Chapter 1021: Chapter 1021: Old Friends Return, Evening Banquet’s Turbulence (1) Chapter 1021: Chapter 1021: Old Friends Return, Evening Banquet’s Turbulence (1) Ye Zheng’s words had barely faded when he saw someone hurriedly walking toward them.

Su Hongxing, seeing the lingering smile on Ye Zheng’s face, followed his gaze. When she clearly made out the person approaching, her eyes fixed in place–it was Mo Jianrong.

Mo Jianrong, obviously agitated, rushed forward and finally stopped in front of Lin Zhi.

His gaze was fixed on Lin Zhi, his eyes filled with unmistakable elation, “Ali, are you still alive?!”

Lin Zhi nodded indifferently but politely, “I was spared by fate, still alive.”

Mo Jianrong’s expression was complex, with ecstasy, sorrow, and perhaps many other intricate emotions.

It wasn’t long before Mo Qiu arrived, accompanying Mo Jianrong’s wife, Lan Lin.

Lan Lin, who had initially not believed her own eyes, now stood closer and, seeing clearly that it was indeed Lin Zhi, her eyes betrayed complex emotions, “Ali, it’s really you…”
Not only was Lin Zhi alive, but she had also married Ye Zheng, the once-famed young master of a noble family? This woman’s luck was indeed tough. She was so much older than Ye Zheng, and he fell for her?

“Aunt Lin, you’re actually…” Mo Qiu also saw Lin Zhi, looking incredulous.

Qiao Qiao saw Lin Zhi standing with Mo Jianrong and finally remembered. When she was a child attending banquets with her father, she had seen Lin Zhi before.

At that time, Lin Zhi was Mo Jianrong’s wife.

So many years had passed in a flash, and the woman standing beside Mo Jianrong had been replaced by Lan Lin, while the man by Lin Zhi’s side was now Ye Zheng.

As for Su Hongxing, she finally understood something–why she had felt Lin Zhi looked familiar at first. It was because Mo Li’s demeanor and aura, including Mo Li’s eyes, were all inherited from Lin Zhi.

Wasn’t Mo Li’s name derived from Mo Jianrong and Lin Zhi’s surnames?

No wonder Ye Qilan was hesitant to speak earlier; it was because he didn’t want her to know that Mo Li was Lin Zhi’s son, wasn’t it?

Among everyone present, only the old man of the Ye Family had the ugliest expression.

He knew Ye Zheng was a harbinger of bad luck, whose appearance would bring shame to the Ye family.

Now, look at that–everyone knew Lin Zhi was once Mo Jianrong’s wife, and it was clear that the young master of the Ye Family had picked up Mo Jianrong’s discarded old shoe.

Lin Zhi, this woman, was over a decade older than Ye Zheng.

A perfectly good banquet, because of Ye Zheng’s appearance, had provided everyone with gossip for after-dinner conversation.

Compared to the complex feelings of most people present, Lin Zhi was quite composed; she smiled slightly, hand in hand with Ye Zheng, “Thanks to everyone’s kindness, I am not only still alive, but I am also living quite well.”

She said, looking up at Ye Zheng, “My husband is very good to me.”

The luckiest thing in her life was meeting Ye Zheng. It was Ye Zheng who had led her out of the maze of her past, giving her the happiest life.

Ye Zheng smiled tenderly and leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on Lin Zhi’s face.

Mo Jianrong clenched his fists tightly, still in disbelief at the scene before him. His wife, whom he had thought long dead, had actually married Ye Zheng. To know, Lin Zhi was much older than Ye Zheng; technically, Lin Zhi could be considered Ye Zheng’s senior.

How could Ye Zheng possibly marry a woman so much older than him?

The scene of Ye Zheng and Lin Zhi, loving and affectionate, was undoubtedly a jab in the eyes of Mo Jianrong’s family.

Lan Lin was the first to regain composure, her smile warm. She took Mo Jianrong’s arm and whispered softly, “Husband, Ali is doing well now, we can be at ease.”

“Some people’s hypocritical facades are nauseating.” Ye Zheng’s icy gaze paused on Lan Lin’s face for two seconds.