Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

As night fell and the lights came on, the international five-star hotel under the Qiao Group was brightly lit and bustling. Guests came and went in their best clothes, holding champagne glasses in their hands, chatting and laughing, enjoying this luxurious feast.

In a corner of the hotel, a group of ladies dressed elegantly and wearing expensive jewelry were gathered together, talking in low voices.

One of the ladies couldn't help but sigh, "Hey, have you heard? The purpose of the Qiao family holding this banquet is not simple! It is said that it is to officially announce the true identity of their adopted son to the outside world. It turns out that the previously beloved son of their family was actually reported wrongly."

The other lady opened her eyes wide in surprise and quickly agreed, "I've also heard the news, but I didn't expect it to be so complicated. And it is said that President Qiao not only wants to announce the identity of the real young master, but also plans to let the returning real young master directly enter the company to hold an important position." She shook her head slightly, as if she found all this a little incredible.

The third wife snorted and said disdainfully, "Tsk, biological children are indeed much more important than adopted children. Look, the real young master can easily take office as soon as he comes back, so what can the adopted son get? I'm afraid he can only watch others take away what belongs to him."

The last lady sighed with emotion, with a hint of regret and helplessness in her tone: "Yes, now that the real young master is back, I'm afraid there is no place for the fake young master in the Qiao family. His status will definitely be affected. After all, the blood relationship is there, and this is a fact that no one can change."

These ladies were talking quietly to each other, and from time to time they would secretly glance into the distance out of the corner of their eyes, as if they were observing something in secret, with their eyes full of curiosity and anticipation, as if they were waiting for a big drama to be staged, which was the further development of this family dispute.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the banquet hall is still very lively, with people's laughter and chatter rising and falling, interweaving into a cheerful melody.

Everyone was immersed in their own joy, enjoying this wonderful time to the fullest, and no one noticed the whispered discussions of the group of ladies in the corner.

In the upper-class circle, which wealthy lady does not envy Mrs. Zhou Zi from the Qiao family?

Her husband is deeply in love with her and loyal to her, and her children are well-behaved, sensible and smart.

Now, the matter of the real and fake young master was suddenly exposed, and the ladies in the circle began to wait to see Zhou Zi make a fool of himself.

After all, the son he had raised for more than 20 years turned out not to be his biological child, and his real son had been wandering and suffering outside for more than 20 years.

Faced with such a situation, how should Mrs. Zhou Zi of the Qiao family choose?

No matter whether she chooses her biological child or an adopted child, no matter what decision she makes, she cannot avoid becoming the focus of everyone's attention, nor can she stop others from laughing at the Qiao family.

Not long after the guests exchanged pleasantries in twos and threes, the Qiao family appeared.

Zhou Zi, wearing a light blue dress, is like a fresh and refined orchid. The hem of her skirt is like petals swaying in the breeze. Matching with jewelry of the same color, it shines brightly like stars in the night sky.

She appeared gracefully in front of everyone holding her husband Qiao Songyuan's hand, with her two sons following behind her like two bright stars.

Song Guo was dressed in a white suit, like a beam of pure sunshine, with fluffy curly hair, like a flower blooming in spring, exuding charming fragrance.

Song Guo has a beautiful appearance, and her delicate facial features are like a masterpiece of a sculptor. Her eyes are like clear springs, and her lips are as pink as rose petals, slightly raised with a barely perceptible smile. She is like a prince carefully carved by God, dazzling and eye-catching.

Qiao Yuan was dressed in a black suit, like a mysterious messenger in the night, with deep eyes, as if he could see through the secrets of all things in the world, revealing an inviolable sense of alienation.

His eyebrows are long and powerful, slightly raised like lightning in the dark night, his nose is straight, and his face is well-defined, as perfect as a sculpture.

His skin was as white as the first snow in winter, which made him look cool and otherworldly, as if he was out of touch with the world.

Song Guo and Qiao Yuan standing together, one as warm as the sun, the other as mysterious as the night, can't help but make people feel that they are strangely matched, as if they were born to stand shoulder to shoulder and rely on each other.

The ladies who did not see their brothers looking at each other were extremely disappointed, but they did not show it on their faces and still had that dignified and decent smile.

What a pity, I didn’t see the joke on the Qiao family.

Qiao Songyuan walked up to the high podium in the hall and said, "Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come here. Today, as the head of the Qiao family, I have three important news to announce. The first news is that I believe everyone present has heard of it. That is, our Qiao family's wandering young master Qiao Yuan has returned to the Qiao family;

The second piece of news is that after careful consideration and multiple aspects, I have decided to pass the position of Qiao's heir to my son, Qiao Yuan. From now on, he will enter the company to learn until he has enough ability to manage the company;

The third piece of news is that I have already made a will to divide my property equally between my two sons, and they will enjoy the Qiao family's property equally. "

The three pieces of news from Qiao Songyuan were like boiling water dropped into an oil pan, instantly causing an uproar.

Everyone showed surprised expressions. You know, Qiao Songyuan is now in his prime, and he is probably the only one in the upper class circle to have made a will so early.

Some people showed envious eyes, saying that the head of the Qiao family was so kind that he could treat the two children equally.

Some people even showed jealous looks with strong malice in their eyes.

Qiao Yuan walked up to the podium with resounding steps and nodded slightly, "Father."

Qiao Songyuan patted Qiao Yuan's shoulder gently, his eyes full of trust and expectation. He said earnestly: "Qiao Group will rely on you in the future. I believe that with your ability, you will be able to lead Qiao to a brighter future." After speaking, he looked at Qiao Yuan with a smile, his eyes flashing with satisfaction.

Qiao Yuan nodded calmly, his eyes firm and confident, as if he was ready to take on this heavy responsibility.

Qiao Songyuan raised his glass and introduced to everyone with a smile: "Everyone, this is my son Qiao Yuan. Please take good care of him in the future." His voice was loud and kind, making people feel his pride and expectations for his son.

Qiao Yuan also raised his glass to everyone, with a polite smile on his face to express his gratitude.

Everyone responded, raised their glasses to wish each other a happy future, and laughter echoed in the banquet hall.