Yan Xinxin slowed her steps slightly upon hearing the remark.
Standing under the bright lights, her graceful and alluring silhouette sparked envy among a few won nearby.
She turned slightly, unhurried and poised, her S-shaped figure perfectly complented by the starlit silver-threaded gown she wore—an impeccably tailored masterpiece!
"Sothing the matter?"
She parted her rosy lips and asked coolly.
Her deanor was composed and detached, free from agitation or disturbance.
The won who had been gossiping and mocking her monts earlier were now struck by the refined elegance she radiated.
Such a cold yet noble aura could only belong to the daughter of an illustrious family!
"May I ask which family you’re from? I don’t think we’ve seen you in this circle before."
"Exactly, soone as gorgeous as you—if we had t, you’d be unforgettable."
"What’s your na?"
The won fired successive questions, seemingly intrigued by Yan Xinxin, convinced she must hail from a wealthy lineage.
Though their deanor appeared friendly, inwardly, each of them looked down on her with disdain!
"I apologize, but I don’t take much pleasure in conversing with people who gossip behind others’ backs."
Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful eyes and spoke indifferently.
The grins froze on the faces of the won instantly.
"What do you an by that?"
"Acting so stuck up?"
"Do you think being wealthy makes you special?"
"On the contrary."
Yan Xinxin spoke calmly, her stunning eyes sweeping over the overly made-up won in front of her.
"I’m not just poor; I’m so broke I can barely make ends et every month."
"..."
"Ha! Broke and yet you can afford such a rare gown? Is it a knockoff?"
"Impossible. The craftsmanship is unmistakably authentic! Miss, you sure know how to put on a show."
"Exactly! Pretentious and disgusting!"
"Disgusting, you say?"
Yan Xinxin lifted her captivating gaze toward one of the won, her tone nonchalant.
"If you find it so nauseating, why not step inside and throw up? Just don’t get your dress dirty."
"..."
"As for , I indeed lack the ans to buy sothing as expensive as this dress."
Yan Xinxin reached out her delicate hand to adjust the hem of her gown, her lips curling into a proud smile.
"But my husband does."
"Your husband?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Yan Xinxin blinked her enchanting eyes knowingly.
"You were asking about my na, weren’t you? Honestly, there’s no need to bother rembering , but you should be familiar with my husband’s na."
She smiled, extending her hand flaunting the diamond ring on her ring finger.
Under the lights, the brilliant facets of the diamond glead blindingly.
Feigning remorse, Yan Xinxin furrowed her fine brows slightly.
"Apologies if the sparkle happens to blind any of you, though thankfully not completely. Oh, and this? It’s the wedding ring Chuxi gave . I adore it."
"..."
"..."
Chuxi?
Mo Chuxi?
Her husband is Mo Chuxi—Young Master Mo?
"You—you’re Yan Xinxin?!"
The won finally reacted in stunned disbelief.
Yan Xinxin let out a soft laugh.
"So, I’m famous after all?"
"You..."
"A word of advice: don’t gossip unnecessarily, lest you risk having your delicate faces slapped swollen."
With a proud smile, Yan Xinxin turned gracefully to leave.
"... You!"
"Yan Xinxin, you..."
"Bah! She really thinks she can rise to glory just like that!"
"Why don’t we figure out a way to make her humiliate herself later?"
"Agreed! But make sure Young Master Mo doesn’t find out; otherwise, it’s us who’ll suffer!"
The jewelry exhibition hall.
Various magnificent, dazzling jewelry and diamond works were displayed inside transparent showcase cabinets, including Angel’s Tears.
Nobles and gentlen, socialites and distinguished ladies, all leisurely admired the collection.
While everyone was absorbed in the breathtaking designs, a commotion suddenly erged at the entrance of the hall.
"Who has arrived?"
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