Two years later, Lu Xiaoya was 18 years old.

At Luo Yu's suggestion, Lu Xiaoya asked her grandfather that the grand adult ceremony should be a hairpin ceremony inherited by the Han nationality for thousands of years.

At 7:30 p.m., guests enter.

The guests who came to watch the ceremony were famous figures in various fields. Even Mr. Ye invited many dignitaries.

There are long lanes, rows of square bluestone lamp posts, fragrant turpentine filled the air, and the Yellow turpentine light reflected the night. The lights are sparse for ten miles, but it is rare to be beautiful.

On the high beams and columns of the East Hall of the hall, there are huge glass coral lamps. The polished glass is against the colorful coral, which makes the whole east hall bright.

The hall is decorated with furniture such as the nave, the long table, the imperial chair and the tea table. The ground is covered with stable brown and yellow marble, which is gorgeous, dark and noble.

All this, noble and luxurious, suffocating.

Real antiques exude classical elegance from the inside to the outside. At a glance, you know that all these furnishings are treasures.

The invited elites from all walks of life are still shocked by the low-key luxury here.

"Oh, my God! The Lu family really took a lot of trouble for Miss Lu. All the good things at the bottom of the box have been taken out... "

"Yesterday, the Ye family handed over a large amount of property to Miss Lu. It is said that the valuation is more than three billion!"

"I heard that Angelica dahurica was pregnant before, and Miss Lu's inheritance right may be deprived. Now it seems that the luxurious hairpin ceremony tonight has been completed, and the identity of the heir of the Lu family has become her bondage..."

"That is to say, who would have thought that old ye would hold such a high-profile property handover ceremony? Even if Miss Lu's life experience is flawed, so what? Now who dares to say that she is not? Those bad experiences in the past, like rebirth, shaped her as she is now. "

"After tonight, she is the most valuable daughter in Kyoto..."

Bai Yihuan returned to China before Lu Xiaoya and hairpin ceremony.

At this moment, she stood in the crowd and listened to everyone's praise of Lu Xiaoya. Her heart seemed to be spilled with sulfuric acid.

Between her and Lu Xiaoya, she lost. She lost completely!

Where is she inferior to Lu Xiaoya?

Lu Xiaoya robbed her warm family, her status and even her surname

She suddenly pressed her chest, where she was almost worried that she couldn't suppress her reluctance, jealousy, hatred and resentment.

Suddenly, she thought of Mengru again. She didn't think of it. After three years of separation, she came back to see her black-and-white photos

"Yi Huan, what are you doing here?" Angelica dahurica couldn't find her daughter, so she finally found her in the crowd.

"Mom..." she slowly turned around, and her big eyes suddenly lost their look. "Lu Xiaoya's adult ceremony is so valuable. If Mengru were alive, she should enjoy such treatment, shouldn't she?" She murmured to herself as if in a dream.

Angelica dahurica's heart suddenly took a puff. She still had some feelings for Liu Mengru, but in two years, things have changed. Liu Mengru's death just made her hate Lu Xiaoya more.

In addition, the previous $3 billion dowry was like a slap in the face.

"Yi Huan, well, don't think any more," Angelica took her hand. "Anyway, don't show an unhappy expression. So many people are watching. If your grandfather knows, it's time to find a way to drive you away!"

Bai Yihuan regained consciousness and looked at his increasingly haggard mother, "I know, mom."