The Zhuang family is quite a spectacle in the elite circles of Jincheng.
Although they joined late, their strong presence demands attention, making them a family that others would look down upon yet reluctantly maintain a cheerful facade to befriend.
In short, bowing down to soone they consider inferior inevitably makes so people feel embarrassed deep inside.
This conflicting psychological state leads to Zhuang Yijing not being proactively befriended by those self-proclaid noble gentries at social gatherings.
However, when they need to build a rapport, they do occasionally engage in hypocritical niceties or even flattery with her.
These won, already putting on quite a contrived smile in front of Zhuang Yijing, feel even more unbalanced internally.
In front of her, they all sweet-talk and smile, yet behind her back, they nitpick her every word and deed.
So, when the white-collar beauties at the event saw Zhuang Yijing leading her clumsy siblings making a big spectacle upon arrival, a sense of satisfaction arose within them.
However, when they saw the Zhuang siblings, after making a scene, nonchalantly proceed to the front row VIP seats, they were astounded.
The event hadn’t started yet, and the early-arriving guests mingled amidst fragrant gowns and coiffures.
Currently, only two people occupied the VIP seats: one being the influential lady of Sanhu Industrial Group, and the other, through careful inquiry, they had learned her identity—the niece from the Xia family, the low-key heiress of the Ning family.
The usual attitude of the Sanhu Industrial Group’s lady towards Zhuang Yijing was clear to the white-collar beauties of Jincheng like a mirror.
Therefore, seeing her lead her siblings forward, they imdiately stood on tiptoe, eagerly awaiting a spectacle.
Unexpectedly, they soon found themselves mistaken.
Zhuang Yijing, the so-called nouveau riche, was even more brazen than they thought. She wasn’t greeting the lady of Sanhu Industrial Group; instead, she was heading towards the Ning family heiress.
After a mont of dismay, everyone showed excitent and began whispering to each other—
"This Zhuang nouveau riche must think that anyone sitting in the VIP seats must be prestigious, leading her siblings over to ingratiate themselves."
"Folks from small families lack discernnt; how can Miss Ning associate with her?"
"Zhuang Yijing must think this is her business venue, where she can crash around like a bumpkin without sha."
"Wow, wait and see, Zhuang nouveau riche’s face is going to get slapped!"
"Exactly, who does Miss Ning think she is? Would she even pay attention to her?!"
"Hey, maybe after seeing Miss Ning’s celestial face, she’ll be so timid she won’t even dare to speak."
But soon, they were dumbfounded!
It wasn’t Zhuang nouveau riche who got slapped in the face—it was them.
They only saw Zhuang Yijing leading her siblings to Miss Ning, who not only did not ignore her but greeted her as if she were an old friend, imdiately embracing upon eting.
Em! brac! ing!
"..."
Jin Jiayi’s eyes nearly popped out.
After hugging Ning Youguang, Zhuang Yijing finally paid so attention to the woman sitting next to her.
Upon seeing, she noticed the lady of Sanhu Industrial Group, who usually liked to look at her like a peacock, "Oh, Mrs. Jin, it’s you." 1314
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