Chapter 663: Ji Qjngwei Vomited Blood Again, She Couldn ‘t Compare (1)

Translator: _Min

On her private Weibo, which boasted just over five thousand followers—mostly Mousses who mingled in forums.

The fans all could vaguely recognize Lin Jihuan’s background as rather extraordinary.

Nonetheless, it was a surprise to many that she had made it directly to Si Fuqing’s birthday celebration.

Views and comments on her post quickly surged.

[Looks delicious! Which chef made this, home-cooked dishes are always the best!]

[Laughing so hard at ‘home-cooked dishes are always the best’—it’s obviously because they couldn’t afford a proper chef, okay? Stop trying to save face. Just after mentioning the Ji family hosting a hundred tables today, you rush to post pictures from Si Fuqing’s birthday.

Could you at least post something impressive? No matter how much you hype it, Si Fuqing is just a commoner’s daughter, how can she compare to a wealthy family’s daughter?]

[Its… it’s not just about family background that can’t compare, everything else doesn’t match up either. The Ji family hosted so many banquets because Ji Qingvvei scored high in the Seven Schools Joint Examination, even the director of the Heaven Earth Alliance attended. Can Si Fuqing match that?]

As both birthdays fell on the same day, more and more people began drawing comparisons between the two.

Finally, a bystander couldn’t watch anymore and furiously commented.

[Seriously, if you’re going to hate, at least be logical. Did you see the watch on the hand in the upper right corner? Do you know what brand that is? RM. You know the level of an RM watch, right?]

Lin Jihuan liked this comment and even replied.

[@LovesSweetAndSourPorkRibHuanhuanV: Too many big shots here, I can only sit at the second table qwq.]

Originally, Lin Jihuan had no intention of responding to meddlesome netizens.

The internet had always been a place teeming with all sorts of characters, and the percentage of people with a bachelor’s degree on Weibo was less than 10%. Having been on Weibo for so long, she had long since stopped bothering with trolls and keyboard warriors.

But when it came to disparaging Si Fuqing, she couldn’t stand by.

The Ji family had dealings with her family, even a marriage connection, but what did that have to do with her?

She didn’t even know what Ji Qingwei looked like.

At her table sat the Xie family.

She had snapped a photo that caught the hand of Xie Yanqiu.

The latest RM model.

Eighty million.

Netizens came back humbled.

[ …A single watch worth a house in Sijiu City, even the Yu family isn’t this extravagant, who is this really?]

[No matter who it is, they’re out of our league. Seems like Si Fuqing does know some people.]

[Wait, aren’t you guys curious about something else? The blogger said she could only sit at the second table, who on earth is at the main table?!] [The blogger herself is a fairy rich lady, already beyond our envy.] [Take more photos! Quick, quick!]

Lin Jihuan no longer paid attention to some skeptics. She looked at the composed Xie Yu and patted the melancholic Yu Tang beside her, “Tangtang, does your family dock your allowance?”

If not for today’s banquet, she wouldn’t have known that Xie Yu was a rich young master.

But there was no such person in Sijiu City’s Xie family.

Mentioning this, Yu Tang also grew sad, “They do, my Uncle Nine docks my money every day, he’s really too much.”

“Your Uncle Nine?” Lin Jihuan was curious, “Did he come? I heard he’s very handsome, I’ve never seen him, he’s too low-key.” Yu Tang then realized she hadn’t seen her Uncle Nine either.

She looked around.

Wait, where had Qingqing gone?!

At 1 AM, on the other side of An City.

In a late-night noodle shop.

Si Fuqing was perusing the menu, “Boss, do you like eating noodles?” Yu Xiheng paused.

For some reason, he remembered the unforgettable bowl of noodles he had when he was ten in his previous life.

Perhaps it was because of that bowl, that later, during his campaigns north and south, even when food was so scarce that the soldiers had to dig for roots, he adapted quickly.

He zoned out briefly, then said softly, “Plain noodles are good enough.”

“That won’t do, you need to eat more meat to have strength.” Si Fuqing ordered two bowls of beef noodles, resting her chin on her hands, “Boss, sometimes you’re thrifty, sometimes extravagant.”

He had no particular demands about his daily needs.

“Hmm?” Yu Xiheng looked up, smiling, “Money should be spent where it matters, like on weapons, no price is too high.”

“That makes sense,” Si Fuqing nodded, “But still, we need to save for a rainy day.”

Yu Xiheng’s eyebrows lifted, his tone leisurely, “Then I must ask the lady to teach me more on this front..”