The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 373: 144 Chen Ju Gao Guangliang Field_2
And Ji Heng was seated at the second table?

Seeing Xu En speaking and then suddenly falling silent, Shen Min glanced at the table and realized the problem. “Table for the groom’s guests,” “Table for the bride’s guests”—Shen Min had attended many weddings, big and small, but this was the first time he had seen such a ludicrous seating arrangement.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, not getting involved in their family affairs.

“Why have you just come in now?” Ji Shaojun saw Xu En and stood up to greet him with a smile, “Have all the guests been received? Do you need any help from me?”

“No, you just stay with them,” Xu En replied, struggling to contain his anger, then turned back to his uncle, who had hurried over, “How did you arrange these seats?!”

The uncle was taken aback as well.

Madame Xu, leaning on her cane, came forward and scolded Xu En, “You’re so busy with the wedding you’re not being sensible, not putting the right people in charge. Look at this seating arrangement; what does it look like? See who’s responsible for today’s affair. Get rid of such people from the Xu family.”

She then turned to Shen Min with a smile, “District Chief Shen, please take your seat first.”

Raising her hand, she directed Shen Min to the first table, then gestured to the uncle to switch the seating arrangement, and finally, she said in a gentle tone to Ji Heng, “Old Mr. Ji, how could you sit here. Hurry up and help the old gentleman to the main table.”

The last sentence was addressed to the Xu butler.

The Xu butler quickly stepped forward, while Ji Heng rapped his pipe and looked up at Xu En before waving his hand, “No need, I’m quite happy sitting here; you go on with your business, no need to entertain us.”

He slowly blew out a ring of smoke.

He could leave, but to make him go back—that was impossible.

Shen Min glanced at the pipe in Ji Heng’s hand, putting it together with the various tobaccos that Superintendent Chen had been asking him to find; he realized in almost an instant.

He too gave a laugh, took a seat next to Ji Heng leaving one spot open, and said to Xu En, “I’m also a guest of the bride’s side; I’ll just sit at this table. You go ahead with your tasks; I will chat with the others for a bit.”

He wondered who exactly “Alian” was.

The “Table for the bride’s guests” label on the table was very conspicuous.

Madame Xu looked stiffly at Shen Min, struggling to find a word to say to him because, with that “Table for the bride’s guests,” she had no excuse to sit at the same table.

She ended up taking a seat at the foremost table, feeling as uncomfortable as if she was sitting on pins and needles.

Without any mood to fiddle with her Buddha beads, the uncle initially had the leisure to consider seating, but now, standing next to Madame Xu, he didn’t dare to sit down, “Madam, what should we do now…”

His eyes were on the table where the Ji family sat, bewildered; what kind of people were the Ji family?

“These are Alian’s guests…” Xu En bent down and softly introduced Shen Min to Ji Heng.

Xu En took a deep breath, Ji Heng obviously didn’t take the matter to heart, and from the seat Shen Min left open…

He probably knew who would be coming.

“Are they all fools?” Xu En muttered to himself as he walked out, addressing Xu Shujie and the guest reception manager, “Not to mention that District Chief Shen would be arriving today, but even if he wasn’t, to turn a main table into a table for the groom’s guests, is that proper?”

A table for the groom’s guests indeed made a mockery of the situation.

Xu En’s expression was terribly gloomy.

Xu Shujie had no idea why Madame Xu would suddenly set up a table for the groom’s guests. She quickly followed behind Xu En, lamenting that old age indeed made it difficult to understand, “How would I know about that?”

“Go and watch over her for me,” Xu En instructed Xu Shujie as he sent her inside, “There’s no need for you outside with the welcoming.”

**

At Ji Heng’s table.

He himself wasn’t very talkative, but Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing had more to say. Shen Min managed to coax most of the story out of Shen Qing with just a few words.

Ji Heng took out his phone and called Bai Lian.

“Grandpa, we will leave tomorrow morning at six o’clock,” a voice from the phone end, Bai Lian rested her phone on her ear, her knee bearing a review paper, sunlight streamed through a crack in the car window onto her documents, she leaned back casually in her seat, “We should arrive in Danping City at around nine o’clock.”

Danping City was right next to Xiangcheng, an hour’s drive away.

They would be home before twelve o’clock.

Ji Heng was surprised, “Danping City has an airport now?”

“…It might,” Bai Lian turned her head to look at Jiang Fulai who was beside her.

There was a silence.

In the end, no one spoke.

Ji Heng didn’t ask further; he disconnected the call and continued smoking his cigar. He was a man of few words, and Shen Min couldn’t quite figure out his temper, so he kept talking to Ji Shaojun.

Around ten o’clock, many guests had arrived, including some high-level executives from the Xu Family.

Hearing that District Chief Shen was here, quite a few people made it a point to greet them at this table before going back to their own.

As for Mrs. Xu’s main table, no one approached it at all.

Shen Qing, who sat beside Ji Shaojun, learned from the conversations that Shen Min was a district chief and whispered in shock to Ji Shaojun, “So Shen Min is a district chief…”

Another group of people arrived, led by a woman in her forties, who shook hands with Shen Min and said with a smile, “District Chief Shen, I’m from the Ma Family. We met at the last bidding. I didn’t expect to see you here…”

This time, the Ma Family couldn’t be bothered to send someone, so they sent her, and she unexpectedly reaped the benefits.

With that, the woman’s smile broadened.

She continued to greet everyone else at the table, “Elder Ji, congratulations. You’ve traveled from afar, so today you must eat and drink well, and don’t let President Xu be thrifty on your account…”

Even Shen Qing was not missed out on.

Not everyone at the table had arrived yet, but it was already very lively.

It was at this moment that some noise suddenly came from the entrance. The woman at Ji Heng’s table couldn’t help but look toward the entrance—

Xu En walked in with a middle-aged man.

When Xu En saw the place left for Director Chen, he knew Chen would come, and sure enough, within less than ten minutes, Director Chen arrived, letting Xu En finally relax.

“When did you return? Alian didn’t tell me you would be coming.” Xu En had gone fishing with Director Chen a couple of times, and the two were fairly familiar with each other.

“I came back on a whim,” Director Chen scanned the room and strode towards Ji Heng’s side, “Don’t mind me; I’m here to have a drink with Uncle Ji.”

He said not to mind him, but Xu En dared not take that literally.

Walking further inside, the attention from many people shifted toward them.

The man beside Xu En had a tanned complexion, his eyebrows were like ink, and he was not given to laughter or excessive talking, nor did he often appear in public, so most people at the scene did not recognize him. However, there were some who did.

Like the middle-aged woman still standing by Ji Heng’s table.

And Mrs. Xu at the table behind, who had just settled in for a few minutes before standing up again using a cane, tilted her head to look at Uncle Xu beside her, “That… that is…”

Compared to Shen Min, the person now seemed even more incredible to her.

Xu Shujie also stood up; squinting at the man beside Xu En, she was momentarily hesitant to speak.

Not many people had seen Director Chen, so Xu Shujie dared not be sure.

Xu En approached with Director Chen.

At Ji Heng’s table, Shen Min finally set down his teacup. He stood up with no more the relaxed look on his face, his body tensed up as he nodded slightly to Director Chen, “Director Chen.”

His voice was deep.

Not loud, but most could hear it clearly.

Xu Shujie, the elder Mrs. Xu, and their group all watched quietly as the man Shen Min addressed as “Director Chen.” The people who had been mingling around Ji Heng’s table swiftly parted to the sides, creating a clear path.

“Long time no see.” Director Chen merely nodded slightly back at Shen Min in greeting and then went over to the side of the table, looking at Ji Heng with a smile breaking over his taut face, “Uncle Ji, sorry to keep you waiting.”

As he spoke, he pulled out the empty seat beside Ji Heng and sat down.

Ji Heng put down his pipe, turned his head to look at Director Chen, and showed a smile as well, “Xiao Chen, you’ve come quite early. Alian and the others aren’t even here yet.”

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting, so I came ahead,” said Director Chen, making no mention of the fact that he did not dare wait with Jiang Fulai for Bai Lian. He then greeted Ji Shaojun, Shen Qing, and the others.

Following Ji Heng’s lead, the table fell silent, not to mention Mrs. Xu and others who wanted to greet them—Shen Min was also taken aback by Ji Heng’s casual use of “Xiao Chen.”

For a while, apart from their table, no one else dared to speak.