Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 38 The ball begins, the emperor selects his concubines.

The cruise ship has three decks, including a top-tier presidential VIP suite.

Lian Qiran knocked on the door and then went inside. He saw Wen Tingye leaning against the window railing, seemingly lost in thought.

He glanced at Wen Tingye's back a few times, sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs to find a comfortable position, and began to talk to himself.

"Tingye, you wouldn't really be going to give in to the old lady and dance with my dim-witted niece, would you?"

"If you dance with her at the opening of the banquet, it will be equivalent to confirming her status as the daughter-in-law of the Wen family."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you really take a fancy to my niece, you'll have to call me 'Uncle' from now on."

Wen Tingye remained silent, his fingers tapping lightly on the railing by the window.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Lian Qiran stopped asking, but secretly felt pleased with himself.

In short, he could tell that Wen Tingye didn't like his niece who was not presentable at all.

But if this marriage goes through, Wen Tingye will become his nephew-in-law, making him a much younger member of the family. Just for that reason, even Qi Ran is somewhat looking forward to it.

Wen Tingye calls him "Little Uncle," which is exciting to think about.

He couldn't resist taking out his phone to share the good news with Hu Mingyu.

The banquet was about to begin, and the host was already in place.

After a round of pleasantries, everyone patiently joined in the support.

"For this banquet, we designed a special opening dance, and one of the lead dancers will be our CEO, Mr. Wen, who will choose a female companion on the spot..."

Just then, Wen Tingye, the male lead, made his entrance. He was dressed in a well-tailored, expensive suit, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He walked gracefully up the steps, but his face was cold and stern, as if he was not very happy.

Many socialites and wealthy young women were present, and upon hearing the news, they were instantly excited and eager to try their luck.

The Wen family is the head of the five major families in the capital city. Their position is stable and has been prosperous for a long time. Who wouldn't want to get on the good side of the Wen family?

Besides, this banquet is clearly a selection of wives for Wen Tingye. If they could catch Wen Tingye's eye, they would be willing to dance with him even if it was just for a dance and they didn't have any official title. In the future, if people told them that they were chosen by President Wen to be his date at the banquet, it would be a very prestigious thing.

Furthermore, Wen Tingye is a cool and handsome man, and even without the Wen family background, women would still be interested in him.

The women present were like women about to go into battle, ready to use every trick in the book to win Wen Tingye's favor.

Even Shen Jiangyuan put on a smile and secretly pulled down her collar to make herself look more glamorous and charming.

If she could, she would also hope to be favored by Wen Tingye. With Wen Tingye's affection, would she still need to follow Lian Jiaorui around like a lackey? The Lian family would probably have to curry favor with the Shen family in the future.

Lian Jiaorui was unaware of Shen Jiangyuan's thoughts. At this moment, she was very close to Wen Tingye and could clearly see the displeasure on Wen Tingye's face.

No one knew better than her that Wen Tingye never liked getting too close to women. Let alone dancing with his arm around her waist, even his assistants and secretaries who handled his affairs were all men.

With the help of Madam Wen, she dealt with Wen Tingye countless times, but never had any physical contact with him.

This banquet was an opportunity specially created for her and Wen Tingye by Old Madam Wen. She must seize it firmly, secure her position as Wen Tingye's wife, and win Wen Tingye's heart.

Thinking of this, Lian Jiaorui wore a proud expression of certainty.

How could any of those beautiful women on the field compare to her?

There's absolutely no comparison. She's the eldest daughter of the Lian family, a favored daughter of heaven, and the top choice with Old Madam Wen's backing.

All the women present were focused on Wen Tingye, but Ning Yao remained indifferent. She didn't even glance at the stage, feeling that the charity banquet prepared by the old lady of the Wen family for Wen Tingye was rather extravagant, like an empress dowager choosing a concubine for the emperor.

Wen Tingye, that slut, actually stood on the stage with a straight face, as if he really wanted to choose one of the women present to serve him for the night. Humph, all men are like this, even Wen Tingye is no exception.

Men can't escape the "it smells so good" phenomenon. All those rumors about men never getting close to women and not being interested in them are lies, just a false reputation of the upper class.

Ning Yao silently complained for a while, then composed herself and continued eating and drinking as usual, chatting casually with Chen Xuezong.

Meanwhile, Mo Fei'ao continued to pester Ning Yao, spontaneously introducing her to various pastries and drinks. He even instructed the chef to prepare several deep-sea specialties for Ning Yao, as if he wanted to bring out the best of everything on the entire cruise ship for her.

Ning Yao was enjoying her meal and didn't notice that Wen Tingye had already gone offstage and started the process of choosing a female partner.

Wen Tingye strode towards the audience. As Lian Jiaorui saw him approaching her, her heart pounded wildly. She carefully adjusted her skirt, raised her head slightly, and raised her arm, ready to offer her hand to Wen Tingye and become the most eye-catching female protagonist in the entire venue.

The women stared at Wen Tingye's figure, holding their breath, and when they saw him head towards Lian Jiaorui, a wave of disappointment washed over them.

As Wen Tingye drew closer, Lian Jiaorui's smile widened. The moment Wen Tingye reached her side, she naturally raised her hand and gracefully offered it to him.

But the next second, the guests watching the spectacle suddenly began to sigh.

Wen Tingye bypassed Lian Jiaorui and went straight to the plain-looking woman on the other side of the seat, making a gentlemanly gesture.

The woman was happily eating, with a small piece of snow-white cream cake still stuck to the corner of her mouth. Upon seeing this, she was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

For a moment, everyone's expressions and hand gestures froze.

Ning Yao glared at Wen Tingye, her clear black and white fox eyes seeming to question: Wen Tingye, what are you up to?

On the other side, when Madam Wen saw her son walk up to a strange woman, she frowned in confusion and thought to herself: What kind of trouble is her son up to?

Lian Jiaorui and Shen Jiangyuan felt as if they had been hit on the back of the head by a hundred-ton iron hammer, their vision filled with stars and their hearts filled with utter utter madness.

Grandpa Wen smiled knowingly, marveling that his son indeed had good taste, not taking a liking to that Miss Lian.

Wen Aixiu and Wen Baoying were practically jumping up and down, waving their arms and cheering. They both made a "V" sign in unison.

Mo Fei'ao clicked his tongue in amazement, thinking to himself: She really is my sister! She can even win over Wen Tingye, that old monk!

Chen Xuezong ground his back teeth in resentment, his eyes filled with hostility as he looked at Wen Tingye. He hadn't even gotten the chance yet, so what right did Wen Tingye, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, have?