Mu Jinzhi is a talented woman, while Zhong Yunsheng is a high-profile person. Ever since they got together, their various high-profile displays of love and their "sensational" deeds have been reported in the newspapers. Therefore, many people came to today's party with the intention of watching the excitement.

"I heard that Young Master Zhong's fiancée is a woman confined to her home in Fancheng. There shouldn't be any dances in a small town like that, right?"

"More than that?" a young woman in a Western-style dress said in a low voice. "Didn't you see what Young Master Zhong wrote in the newspaper a few days ago?"

Mu Jinzhi is a talented woman. After her articles are published in the newspaper, the newspaper will even dedicate a special page to display comments from some celebrities in Xicheng.

How could Zhong Yunsheng not comment on Mu Jinzhi's article?

He wrote that Mu Jinzhi was like a peach blossom in the forest in spring, and being with her filled one with a delicate fragrance.

The fiancée arranged by her father in Fancheng Township was like a withered branch decaying in winter, carrying with her an inescapable stench of the old era, like the rotten smell of a foot-binding cloth that had been removed after half a year of use.

"This young master Zhong really knows how to write? Pfft, it's like a woman's foot binding cloth..."

"However, the words may be crude, but the principle is sound. These two people were never meant to be together. If it weren't for that life-saving favor, how could two people who are completely unrelated have ever ended up together?"

“Those from Fancheng are probably the type who never leave their homes. I think that young lady from the inner quarters is probably like Mr. Zhou’s wife from a while ago; most of the women from the old city are like that.”

"I guess so. Just look at whether she has bound feet, and whether she walks with a shaky gait..."

As Mu Jinzhi listened to the discussion, a slight smile appeared on her lips. She then took Zhong Yunsheng's hand and said, "Yunsheng, let's go have a glass of red wine."

"Okay." Zhong Yunsheng affectionately tapped her nose.

Before the incident involving Zhong Yunsheng and Mu Jinzhi, the most talked-about topic in Xicheng was the relationship between the literary giant Zhou Pingsheng and his first wife.

His first wife was his cousin. After he became famous, he felt that he had nothing in common with his wife, so he published a divorce notice in the newspaper.

He soon married a popular singer, while his first wife did not leave.

Zhou Pingsheng knew she had bound feet and was worried that she would have a hard time surviving after her divorce, so he took her in as a nanny.

Many scholars praised his righteousness.

"With Mr. Zhou's literary talent, his wife is quite unimpressive. He's just divorced but still supports her, which makes him one of the most conscientious men in recent years."

Some people shook their heads and sighed: "What kind of conscience is this? As far as I know, that lady is quite wealthy and has a considerable dowry. Who knows if Zhou is keeping her from leaving the house to take care of her or to covet her dowry?"

"Mr. Zhou is not that kind of person!"

While they were still discussing, the surrounding chatter gradually grew louder.

"It's him!"

"Another future wife from the old town!"

The next moment, the person entered the banquet hall.

She wore a light blue cheongsam, her long black hair held in place by a dark green hairpin, and matching high heels. The cheongsam accentuated her perfect figure and further highlighted her outstanding temperament.

This face might be unfamiliar to the people of Xicheng, but some would recognize it. After all, when the Zhong family announced Zhong Yunsheng's engagement, her photo with Zhong Yunsheng had appeared together in the newspaper.

She shattered everyone's expectations of her.

She wasn't wearing a Western-style dress, but among all the Western-style dresses, her elegant cheongsam made her stand out even more.

And she was indeed very beautiful; the dark green cheongsam complemented her perfect figure, making her resemble a blooming epiphyllum.

Of course she was beautiful; quite a few reporters even snapped photos of her.

Xicheng follows trends, and now the refreshing Bai Yan is clearly the trend.

"Her cheongsam is so beautiful, and her hairpin is beautiful too."

"Miss Mu's belted dress looked beautiful at first, but now it seems the pattern is too complicated. It's not as beautiful as our traditional Eastern style."

"Yes, I feel the same way. This cheongsam really brings out a person's elegance. I'll have one custom-made for myself."

Mu Jinzhi was smiling and chatting with people, but the moment Bai Yan appeared, her expression involuntarily froze for a moment, and the dress she had originally loved so much no longer seemed so appealing to her.

She gently bit her lip, and with a slight shift of her gaze, she saw a girl wearing a similar style of long dress.

That's Miss Sun. Whatever she wears, Miss Sun can make the same style the next day.

Mu Jinzhi seemed to remember something, and pressed her lips together slightly.

Bai Yan entered the venue under the guidance of a waiter. She had no desire to chat with anyone and had just found a seat to sit down.

"Miss Bai, is that right?" someone asked her from the side.

Bai Yan turned around and saw several young girls in Western-style dresses walking towards her. The one in the lead had a stylish perm and was wearing the same fitted long dress as Mu Jinzhi. She was accompanied by a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman.

This is a foreign tailor whom Miss Sun hired at a high price. Although she is not as fashionable as Mu Jinzhi, her dresses are all handmade and custom-made by a foreign tailor, unlike the Western-style dresses that Mu Jinzhi buys in China!

"Your cheongsam is very beautiful, but the dress I'm wearing was custom-made by a foreign tailor. A dress that cost two thousand pounds in labor costs, and you think it's not beautiful?" The girl smiled sarcastically.

"It's just a tattered cheongsam, just like the dilapidated state of China today. How dare you say such a thing? Do you know how much better things are abroad than at home now?"

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