The banquet was about to start. Mother Lu felt much better after taking her medicine and drinking some warm water.

Ningzhi sat by the side. She was relieved when she saw that Mother Lu's complexion had improved.

Ningzhi stood up.

"Where are you going?"

Lin Tien-tien reacted quickly. "The banquet is about to start. We're going out. Shenyuan is the only one entertaining the guests outside. He's definitely too busy."

Lin Tien-tien turned around and smiled at Mother Lu coquettishly. "Mom, you mustn't help Little Zhi and let her slack off."

Mother Lu patted her hand. "There's nothing to help here. Little Zhi doesn't have to stay here."

Lin Tiantian continued, "I still want to go with Xiaozhi and accompany you on the stage to get some glory."

Mother Lu felt that her eldest daughter-in-law was especially good at talking. "You're so talkative."

Ning Zhi scrutinized Lin Tiantian. The corners of her eyes curled up slightly. "I just stood up and didn't say a single word. You have a lot of things to say to me and you've already said everything."

Lin Tien-tien held her breath.

Ningzhi smiled and said, "I'm just going to the washroom. Why are you so nervous?"

Lin Tien-tien's expression eased. "Am I nervous?"

She sighed. "Mom suddenly had an accident just now. I was scared to death. I haven't recovered yet."

Mama Lu's stomach suddenly hurt. This was something she had not expected at all.

She had other plans, but now that Mother Lu was sick, it was a better reason.

Ningzhi looked straight at her. Without saying anything, she walked out of the lounge.

The moment the door of the lounge closed, Ningzhi's face darkened.

She lifted the hem of her dress and quickly ran to the elevator.

In the hotel room.

The candlelight flickered slightly. Through the light, Lu Jue's handsome face was stained with a faint blush.

His thin lips were tightly pursed and his brows were furrowed.

The body of the waitress in the red uniform at his feet was as soft as water. Under the light, her eyes glowed as she looked up at the outstanding man in front of her.

She had come into contact with a few men, but none of them could compare to Mr. Lu.

So what if he had autism? He had good looks and a good family background. Even if he didn't speak for the rest of his life, he was much better than those greasy, bald, beer bellies, and poor men with bad breath.

Perhaps this was the only time in her life that she would have the chance to meet someone of Mr. Lu's status.

She had to seize the opportunity.

The waitress tried to get close to Lu Jue's legs. She repeated, "Mr. Lu, I'm your sister."

Lu Jue looked up. His dark eyes were blank and confused. His gaze landed on the waitress's face from afar.

When the waitress met Lu Jue's gaze, she was overjoyed.

Lu Jue pursed his lips, his voice low and hoarse. "Ugly. You."

You're ugly.

The waitress was stunned.

Then she heard the man's low and hoarse voice with anger. "Get lost."

Lu Jue was like an angry puppy. He said fiercely, "Get lost."

The waitress snapped out of her daze. She had thought that Mr. Lu was cold and mysterious.

But now, she suddenly felt that he was very cute.

Some people pretended to be cute, but his cuteness was real.