At the banquet on the top floor of Hong Kong Island, all the eyes under the crystal lamp were laughing. Lu Jiayi held the "Ming Dynasty Jade Cicada" and smiled gracefully: "Appraiser Shen, I heard that you can tell the authenticity in three seconds? You have to look carefully at this ancient jade worth 80 million." All the ladies in the audience raised their wine glasses, waiting for her to make a fool of herself in public. Shen Hengzhi's fingertips touched the jade surface lightly - the system prompted: modern resin imitation, with "XX Factory 2021" engraved on the inside. She didn't expose it. Because Fu Tingchen's stepmother, He Wanqing, was holding another man's arm and announcing to the audience: "The future young lady of the Fu family will be the daughter of the Lu family." Shen Hengzhi raised her eyes and looked at the man on the second floor who was supposed to be her husband. Fu Tingchen crushed the red wine glass. She pressed the headset: "Mr. Fu, I will sign the divorce agreement tonight. But before that -" She turned around and picked up the phone: "Miss Lu's 'ancient jade' has an ex-factory price of ninety-nine yuan. And the one I have in my hand is the 'Heart of the Ocean' that was prompted by the system three days ago and that your Fu family has been looking for for three years." The gem exploded into blue flames under the light. The whole place was dead silent. Only her voice was gentle and cruel: "I can give up Mrs. Fu's position. But the face of a wealthy family - you can't pick it up even if you kneel down."
