Chapter 78

Qin Su stood in the noisy venue, her bright and beautiful face attracting glances from passersby.

As time passed unnoticed, the little girl who used to tug at her clothes and act coquettishly in my memory has grown into such an outstanding and remarkable person.

It even made her feel a little unfamiliar.

A sudden pang of melancholy welled up in Shi Mudan's heart. After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Susu, have I neglected you these past few years? Will you...?"

Will I resent her? Will I feel that she is too irresponsible as a mother?

Qin Su was surprised that Shi Mudan would ask this question. She paused for a moment and carefully looked at her expression.

Why did you ask that?

Qin Su did not give her a direct answer.

This is not a question she should answer.

"They say a little concern is no substitute for a large sum of money," Qin Su joked. "How about you make some more transfers later?"

Her nonchalant tone relieved Shi Mudan.

Shi Mudan didn't bring up the previous topic again, and smiled and said, "Okay, I'll add it for you later."

The banquet was about to begin, so she went back to her seat in the front row.

Qin Su found her seat and sat down, while the system nestled in her arms and licked its fur.

“Mothers are truly the most sensitive people in the world to their children,” Qin Su exclaimed. “Judging from Shi Mudan’s expression just now, it seemed as if she had sensed something.”

The system looked up, bewildered: "Huh? She found out?"

Qin Su said, "I don't know, but it was probably just a momentary intuition. How could an ordinary person make such an absurd connection?"

The system tilted its head: "Then why did you avoid the topic when she just asked you?"

"She wasn't asking me, she was asking the original owner of this body," Qin Su said matter-of-factly. "I don't know what the original owner was thinking, so how could I answer her?"

The system eagerly replied, "Let me go through all the original owner's data."

It flipped and turned over for a long time.

"Found it. It was mentioned in the original owner's alternate social media account."

The system read aloud what the original owner had posted: "...Since my parents divorced, my mother has been very busy. Sometimes I doubt whether she really loves me, but childbirth is such a painful thing. She was willing to give birth to me, so how could she not love me..."

"...It's late at night and I'm feeling emo again...I keep reminding myself that before she became my mother, she was herself."

"She should have her own job, her own career, and her own life plan, but sometimes I can't control myself and I still want to cry."

"It's not her fault, it's because I'm not strong enough."

...

The system couldn't understand the bitterness and sorrow in the story; it only extracted the key words.

"The original owner said that he didn't blame Shi Mudan."

Qin Su chuckled and tapped its head: "Silly, when a person truly doesn't resent others, they won't convince themselves that they don't resent the other person."

The system meowed and rubbed its head against her palm: "So the original owner actually blamed Shi Mudan?"

"Not necessarily." Qin Su shook her head. "Human emotions are very complex. Even she herself may not be clear about them. How could I, an outsider, know?"

“That’s the downside of taking someone else’s identity,” Qin Su sighed softly. “It’s hard to deal with people you have emotional ties with in the past, especially family members.”

The system said, "How about we start from infancy in the next world?"

Qin Su thought for a moment and agreed, "Okay."

The system secretly looked forward to it and decided to go back and carefully choose from its wishes.

You should know that Su Su was incredibly cute when she was little.

***

The seating arrangement at the charity gala was very hierarchical, with the bigwigs sitting in the front and the younger people in the middle and back rows.

There are all kinds of talented young people, as well as some celebrities and internet personalities.

The seating area wasn't brightly lit, but the moment Qin Su sat down, the area immediately shone.

People around frequently turned around, casting admiring glances.

During halftime, Qin Su stood up to get some dessert.

Because she was going to walk the red carpet upon entering, she wore a court-style gold tulle dress today. The layers of the skirt were embroidered with deep gold flowers, and the light shimmered and peeked out as she moved.

The gilded flower earrings hanging from her ears brushed against the light veil on her shoulders as she lowered her head, like ripples stirring up spring water.

Along this short stretch of road, people kept trying to strike up conversations with him.

"Miss, may I scan your QR code to become a friend?"

Qin Su: "Excuse me, I'm using a landline."

"Hello, I'm the CFO of Shiqing Group. This is my business card. May I get to know you?"

Qin Su: "Sorry, I've never heard of it."

"Hey beautiful, what's your name?"

Qin Su: "Anonymous."

She was reluctant to talk to men, but her attitude towards women was much better.

When asked about her dress and jewelry brands, or her makeup and styling team, she answered truthfully.

A little girl exclaimed "Eh!" when she heard the name of her perfume.

"We both use the same perfume, so why do they smell a little different? Is there some different way to apply them?"

The scent that each person emits is related to many factors, which is difficult to explain.

Qin Su simply taught her a little trick: "Spray perfume on the hem of your skirt, and the fragrance will gradually deepen as you walk, creating a fragrant effect with every step."

The little girl's eyes widened as if she had discovered a treasure: "You can do that too!"

A low chuckle came from behind.

Someone politely asked, "What about the men? Could you teach me, Professor Qin?"

Qin Su was startled when she heard the voice and turned around to look.

Ye Yan, dressed in a gray suit, was smiling as he looked at her.

"What are you doing here?" Qin Su asked, slightly surprised.

Ye Yan said, "The charity gala also sent me an invitation."

Qin Su looked him over with a subtle expression: "You didn't mention this when we were at the school gate."

Ye Yan smiled slightly: "I'm afraid everyone's gaze will kill me."

Qin Su: "It's all aboveboard, what are you afraid of?"

"Perhaps I wasn't upright enough," Ye Yan said softly. "I have a guilty conscience."

Qin Su glanced at him, curled her lips into a smile, and remained silent.

The young girl next to them was stunned. She felt that the two handsome men and beautiful women in front of her had a natural understanding of each other. Their conversation was like a battle of wits and flirting.

She didn't dare to say a word and quietly retreated.

Ye Yan helped Qin Su get two desserts and accompanied her back to her seat.

No one knows what he said to the person next to him, but the person glanced at Qin Su reluctantly before moving to the front row.

Ye Yan then sat down in that person's seat and spoke to her in a low voice.

Of course, such charity auctions cost money, and Ye Yan and Qin Su each bid on items.

The price of the item doesn't matter; what matters is the sentiment behind it.

After the auction, there will be guest speeches and celebrity performances, followed by a break.

The staff distributed roses to everyone present along the seating area, one long-stemmed rose for each person.

This is a traditional event at this charity gala, inspired by the saying "giving roses leaves a lingering fragrance on the hand."

Qin Su fiddled with the flower branch for a moment, then took Ye Yan's branch as well, and said to him, "Give me your hand."

Ye Yan obediently reached out his hand.

Qin Su skillfully bent and knotted the green stems to make a bracelet shape, which she then tied to his wrist.

His slender, snow-white fingers and the fiery red roses draped over his neatly pressed, dark gray cuffs, exuding a unique tenderness.

Qin Su lowered her eyelashes as she fiddled with the roses, while Ye Yan looked down at her.

"Alright." Qin Su examined it for a moment and nodded in satisfaction.

She joked, "Ladies can leave a lingering fragrance with every step, while men can exude a subtle fragrance with every gesture. Mr. Ye, this is a custom-made product, you know."

Ye Yan was taken aback: "What did you call me?"