"I heard that peasant woman's daughter is also eighteen now, already eighteen. She probably can't be groomed as an heir anymore! It seems that the Tang Family still has to rely on Fang Hongyu and her daughter to hold up the fort."
"..."
Less than three days later, the elite circle was brimming with various rumors about Tang Qiushui.
Fang Hongyu sat on the couch, listening to her assistant's report, her eyes brimming with smugness.
The people hadn't even returned, yet the rumors had transformed into this; she figured that the homecoming banquet that night would undoubtedly be bustling at the Tang household.
Fang Hongyu looked up at her assistant, "What time is the old man and the old lady's flight tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow afternoon at three," the assistant replied.
Fang Hongyu nodded, "Remember to remind me to pick them up."
"Of course, Miss Hongyu."
Before long, it was the next afternoon.
Fang Hongyu, along with Lv Tang, personally went to the airport to meet them.