red and then purple, and the colors were very exciting.

"I……"

Last night's soul-devouring has turned into endless shame at this moment.

Fan Ye couldn't stay any longer, but looked at the four young people in front of him but didn't know how to exit.

Zhang Jingzhi lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Fan Chu must be unwell, please go ahead."

Fan Ye took a deep look at Zhang Jingzhi's siblings, turned around and left in a hurry without saying anything. He knew in his heart that he would never return to his former image in the eyes of Zhang's brothers and sisters.

Zhang Jingzhi sighed, stretched out his hand to touch Zhang Huizhi's head and smiled at Fu Fengcheng and Leng Sa, "I made you two laugh."

Leng Sa didn't take it seriously, "What does this have to do with Young Master Zhang?"

Zhang Huizhi nodded again and again, "That's right, it's not the elder brother's fault. When I get back, I'll tell my father not to talk to him anymore! Drive him home to eat me!"

Zhang Jingzhi sighed helplessly, this younger sister was so well protected that she was so naive. If the dignified prime minister can decide the appointment and removal of a person because of this kind of thing, wouldn't he have gone crazy long ago?

Who really knows what those high-sounding people look like in private?

There are not a few people who are as miserable as Fan Ye or even worse than him.

"Young Master Fu is more straightforward." Zhang Jingzhi looked at Fu Fengcheng and said with a smile. After all, he still wanted to show respect to each other, as long as Fan Ye didn't go too far, he wouldn't expose his background in front of Fan Ye.

Fu Fengcheng glanced at him and said calmly, "Don't you think this Mrs. Xing is very interesting?"

Zhang Jingyi was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"Why didn't you learn piano from Mrs. Xing?" Fu Fengcheng asked.

Zhang Jingzhi said, "My father said that I am old and should learn other things. I don't have outstanding talent in this area, so I don't need to die."

"Really?" Fu Fengcheng slightly raised his eyebrows, looking at him and said.

Zhang Jingzhi was silent for a moment, then smiled lightly, "Otherwise, what else could there be?"

Fu Fengcheng didn't care, "It's as long as you're happy."

Leng Sa looked back and forth between the two curiously, what kind of melon can I eat this time?

Fu Fengcheng gave her a look: I'll talk about it when I go back.

Leng Sa nodded clearly, all right.