Chapter 93.1 : Both You and He Inherited My Genes—Equally Shabby! (Part 1)
Time passed swiftly, and before long, it was the day of the banquet.
The Liu family was still busy with preparations that afternoon. In order to highlight the family's wealth and prestige, the mansion and garden were lavishly decorated, and many prominent aristocratic families from Demon City were invited to attend.
To prevent Tang Qingmo from making a last-minute escape, Tang Jianren personally asked Lu Tianren to safely escort him to school. He even came himself to pick Tang Qingmo up after school, immediately taking him back to the Tang residence to prepare.
Since Lu Tianren also needed to get ready for the banquet, he returned to the Lu family first.
After getting into the car, Tang Qingmo spoke with a slightly teasing tone:
"I didn't expect you to be this nervous. You even came to pick me up personally. Normally, you practically forget I exist."
"..."
Tang Jianren, driving the car, felt awkward and said slowly, "It was my fault before. But you should understand—as the chairman of the Tang Group, I'm extremely busy every day."
"So I handed the household matters over to Hualian…"
Tang Qingmo smiled. "I see. So now you're planning to push all the responsibility onto your wife?"
"Cough, cough! That's not what I meant…"
Tang Qingmo's words were sharp as thorns, leaving Tang Jianren unsure how to respond.
"You didn't even know where your biological son lived after returning home for three months, or that he only had five hundred yuan for living expenses. Yet you can regularly give your adopted son and seven daughters tens of thousands in pocket money… Tsk tsk. You're the one who defined double standards."
"..."
Tang Jianren least wanted Tang Qingmo to bring up the past, because no matter how it was explained, he was clearly in the wrong.
So he immediately changed the subject.
"In any case, I'll pay more attention to family matters in the future. At tonight's banquet, you should work on developing feelings with Ruyin."
Tang Qingmo sneered.
"Haha… Liu Ruyin looks at me like she's looking at an enemy now. What kind of feelings do you think she'll develop with me?"
"I don't care about you young people's issues. All I know is that forming an alliance with the Liu family brings nothing but benefits to the Tang family!" Tang Jianren said firmly.
For the sake of securing greater benefits for the Tang family, this marriage engagement had to proceed smoothly.
"Only benefits…?"
Tang Qingmo curled his lips into a faint smile, his gaze cold as he looked out the car window.
Let's see if you'll still say that after tonight's banquet.
After returning to the Tang family villa, Tang Jianren immediately summoned the stylist he had booked to design Tang Qingmo's hairstyle.
The young female stylist and her assistant had originally been working on styling the Tang family's three sisters. However, since Tang Jianren was the one paying her, she naturally prioritized the employer's wishes and directly abandoned the sisters.
This made Tang Ruoling and the other two sisters, who were almost done with their makeup but were suddenly kicked out, extremely dissatisfied!
But given their father's temper, they could only head to the living room to wait.
"That little bastard Tang Qingmo must be feeling pretty smug right now!" Tang Aili sat on the sofa, sulking.
"Dad kicked the three of us out just for him!"
Tang Meixin let out a breath and tried to comfort her.
"Don't be angry, Second Sister. We've been doing our makeup since morning—we're basically done."
"There are three of us, of course it takes longer to get ready! I haven't attended a banquet in ages. I was actually looking forward to it…"
For Tang Aili, since she had often been busy with work in the past and frequently had to return to the hospital for overtime, she rarely attended high-society banquets.
Now that she was staying at home with nothing to do, she had finally wanted to attend one for a change.
Who would've thought that all her anticipation would be ruined by Tang Qingmo!
"Sisters? Weren't you still getting ready?"
At this moment, Tang Xianxi walked out of his room, surprised to see all three sisters sitting in the living room.
"Don't even mention it!" Tang Aili said irritably.
"It's all because of Tang Qingmo! Dad took away our stylist just so he could get his makeup done first!"
"We're already very picky about stylists. It was hard enough to find one we were satisfied with, and before she even finished, she was called away." Tang Ruoling added helplessly.
"I see."
Tang Xianxi nodded in understanding, but inwardly couldn't stop complaining.
If it weren't for how picky you all are, would you really have ended up with just one stylist?
That stylist had arrived before he even left for school and was still busy all the way into the afternoon—clearly showing just how much work the three of them combined required!
When Tang Jianren came back and saw there was only one stylist, of course he kicked them out!
But that had nothing to do with him…
Whenever he attended banquets, he was always styled by Bai Hualian's personal stylist—a very famous figure in the industry!