Chapter 239: 094: The truth about plotting against Mo Hudie, tormenting Li Xianxian_4
Ni Yang slightly raised her eyes, “No big deal. By the way, Brother Mo, I think Xiaodie really has the potential, you can hire a tutor to guide her. I believe she will achieve great things in the future!”
“Hmm.” Mo Qishen nodded approvingly, “I also think Xiaodie is pretty smart.”
Ni Yang continued, “Brother Mo, I have a suggestion for you.”
“Go ahead, Yangyang.”
Ni Yang said quietly, “Here’s what I remend, let’s keep this a secret for now. Once Xiaodie’s book is finally published, we can surprise everyone!” “Sure, I’ll follow your advice.” Mo Qishen had no objections about this matter. He firmly believed that everything Ni Yang said was right.
The two of them chatted while walking downstairs.
The Mo Family was a prominent family in Beijing, so there were many people who came to wish Grandma Mo a happy birthday today.
In no time, the ground floor lobby was crowded with people.
As the host, Mo Qishen was immediately approached by a servant as soon as he got downstairs, who wanted to discuss the details of the birthday banquet with him.
Ni Yang smiled, “Go on, Brother Mo, I can manage on my own.”
Mo Qishen hesitated for a moment, then said, “I shall return shortly.”
“Okay.” Ni Yang nodded.
Ni Yang was a beauty who had drawn the attention of countless admirers.
However, she exuded innate nobility, and given this was the Mo Family’s turf, not many people dared to offend her.
Ni Yang sat on the sofa, eating delicate pastries and listening to the conversation among the rich wives and daughters of the wealthy families. Who was wearing a stunning diamond ring.
Who was dressed in this year’s trendiest fashion.
When it came to trendy dresses, the rich wives and daughters all turned their eyes towards Li Xianxian in the middle of the hall.
To be precise, they were focused on the dress Li Xianxian was wearing.
Li Xianxian was wearing a stunning one-shoulder dress today. Designed in a gradient of blue and white colors, a layer of transparent organza was additionally adorning the dress, making the patterns on the skirt somewhat visible yet somewhat hidden.
With every step she took, the organza ebbed and flowed, as if she was strolling in the clouds. It was elegantly enchanting, capturing all the attention.
It far surpassed any traditional evening gown within the country!
On top of that, Li Xianxian’s makeup was entirely appropriate. It was neither thick nor theatrical, just right. Along with the beautiful dress, it was definitely the most dazzling existence.
Mo Rongping and Xiu Jiao were watching Li Xianxian from a distance, their faces displaying their satisfaction.
This kid isn’t bad, she can definitely hold her own in such an environment.
She made a matchless pair with Baichuan.
A daughter of a prosperous family approached Li Xianxian, looking at her with envy, “Xianxian, this dress of yours is stunning! Where did you get it?”
Li Xianxian answered gently, “Thankyou, Miss Zhao. I made this dress myself.”
She made it herself?
Upon hearing this, the other rich wives and heiresses were taken aback.
This Li Xianxian is too incredible!
She was able to make such a beautiful dress!
“Sister Xianxian, you’re so incredibly talented! Could you teach me when you have some spare time?” A young girl wearing a qipao joined them, pulling Li Xianxian’s arm with a brilliant smile, her beautiful eyes shining, and a dimple appearing charmingly on her cheek.
Li Xianxian, who everyone previously thought was dazzling, was totally lost in the background the moment this girl appeared.
This was like a bright star suddenly losing its shine.
And the young lady in the qipao next to Li Xianxian was like an irresistibly brilliant moon.
Without parison, everyone thought traditional Chinese gowns were a bit old-fashioned. But now, Western style gowns seemed bland pared to the qipao, which proudly showcased an unparalleled national beauty!
In front of the grandiose qipao, even the slightest shadow of a Western gown was instantly lost.
This is what we call heritage!
How could Western culture ever pare to the heritage passed down through five thousand years of Chinese civilization?
Watching the spotlight being pletely taken over by Ni Yang, Li Xianxian was grinding her teeth in anger. But she still managed to keep her polite smile, “Yangyang, do I look like a stingy person to you? Of course I would teach you if you really want to learn.”
Ni Yang smiled lightly, her gaze turning towards the hem of Li Xianxian’s dress, then said, “Sister Xianxian, are these flowers on the hem of your dress also hand embroidered by you?”
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