The night was like ink, swallowing up all the carved beams and painted buildings in the Su family manor in Jiangcheng.
In the banquet hall, it was brightly lit and radiant.
The crystal chandelier reflects a blurred halo, shining on the exquisite makeup and expensive clothing of men and women. The air is filled with high-end perfume, cigars and famous wines mixed together, a sweet smell that belongs to the upper class and is slightly flashy.
There were false smiles and polite compliments as they exchanged glasses of wine.
The birthday banquet for the head of the Su family gathered almost all the celebrities and dignitaries in Jiang City.
And Ling Chen, like a shadow that was incompatible with this brilliance, stood quietly in the shadow in the corner of the banquet hall, next to a spare service desk. He was wearing an ordinary suit that had been washed a little white, which formed an extremely dazzling contrast with the glamor around him.
He is the Su family's son-in-law, a complete loser.
In the past three years, everyone in Jiangcheng's upper class knew that Su Wanqing, the business genius CEO of the Su family, had caused a problem. A loser who can do nothing but eat and sleep.
Ling Chen's gaze calmly swept across the entire place, as if all the excitement and prosperity had nothing to do with him. His eyes were as deep as ancient wells, and no emotion could be seen. Only occasionally, when his eyes passed over certain people, a very faint and cold light would flash deep in his eyes.
At this moment, an arrogant voice broke through the hypocritical harmony.
"Ling Chen! Are you a good-for-nothing like a doorkeeper? Why don't you come here quickly?"
