A simple "long ti no see" seed to pull the two won back to a year ago, with scene after scene of confrontation, repeated clashing, and indescribable pain and bitterness, all because of each other.
Looking at Cheng Su in front of her, after a year of not seeing her, it seed as if ti had particularly favored her, leaving not a trace, and instead making her appear more charming and dignified.
Cheng Su’s face was not stunning, yet it radiated light. Was it because of love, because of happiness?
Within Chiang Qing, the jealousy and hatred in her blood boiled, screaming out, wanting to tear off that face. Why was she in hell, while Cheng Su stood above smiling?
They should all be in hell together, the three of them.
While Chiang Qing was scrutinizing Cheng Su, Cheng Su was also appraising her.
She wore long pants and a trench coat, with perfectly applied makeup, her red lips slightly curled up. She looked very capable and elegant, yet also charming, her lips slightly curving, her face betraying no emotion.
Chiang Qing had changed; her face appeared more radiant, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of makeup. It always seed that beneath that radiant face was a visage full of ruins, just a beautiful puppet doll.
The old Chiang Qing, gorgeous and beautiful, was coldly arrogant and proud, with the temperant of The Proud Daughter of Heaven. Although she was arrogant, she was full of blood, flesh, and soul.
Now, she was more radiant, her deanor appearing more genteel and soft, but she was missing a soul, that arrogant and cold soul. So she looked like a beautiful puppet.
No one present noticed anything unusual about Chiang Qing, seeing how beautifully and softly she smiled!
But Cheng Su knew she was furious, she was always jealous. Just from the increasingly forceful grip of her hand, it was clear she was struggling to suppress her true emotions.
Cheng Su slightly lowered her head with a smile. She had changed, becoming more subtle in her expressions, but deep down, she hadn’t changed at all. Oh, perhaps she had beco more twisted?
In any case, maintaining composure was indeed a skill Chiang Qing had honed over ti.
"Look at this, Director Chiang and President Cheng standing together, like two lovely flowers, so beautiful that you can’t look away!" Soone broke the probing tension between the two by speaking up.
Hands released, Cheng Su placed one hand over her own, smiling, "You’re joking, how could I compare to Director Chiang? I’m just a married woman now, while she is a stunning beauty!"
"Whether you can compare or not is not up to President Cheng, why not let Secretary Gao decide, which of these two flowers is more outstanding?" soone glanced at Secretary Gao.
At social gatherings, such joking comnts were not uncommon, especially at such official banquets, they were inevitable.
In her past life, Cheng Su had heard such jokes countless tis. She was already impervious to them and rely smiled them away.
But it was different for Chiang Qing. She was The Proud Daughter of Heaven, and listening to these suggestive words always felt particularly jarring. Yet she showed not a hint on her face, only slightly lowered her head, curling her lips into a shy smile, masking the flash of anger in her eyes.
Secretary Gao glanced at Chiang Qing, then at Cheng Su, smiling, "Each has their rits, one is a peony, the other an orchid, both outstanding!"
"So does the Secretary prefer peonies or orchids more?" the person continued.
Secretary Gao smiled without answering.
Soone accompanying them said, "You might not know, but Secretary Gao learned Chinese painting from a famous master and is skilled at painting peonies, which are highly sought after!"
"Oh? So that ans a preference for peonies!"
Secretary Gao humbly smiled and waved his hand, Cheng Su also smiled, yet her eyes quickly flashed, glancing at Chiang Qing. She too was smiling, but her hands were clenched!
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