Chapter 1017: Chapter 1017: Making an Entrance with Style, The Good Do Not Arrive (7) Chapter 1017: Chapter 1017: Making an Entrance with Style, The Good Do Not Arrive (7) Ye Xiandong also attended the banquet, where he sat in his wheelchair, pushed by Qiao Qiao.

Entering the crowd once more, Xiandong initially felt very out of his element. He even encountered women he had been involved with in the past–ladies from high society, each dressed to the nines, yet they looked at him with disdain.

Even his old fair-weather friends, upon seeing him, pretended not to recognize him.

However, many were currying favor with Ye Shiqing and Ye Qilan, the two most eye-catching members of the Ye Family present at the scene.

Once, he had been the most eye-catching among the Ye men; in those days, he was the chairman of the Ye Family, but now he sat in a wheelchair, watching Qilan and Shiqing mingle and laugh among the crowd, admired by many women with affectionate gazes.

“Do you feel they are at the pinnacle of life, enjoying limitless glory? You must be remembering your own glorious past,” Qiao Qiao’s voice awakened Xiandong from his drifting thoughts.

Xiandong came back to reality and looked up at Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao placed food in his hand, “You should think about whether it’s the bad things you did in the past that have led to this downfall. You can choose to continue in decline, and nobody will pity you. Or you can choose to stand back up; maybe not as glorious as before, but you can show those who look down on you that Ye Xiandong isn’t so easily dismissed.”

Xiandong stared blankly at Qiao Qiao’s face. What he once thought was unremarkable now seemed increasingly attractive to him.

Not everyone had abandoned him, at least, Qiao Qiao had temporarily stayed by his side.

He, too, wanted to stand up, but his legs had no feeling at all; maybe he would just be a waste for the rest of his life.

Qiao Qiao would eventually leave him, if he stayed this way.

“Qiao Qiao, could you–” Xiandong’s voice drowned in the noisy environment.

Qiao Qiao didn’t catch what he said and leaned in closer, “What did you say just now?”

Xiandong could not bring himself to say it again. He had his pride and had mustered up the courage to speak earlier, but Qiao Qiao had not heard. Was this fate?

Shiqing was surrounded by numerous so-called highborn ladies, and his political acumen allowed him to remain impassive. Even if he felt impatient in his heart, he was still steady as a rock, politely engaging with the many women.

Until he glanced over and saw Qiao Qiao speaking closely with Xiandong. His pupils shrank, and he walked out of the circle, trance-like, toward Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao was oblivious to becoming the center of attention until she felt something off. She stood up straight and saw Shiqing only an inch away.

And there Shiqing was, about to grab her hand under the watchful eyes of all.

Su Hongxing had also noticed something amiss sooner and hurried over, pulling Qiao Qiao behind her at the critical moment.

Fortunately, she was timely. A moment later, the scene of Shiqing and Qiao Qiao’s tussle would have become everyone’s gossip fodder.

Around them, people had already started whispering, having witnessed Shiqing’s lapse in composure.

Xiandong heard the crowd discussing Qiao Qiao and Shiqing, and his face grew fiercely dark. He turned to Qiao Qiao and said coldly, “Xiaoqiao, I’m not feeling well, take me home.”

Qiao Qiao was obviously his, Ye Xiandong’s, wife, yet it was Shiqing who became the focus of everyone’s discussion, as if Shiqing was Qiao Qiao’s rightful husband. The feeling was awful.