The night passed quickly, and by noon the next day, a line of high-end cars was parked in front of the Dragon Gate Hotel in Dragon Capital, with more arriving in a steady stream.
Wang Xinyao was dressed entirely in black—a black dress and black stockings—yet the somber attire couldn't conceal her devilish figure.
She wore a mourning cloth on her head and had a white flower pinned to her chest. Although the banquet was to celebrate her succession as Head of the Wang Family, respect for the dead came first. Old Madam Wang was a family elder, after all, so they couldn't simply act as if nothing had happened.
However, as more and more people arrived, Wang Xinyao and Jiang Ce understood with increasing clarity that the day's succession ceremony would be an arduous ordeal.
"Hmph, I've lived a long time, but this is the first I've seen such perfect crocodile tears. You just want your grandmother's position, don't you?"
