The guests were almost all here, and the staff responsible for collecting signatures and cash gifts at the entrance were about to wrap things up, when a white dress tail suddenly appeared in their line of sight.
The staff instinctively looked up, their eyes widening in astonishnt.
Which of tonight’s socialites wasn’t dressed in glamorous, dazzling outfits? Yet none could rival the stunning beauty of the young girl before them.
The girl had a tall and slender figure, wearing a black long coat, with a belt that highlighted her slender waist. Beneath the coat, a white skirt tail peeked out, seemingly with silver patterns that shimred like waves with each step.
The classic black and white combination gave the girl an elegant and solemn aura.
As she walked closer, her face gradually beca clear in the misty rain.
The staff lanted their shallow knowledge and limited vocabulary, unable to find the words to describe the shock beyond saying "holy crap."
A small face with skin that seed flawless, with features sculpted by a ticulous hand and assembled into a naturally breathtaking visage.
There are many types of beauties in this world, but they’re rely shells of human existence.
Yet the girl before them possessed a beauty that was profound and striking, as if her transcendent soul shone through her ultimate façade.
It was a beauty that surpassed physical appearance and was both unearthly and sophisticated.
The silver-edged glasses perched on the girl’s nose were like a magical seal, capturing just the right allure while adding an intellectual coolness and creating a sense of distance.
The girl walked under the eaves, closing her umbrella with an unhurried, lazy grace that was utterly charming.
She placed the umbrella at the designated spot and approached the table, taking a red envelope out of her coat pocket and handing it over.
The staff snapped back to reality after being nudged by a colleague, hurriedly accepted the envelope, and handed the pen to her.
All guests were required to leave a signature, and the staff would record the amount of their cash gifts.
The girl took the pen and lowered her head to write her na in the book.
The staff saw a na written in bold, flowing strokes, quite different from the girl’s ethereal aura—it was free and untad, exuding a wild freedom, yet with undeniable mastery of calligraphy.
Shen You’an.
The staff silently mouthed the na.
There are no high-profile families with the surna Shen in Jingzhou. Judging by her age, she might be the sa age as the eldest daughter. Could she be a friend of hers?
As the staff pondered this, Wei Lai approached quickly, showing great respect for the girl.
"Miss Shen, we’ve been waiting for you."
The staff were thunderstruck, unable to believe their eyes.
Wei Lai is the confidante of the main lady, in charge of all the Yu household affairs. Besides the Yu family heads, Wei Lai holds the highest position.
Why would he show such deference to a girl whose background is unknown?
Could this girl have a remarkable background?
A colleague whispered, "She is Shen You’an. Don’t you follow the entertainnt industry? She’s quite famous now."
The staff frowned: "Isn’t she just a celebrity?"
Celebrities may be adored by fans, glamorous and radiant, but among high society, they hardly count for anything, especially at a Yu family banquet where even the biggest stars of the entertainnt industry cannot earn an invitation.
This starlet seems to be attracting a lot of attention—who could be her mysterious benefactor?
He recalled the notorious Second Master Yu Fuce, who previously had a scandal with the actress Qiao Wan, rumored to have started an entertainnt company just to boost her career.
Looking more closely, the girl’s eyes and figure slightly resembled Qiao Wan, but she was younger and far more beautiful, with an elevated allure. Could the second master still be up to his old tricks, indulging in romantic dramas?
This is the second wife’s son’s full-month celebration—how dare they...
The incident with Qiao Wan at Old Madam Yu’s funeral still lingered in their minds, could history be repeating itself?
In a short ti, the staff imagined many scenarios, increasingly convinced, looking at Shen You’an with a hint of dislike.
As beautiful as she may be, being a howrecker is contemptible.
The main wife seems attentive towards the second wife on the surface, maintaining the dignity of her position—who knows if she’s secretly jealous that the second wife gave birth to the Yu family’s eldest grandson. The previous protection of Qiao Wan, and now showing such respect for this girl, must harbor ulterior motives.
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