"Grandpa Yan, I wish you good luck and longevity. I know that according to the agreement, it is not my turn to come forward to give you gifts, but there is nothing I can do about it, otherwise everyone will be dead soon.
If you give me a really good gift, my gift will be inconspicuous. Please forgive me."
Xu Rumeng described herself as very pitiful, and coupled with her cute look, no one would really care about her. Instead, they thought this girl was very cute.
After Xu Rumeng saw her father nodding towards her, he took out a small sandalwood box and presented it to Mr. Yan.
"Grandpa Yan, this is an incense altar. Do you like it?"
Mr. Yan didn't want to open the gift as a result. He was like a junior, so he would be very happy no matter what gift he was given, but Xu Rumeng insisted and he did not refuse.
Mr. Yan opened the box and placed an ancient incense altar inside.
However, Mr. Yan could tell at a glance that although this incense altar was good, it was not an antique, but a handicraft.
Chairman Xu stood up and said with a smile: "This incense altar was made by my little girl. I liked it very much before and wanted to ask her to come over, but she refused. Now I know it is from Mr. Yan.
It’s my birthday, so I’m willing to give it up.”
Facing his father's teasing, Xu Rumeng stamped her feet and said coquettishly: "Dad, how can you tease others like this? Don't they want to lose face?"
"Okay, okay, dad won't say anything anymore."
Xu Rumeng snorted, looked at Mr. Yan with a smile, and asked expectantly: "Grandpa Yan, I wonder if you like this incense altar?"
"Of course I like it." Mr. Yan admired it and praised: "It is very elegant. She is a clever girl."
Xu Rumeng became happy and said with a smile: "When Grandpa Yan plays chess in the future, you can have someone light incense with an incense altar. This will help you focus more."
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Rong Jiuci who was standing aside, his eyes filled with admiration and expectation without reservation.
Grandpa Yan responded with a smile, but the smile in his eyes was very light.
Xu Rumeng didn't notice, but felt that she had won the favor of Mr. Yan, and even said proudly: "Where is Miss Mu's gift? Just now, even the children gave Mr. Yan gifts. You are such a big person, you don't have any gifts.
Get ready."
Xu Rumeng deliberately confused the concept.
The reason why even one of the children gave Mr. Yan a gift just now was because they are all Mr. Yan’s grandchildren, so naturally they should give their best.
However, Murong Rong and Rong Jiuci are one husband and wife, so it is normal to give gifts together.
But when Xu Rumeng said it now, it seemed that Murong Rong was so ignorant, but her words were supported by many rich ladies.
They didn't like Murong Rong, so they naturally felt that she needed to be picky in everything.
As soon as Murong Rong raised her eyes, she saw the provocation and fun in Xu Rumeng's eyes. She smiled lightly and said: "I originally planned to give this gift to Mr. Yan privately, but since Miss Yan strongly requested me to give it in public, then I will give it in public.
alright."
Murong Rong took out a carefully rolled piece of paper from her handbag and walked towards Mr. Yan.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.
Some wealthy ladies couldn't help but sneered.
"Don't tell me, this piece of paper is our Mrs. Rong's gift. Nowadays, kindergarten children don't give such things as gifts, okay?"
"But Mrs. Rong is not a child in the kindergarten, and her current status is extraordinary. She may think that if she gives a leaf, others should be grateful."
“Tsk—I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is!”
Xu Rumeng was very happy to hear these discussions.
This means not only that she doesn't like Murong Rong, but also that everyone doesn't like her. Since everyone doesn't like her, it's Murong Rong's own fault.
Murong Rong heard these comments but didn't care. She walked up to Mr. Yan and said sincerely: "Old Yan wishes you a happy birthday. This is a small gift I specially prepared for you. I hope you like it."
Mr. Yan nodded with a smile and immediately unfolded the paper.
When he saw the design drawing on the paper, his expression suddenly changed, and he opened his eyes in confusion for a moment.
Everyone saw Mr. Yan's reaction, and the discussion became louder for a while.
"What did Murong Rong give to Mr. Yan? Why did Mr. Yan's face change?"
"It looks like a clothing design drawing. We all know that Miss Mu is very good at designing."
This sentence is full of irony.
As soon as he finished sarcasm, he felt a chill coming from his back. When he turned around, he saw Rong Jiuci looking at him with a cold expression.
The sharp look in his eyes made his heart suddenly stop in fear. He immediately closed his mouth, feeling extremely regretful that he had talked so much.
Others also quickly noticed Rong Jiuci's cold face, and for a moment they were sarcastic and did not dare to talk too much about Murong Rong.
Xu Rumeng also saw it, but thought it was because Rong Jiuci felt that Murong Rong was embarrassed.
He immediately said, "Miss Mu, did you get the wrong gift? How could anyone give a piece of paper at a birthday party? This gift is too light."
As she spoke, Xu Rumeng covered her mouth and laughed. She said Murong Rong's gift was light, but in fact her face was filled with disgust.
Chen Zifen finally couldn't help it anymore: "What Miss Xu said makes no sense. If you give me an incense altar that you made yourself, it means you are smart and capable, but if someone gives you a piece of paper, it means the gift is too light? Excuse me, how do you judge the gift?
Value? Weight?”
This rhetorical question is full of sarcasm.
Xu Rumeng's face became very ugly. She glanced at Rong Jiuci with grievance, hoping that Rong Jiuci would stand up for her.
When Chen Zifen saw this, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes. Is there anything wrong with this Miss Xu? She likes to cheat on married men so much.
Rong Jiuci said: "Old Yan, it's time for you to say something."
Old Yan took a breath and glanced at Rong Jiuci helplessly: "Can't you let me appreciate it for a little longer?"
"No." Rong Jiuci had a straight face and showed no mercy.
Mr. Yan shook his head: "You guy, I don't know why Rong Rong fell in love with you?"
After saying that, Mr. Yan stood up and solemnly thanked Murong Rong: "Thank you very much. I like your gift very much."
Murong Rong said quickly: "Old Yan, I cannot afford your thanks."
Just as she was about to avoid it, Rong Jiuci grabbed her wrist and said softly: "Don't move, you deserve the old guy's thanks. If it wasn't to make him happy, you wouldn't have to be ridiculed by so many people."
When Rong Jiuci was speaking, his eyes accurately scanned the person who had just spoken, and it was clear that he had remembered that scene in his mind.
Everyone present felt their hair go numb, and at this moment they wanted to rush back and swallow back everything they had just said.
Mr. Yan smiled helplessly, Rong Jiuci was not willing to suffer at all.
"Jiuci is right, Rong Rong, you should be my thank you." Mr. Yan's attitude was very sincere. He had a feeling that his wife would like this gift.