"Xiao Feng, for me, this is a Hongmen Banquet, and for the Jiang Family, it may not be otherwise either." An Yiqing turned over and sat up from the sofa, her slightly cold gaze lingering on the glaring red. "From the moment I set my sights on the sodium block in Central, I had already formed enmity with Jiang Zirong. That person is arrogant and autocratic, and in this Flower Island territory, he’s always been domineering. This is very detrimental to my development on Flower Island. Of course, I don’t mind him making trouble for me regarding the transfer of the land. However, regarding Jiang Xuerou’s matter, I demand a result."

An Yiqing’s expression turned completely cold. She could disregard Jiang Zirong’s backdoor sabotaging of her business, but she could not tolerate Jiang Xuerou slandering her with the scandal involving Li Yuphei. She would not forgive anyone who tried to harm her relationship with Ah Lin.

As long as the Jiang Family stays honestly in the Galaxy Sect, she won’t continue to pursue the issue. But as for Jiang Xuerou, she must be taught a profound lesson.

The next night, Zhang Yufeng drove An Yiqing and Xiao Hei towards the Jiang Family.

"Xiao Hei, when we reach the Jiang Family, you’ll only need to eat. With Sister An here, there’s nothing to worry about." In the car, An Yiqing smiled and gently stroked Xiao Hei’s little head, speaking softly.

On this outing, all the Thirteen Blood Generals were following behind her. However, An Yiqing was unwilling to entrust Xiao Hei to a group of careless men. After much consideration, she decided that Xiao Hei would be safest by her side.

Xiao Hei nodded obediently, melting An Yiqing’s heart.

The black Mercedes car slowly parked at the gate of the Jiang Family villa. An Yiqing, in a white dress, emerged from the car with Xiao Hei in dark-colored shorts and shirt.

"Miss An’s grand presence graces this humble abode!" Jiang Huai’s confident voice echoed from inside the villa.

An Yiqing looked up and saw an elderly man dressed in black home wear, leaning on a dragon-head cane, and being supported by Jiang Zirong. Behind him followed a resentful Jiang Xuerou and the green-clothed woman seen at the Li Family banquet earlier—Jiang Xuerou’s close friend and stepmother.

An Yiqing stood by the car without moving, a gentle smile playing on her lips, her gaze was somewhat intricate.

"Jiang Huai, Elder Jiang, I’ve admired your reputation for a long time."

Jiang Huai wasn’t surprised that An Yiqing recognized him right away. He laughed as he approached her and extended his right hand, "Miss An, I’ve heard about your illustrious name for quite some time."

An Yiqing slightly raised her willow eyebrows, displaying a profound smile, and extended her right hand for a handshake with Jiang Huai.

"Elder Jiang is too kind. I owe my notoriety to the fortune provided by the Jiang Family."

Jiang Huai’s gaze deepened, Jiang Zirong’s hostility gradually surfaced, and Jiang Xuerou was visibly angry, held tightly by her stepmother.

They all understood the implied meaning in An Yiqing’s words. Her fame throughout Flower Island was indeed due to Jiang Zirong and Jiang Xuerou. Without them, how could she have become famous across Hong Kong?

This metaphorical slap in the face suddenly made the atmosphere between them awkward.

"Haha, Miss An, such eloquence," Jiang Huai gave An Yiqing a deep look, "Let’s not stand here anymore, let’s speak inside. Dinner is ready."

An Yiqing nodded with a smile and followed Jiang Huai inside. As she passed by Jiang Xuerou, her steps paused for a moment, she cast a deep look at her, her gaze full of mockery.

Jiang Xuerou felt her face burning; An Yiqing’s gaze seemed to flaunt her victory, blatantly telling her—defeated!

Clenching her silver teeth, Jiang Xuerou glared at An Yiqing’s back. After a moment, she suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

Despicable! Enjoy your moment of triumph! If you recognize your place, you’ll keep your life; if not, haha...

In the dining room, Jiang Huai sat at the head, An Yiqing was on his right side, and Jiang Zirong on his left. Jiang Xuerou and her stepmother sat sequentially below. An Yiqing glanced at the exquisite dishes on the table, silently smiled, and then turned to look at the elder standing behind Jiang Huai.

That elder, like Jiang Huai, was an expert. However, Jiang Huai was merely a master of internal martial arts, but that elder should be a martial cultivator.

Lowering her gaze, An Yiqing’s eyes glinted with light. This banquet was certainly not one of goodwill; tonight, promises to be very intriguing.

"Miss An, tonight is all about simple home-cooked meals, feel free to enjoy yourself," Jiang Huai chuckled, nodding to Uncle Jiang standing behind him.