“Xiao Mei, you’re here? Why did you bring a man with you? Don’t you know this is our family gathering? Who is he?” The older woman stood up happily when she saw Song Rumei, but her expression changed when she saw Wang Fan. “Dad, this is my boyfriend, Wang Fan.” Song Rumei didn’t pay any attention to the woman and went straight to the older man, introducing Wang Fan while gesturing for him to sit down. “Old Song, look at your daughter. Even if I’m the stepmother and didn’t raise her, she shouldn’t be so impolite, right? She knows it’s a family gathering and still brings an outsider, claiming he’s her boyfriend. Isn’t this making a fool of ourselves in front of Xiao Gao? What does Xiao Gao think?” Wang Suzhen pointed at Song Rumei, looking furious. “Xiao Mei, you’re just being ridiculous. When did you get a boyfriend? How come I didn’t know? Have you forgotten that you have a fiancé?” Song Guo also frowned, seemingly displeased. “I’ve been busy recently and haven’t had the chance to tell you,” Song Rumei said indifferently. Song Guo looked at Song Rumei, wanting to say something, but ultimately he said nothing. The young man hadn’t spoken from beginning to end, and his face always maintained a smile. However, the occasional cold glint in his eyes revealed that he was not as calm as he appeared. “Hello, Uncle and Auntie,” Wang Fan said, although he felt overwhelmed, he still managed to greet them. Song Guo didn’t pay any attention to Wang Fan, not even giving him a glance. Wang Suzhen, on the other hand, jumped up. “Who are you calling Auntie? Who are you calling Auntie?”

"This is a family gathering, what are you doing here, an outsider? Get out, get out!" Snap! Before Wang Fan could speak, Song Rumei slapped the table and stood up abruptly, "My boyfriend is none of your business. If he leaves, I will too! Besides, since it's a family gathering, why is this Mr. Gao here? If he can come, why can't my boyfriend?" As Song Rumei spoke, she pointed at Gao Mingyang. At this moment, Gao Mingyang had no choice but to step forward and speak, "Auntie, Xiaomei, there's no need for an argument at such a good gathering. Since we're all here, let's just sit down and eat together." He behaved courteously, and after speaking, he called over the waiter to start ordering. This was a French restaurant, and most of the waiters were foreigners. With his fluent French and gentlemanly demeanor, Gao Mingyang appeared like a dashing young master, making others feel ashamed by comparison. Song Guo watched this scene and nodded to himself. This Gao Mingyang was indeed a talent; if Song Rumei married him, it would be a blessing. Wang Suzhen was overjoyed, her anger dissipating significantly. She glanced at Wang Fan, her eyes flashing with a hint of disdain. Daring to compete with Mr. Gao for Song Rumei, he should really take a look at himself. Song Rumei's complexion turned ugly; she knew this was an invisible slap in the face. If he were really her boyfriend, it would be one thing, but she would have to grit her teeth and endure it no matter what.

But Wang Fan is a fake, and once he feels ashamed and aggrieved in comparison, he might just throw in the towel and leave. Wang Fan's stubborn temper was something she had experienced before, and even she, Song Rumei, might not be able to stop him then. Thinking of this, Song Rumei sneakily glanced at Wang Fan, and this glance almost made her so angry she wanted to slap him. She saw Wang Fan staring intently at the foreign waiter, his eyes unblinking, almost drooling. This bastard, although the French restaurant is upscale and the waiters are first-class in both figure and appearance, do you have to be like this? After Gao Mingyang finished ordering, he frowned and glanced at Wang Fan, a hint of a sly smile flashing in his eyes, and said fluently in French to the waiter, 'I'll just order these for now, let my friend here see if there's anything else to add.' He felt somewhat annoyed; if it were an ordinary person, they would have likely lost face and slunk away by now. Hadn't he taken so long to order, giving Wang Fan both the time and excuse to leave? But this guy, he was still here. Since that was the case, he didn't mind seeing Wang Fan make a fool of himself. If it were English, perhaps Wang Fan would know some, but French, he snorted, he didn't believe Wang Fan did. The beautiful waitress soon approached Wang Fan with a frown, asking in French if he needed to add anything. She had also noticed Wang Fan's intent gaze before, which had somewhat annoyed her.

They were at a high-end restaurant, where the patrons were all people of cultivation. Where would a guest stare at her so directly? It was only her good professionalHer cultivation prevented her from doing anything。But even so,Beautiful waiter walking towards Wang Fan，The smile on his face is also gone，with the service attitude whenThe service attitude towards Gao Mingyang is completely different。 Song Rumei saw the waiter walking towards Wang Fan，Suddenly feeling a headache。ShePresident of Tangtang Yindi Group，They don't really understand French，It's strange that Wang Fan, this little security guard, can understand。 Simultaneously she hatedHighly renownedalso more, thisHe's really a despicable person，How could you come up with such a hand。 Wang Fan saw the beautiful waitress approaching, and suddenly became very serious. Then, a stream of fluent French flowed from his lips, "Beautiful miss, please forgive my previous rudeness. I noticed a stain on your dress and wanted to find an opportunity to remind you, but you were always busy, and I never had the chance." As soon as the authentic French was spoken, not only was Song Rumei stunned, but Gao Mingyang, Song's father and mother were also completely confused. The waitress was first startled, glanced at her dress, and then lowered her head in shame,apprehensive，“Sorry,sir，I misjudged you。” Others might not be able to tell, but she, a French person, could. Wang Fan's French carried a strong royal accent, and the standard of that pronunciation was even more authentic than hers, a French person. Such a person definitely had a high-level identity background. The waitress was even a bit annoyed, annoyed at the stain on her own dress.

If Wang Fan had really been staring at her just now, instead of that stain, it would have been perfect. "No problem." Wang Fan politely waved his hand and began to order. "This person must have gotten lucky, happening to know French." Watching this scene, Wang Suzhen's face turned red with frustration, thinking resentfully. Gao Mingyang's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, but it quickly dissipated. Only Song Guo's eyes lit up for a moment, but he didn't say much. Song Rumei was completely dumbfounded. If it weren't for the inappropriate setting, she really wanted to ask Wang Fan who he really was? With his strong skills and knowledge of French, such a person was actually working as a security guard at Yindi Group. What on earth was his purpose? The food was served quickly, and the group began to eat. During the meal, the beautiful waitress, Lao Pingping, cast flirtatious glances at Wang Fan, as if hinting at something. This scene made Song Rumei glare with anger, but fortunately, Wang Fan behaved well, keeping his head down and focusing on eating and drinking, which prevented her from reacting. Seeing Wang Fan only concerned with eating and drinking, Gao Mingyang, having failed with one tactic, tried another. "Let me introduce myself, I am Gao Mingyang, the chairman of Mingyang Group. Brother, may I ask where you are currently employed?" Gao Mingyang raised his glass to Wang Fan.