Immediately afterward, Song Xue seemed to suddenly remember something and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh dear, I almost forgot, Xia Huanhuan has absolutely no blood relation to your Xia family. She's not your biological daughter at all!"

After saying that, Song Xue covered her mouth and chuckled softly, then continued:

"How pitiful! Xia Huanhuan actually ran into such terrible adoptive parents. She's just incredibly unlucky!"

Li Qin: "Song Xue, do you think your Song family is anything special? All you have is a little money, what's there to be proud of!"

"Hmph! I'm so smug, what can you do about it?"

A smug smile appeared on Song Xue's face. "It's a shame that Ah Lin used to be related to your Xia family through marriage. Thinking about it now makes me feel disgusted."

As she spoke, Song Xue even pretended to tremble.

Li Qin was furious and wanted to smash the plate in her hand into this bitch's face.

However, her mind was filled with the man's instructions before she came, so she suppressed her anger and warned him:

"You slut, get the hell away from me and don't mess with me, or don't blame me for getting your pretty dress dirty!"

Song Xue was worried that Li Qin would really disregard everything and dirty her dress. If that were the case, wouldn't all her efforts to dress up carefully this morning and beg Song Lin to bring her to this banquet have been in vain?

So, she rolled her eyes at Li Qin impatiently, then, like a proud peacock, held her head high and strode away.

Li Qin watched Song Xue's retreating figure and couldn't help but spit out a harsh "Pui!"

She couldn't help but recall the past, when Ye Huanhuan often returned to her parents' home after marrying into the Song family to complain to her about how sharp-tongued and difficult her sister-in-law, Song Xue, was.

At that time, in order to allow Ye Huanhuan to get more benefits from the Song family, Li Qin always brushed off Ye Huanhuan's complaints, telling her to bear with it and that it would be fine.

Sometimes, she would even scold Ye Huanhuan: Now that you've married into the Song family and become a member of the Song family, you shouldn't keep going back to your parents' home to cry, making it seem like someone has died there.

However, now it seems that Song Xue is indeed detestable, she is simply a born scoundrel!

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On the other side, in the dressing room.

“Huanhuan, your dress is no longer wearable. Dad asked me to dress you up again, but he didn’t tell me how to deal with the dress you’re wearing.”

As she spoke, a hint of mockery flickered in Ye Ru's eyes:

"If you really can't wear anything, just wear whatever you like. If you wait any longer, the banquet will start soon."

Ye Huanhuan's gorgeous haute couture gown had been brutally torn to shreds by Herbert Smith and was no longer wearable.

Although the exquisite makeup on her face was ruined, it could be redone; however, this expensive haute couture dress had to be ordered a week in advance to be obtained.

With less than an hour left before the banquet begins, finding a perfectly fitting and glamorous haute couture gown in such a short time is practically impossible.

Inside the hotel, there were inexpensive dresses specially prepared for the host.

If there's really no other way, Ye Huanhuan will have to wear these dresses on stage.

However, if her dress is not of high quality for such an important occasion, the outside world will definitely make a big deal out of this family reunion banquet.

At that time, she will likely become a laughing stock.

"I've already asked Secretary Liu to make the arrangements. You don't need to worry about this!"

From the moment she saw Ye Ru's true colors, she could no longer maintain a friendly demeanor towards Ye Ru. Therefore, the words she spoke at this moment were extremely cold.

Ye Ru didn't care at all about Ye Huanhuan's cold attitude. She chuckled lightly:

"Heh, since that's how it is, I'll head out now. Huanhuan, you'd better take care of yourself!"

After saying that, she left the dressing room to hand in her task to Ye Haiming.

Ye Huanhuan took a deep breath, looked at the tattered dress in the mirror, and felt a wave of panic.

She took out her phone and called Secretary Liu, but to her surprise, he told her that there was a traffic jam and it would take at least two more hours to get to the Rosewood Hotel.

Two hours is simply not enough time!

By the time Secretary Liu arrives, the banquet will probably be over.

Just as Ye Huanhuan was anxious and at her wits' end, a strange man arrived at the door of the dressing room, carrying an exquisite bag in his hand.

"Miss Huanhuan, this is what Mr. Tang prepared for you."

The man gently placed the bag on the sofa in the dressing room, then prepared to leave.

Upon hearing the man's voice, Ye Huanhuan instantly recognized him as Zhao, Tang Yi's assistant.

She asked, "What is this?"

Assistant Zhao replied to Ye Huanhuan respectfully and politely:

"This is the latest seasonal design, a haute couture gown meticulously crafted by a renowned French designer, and valued at over 20 million yuan."

Ye Huanhuan quickly stepped forward, opened the bag, and saw that inside was an incredibly gorgeous black dress.

The skirt of this dress is studded with countless dazzling diamonds, each one radiating an amazing light.

Ye Huanhuan was shocked. She never expected that Tang Yi would prepare such a gorgeous dress for her in advance.

"Ms. Ye, please rest assured, this dress was carefully selected for you by Mr. Tang and was custom-made to your measurements."

Ye Huanhuan felt a surge of emotion, but even more so, she felt puzzled.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she couldn't help but ask:

"Could it be that your CEO, Mr. Tang, had already prepared this dress a long time ago?"

Assistant Zhao nodded and said, "That's right, Miss Ye. The day before you met with President Tang at the Champs-Élysées restaurant, President Tang instructed someone to start making this dress, and it was only completed yesterday. Originally, President Tang wanted to give this dress to you as a gift as your boyfriend, but unfortunately, you declined. But it's good that you can put it to good use now."

Ye Huanhuan's heart was like a surging tide, with all sorts of emotions intertwined, making her feel incredibly complicated.

On the one hand, she was grateful for Tang Yi's thoughtfulness and consideration. On the other hand, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

The disappointment she experienced in her previous relationship had caused her to lose all expectation and longing for a new romance.

Her heart was tightly shut, as if covered by a thick layer of frost, making it difficult to open.

Therefore, no matter how hard Tang Yi tried, he was destined to receive no response from her.