To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Peizhen was in a good mood. She received gifts from her parents the moment she woke up. Although this was a yearly affair, her parents’ love always made her feel happy.

 Her younger brother, Su Yuxin, was also around today. He took a day off and was exempted from school to celebrate her birthday with her.

 In the afternoon, she had lunch with her family. The night was spent with her very best friends.

 Of course, this time of the year was also used to maintain necessary connections with a few important families. The joy only lasted until the moment she saw Su Qingsang appear at the scene.

 Su Peizhen’s features looked bewitchingly beautiful. She liked wearing red — she always had.

 She wore a red gown as well at the last ball organized by Tianyu Group. This little fashion quirk of hers was known to most people in Lin City.

 Hence, on an occasion like today’s, nobody would wear red like her on purpose except for one girl, who didn’t just wear the same color but looked even better than she did in it.

 Su Qingsang realized that the color of her gown imitated Su Peizhen’s the moment she walked through the doors.

 If that was not enough, the jewelry she was wearing clearly outshone Su Peizhen’s.

 A feeling of awkwardness washed over Su Qingsang. She looked at Huo Jinyao instinctively, but Huo Jinyao held her arm firmly. “Look forward, my wife.”

 “Huo Jinyao.” Did he fail to notice Su Peizhen’s murderous glare?

 “Dear, relax. They won’t dare to offend you.”

 Huo Jinyao looked unperturbed. He held Su Qingsang’s hand and continued to walk forward until they reached Su Peizhen.

 Su Qingsang was helpless. The only thing she could do was hand over the gift she had prepared.

 “Elder sister, happy birthday.”

 Su Peizhen’s face turned green. Elder sister? Who are you calling elder sister? Where did you get the guts to wear the same vermilion red as I do, at my birthday party?

 If this wasn’t done to spite her on purpose, what else could it be?

 She was mad, very mad. Her chest puffed in and out, and she was terribly tempted to knock the gift box out of Su Qingsang’s outstretched hands.

 “Thank you, younger sister.”

 Another hand reached out before she could react. Su Yuxin smiled at Su Qingsang as he took the gift from her hands. “Thank you for the effort, Second Sister.”

 “Who are you calling—” Second Sister? Su Peizhen glared at her little brother. Su Yuxin gave her a smile, but his gaze seemed to have a disapproving edge to it. “Eldest sister, Second Sister and Second Brother-in-law are here to celebrate your birthday. You should be very happy, right?”

 Su Chenghui was watching from afar. They were within the sight of many guests. If Su Peizhen reacted inappropriately, she could embarrass them all.

 “I’m happy.” What is there to be happy about?”

 “Eldest sister.” Su Yuxin felt a little helpless as he leaned his face closer to Su Peizhen. “The cameras are working.”

 The corners of Su Peizhen’s lips twitched. Yes, she would always hire a camera crew for her birthday, every year. Today was no exception.

 She forced herself to retract the condescending remark that was about to leave her lips and took the gift from Su Yuxin’s hands stiffly. She turned and looked at Su Qingsang. “Thank you.”

 Those two words seemed to be forced out through gritted teeth, but Su Qingsang didn’t seem to notice anything. She responded with a generous nod. “You’re welcome.”

 Li Qianxue, who was about to go downstairs, was greeted with the unusual sight. She stood by the foot of the stairs and turned to look at Su Chenghui from the corner of her eyes. Her expression was icy.

 “Is this what you want? To see an inferior illegitimate child like her mock my daughter this way?”