"What old friends are you talking about? Didn’t Hanhan ntion it? Nowadays, the big shot is actually dating her family mber; they’re practically family now."
"Yes, family. Definitely family."
The actors and actresses who had quickly figured out her relationship with the big shot through Fang Han’s few words, regardless of how deeply envious or jealous they were, still beca more enthusiastic towards her.
Thus, that night, wave after wave of complints ca flooding towards her like free giveaways at a market—
"Hanhan, you’re really low-key, having such a strong network like Starlight Capital at ho, but you never once revealed it to us. If we hadn’t talked about it, you’d probably keep it tightly under wraps."
"Hanhan, if you ever get a role in any big production from Starlight Investnts, don’t forget us good sisters."
So people grew curious and began enquiring about her love life:
"Hanhan, who exactly is this family mber of yours? You’re so blessed! You’ve found such an outstanding boyfriend. How did you two et?"
"Is it a cousin or a distant relative? Bring them out to play with us soti."
"It must be a sister of Hanhan; otherwise, how could it be a family mber."
"Hanhan is so beautiful, and both her grandmother and mother are beauties. How does that sister or cousin look? Is she as beautiful as you are?"
"..."
At that ti, the event was a fashion gala.
In a banquet hall at a renowned international five-star hotel in Beijing, the venue was adorned with luxurious flower arrangents and lit brightly.
The light from the chandeliers overhead cast a layer of glittering gold on everyone present, all of whom were dressed exquisitely and lavishly.
It made everyone appear dazzlingly impressive.
Yet, among these already glowing individuals, they still pursued sothing higher—the one whose re na shone irresistibly bright.
Also one of tonight’s dazzling participants, Fang Han wore a black gown studded with diamonds, holding a goblet filled with light-gold champagne. Her heart was a whirlpool of emotions.
She disdained these people who lacked anything substantial yet were bent on currying favor, but enjoyed the feeling of being praised and envied by them.
She understood perfectly well that, even if she mingled with them, she and they were inherently different.
The sun and moon are the sun and moon, the stars are the stars, while artificial diamonds, no matter how bright, still need sunlight, moonlight, and starlight to shine faintly.
However, after everyone had left, she couldn’t help but regret in her heart, wondering why the person who shone so brightly had beco so capable, yet hadn’t improved his perception in choosing partners. He still focused only on the refreshing little flower right in front of him, rather than lifting his head to see the more dazzling sun, moon, and stars in the sky.
Given his current qualifications, he could certainly do it.
Yes, she admitted, the refreshing little flower has its own beauty.
But as lovely as the refreshing little flower might be, can it be more beautiful than the sparkling stars in the sky?
If Shi Wangyue’s girlfriend wasn’t Ning Youguang, even if it were soone from his past middle school, elentary school, high school, or any girl from Jincheng, she thought that going for them might be better than this.
Right after, she secretly regretted having misunderstood her cousin for so many years.
She thought she would just pick a profession, beco a university lecturer, live a plain life, and that neither their circle in life nor their career paths would intersect, so there wasn’t any need to stay close.
Consequently, over the years, she beca increasingly distant with her, even neglecting the sparse cousinly bond between them.
Who would’ve thought that there’d be such a sudden turn, that she’d have such a change and find Shi Wangyue as a boyfriend.
Suddenly, it made her special.
Now, connecting with her would require more effort.
...
The night the fashion gala ended.
Fang Han sat in her million-dollar van, wrapped in a thin jacket, gazing dreamily at the dimly lit street outside, unable to resist sighing—
Nowadays, wanting to accomplish anything isn’t easy.
Those capable of manipulating capital are the ones who earn the most.
How quickly money multiplies money.
How easy it is to harvest from the masses.
With the convenience of the internet, capital has agglorated more, and the few belonging to the core positions, with the right approach, can create a new world in an instant, crafting a fresh legend in re monts.
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