Rebirth in the 80s: The Plan to Raise a Female Tycoon

University student Qin Xiaoyu died with deep regrets, betrayed by a scumbag. Reborn, she finds herself in the body of a 25-year-old young widow with depression and two children, living in the 1980s...

Chapter 703 Secret Weapon

Only when they encountered difficulties with Cantonese would Ah Lei lean down and whisper hints in her ear, a scene so incredibly sweet. Everyone could smell the saccharine sweetness of their romance.

Qin Xiaoyu was also somewhat dazed. The clinking of glasses, the slicked-back hair, and the lavish attire—this chaotic scene was exactly like something out of a movie. The difference was, today she was the star.

She stole the spotlight from everyone else present.

"This little woman isn't even that pretty," some women said sourly.

"She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was very attractive. She had a certain quality."

What is it?

"It's hard to say, maybe it's a kind of, well, cleanliness."

The same word was used in the newspaper the next day. Qin Xiaoyu was not a stunning beauty, but her eyes were exceptionally clear, so clear that she didn't seem like a businesswoman, but just an innocent girl full of longing for the world and brimming with vitality.

She's so harmless that it's hard to see her as a business competitor.

The banquet went very well, but Qin Xiaoyu felt it lacked a climax and thought it might be better to push it a little further.

She called out to Lin Yaofangfei and whispered a few words in her ear.

“Really? That’s wonderful!” She tapped her wine glass, signaling everyone to be quiet. “We have witnessed a magical fashion show today. Thank you, Ms. Fang Qin Xiaoyu.”

The applause was enthusiastic, which Qin Xiaoyu deserved.

"Ms. Fang Qin Xiaoyu has decided to contribute more funds to our charity gala. She has donated ten sets of designer-signed fashion items for auction."

"The signature on the fashion?" someone asked, puzzled. Lin Yaofangfei smiled mysteriously and turned to look for Qin Xiaoyu, who was also confused.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the arrangements. You just need to find the venue."

"I'll be the auctioneer." A gentleman stepped forward; he appeared to be a highly respected person, and teasing laughter rippled through the crowd.

Qin Xiaoyu has already made arrangements with Xu Jingye. Of course, she wants to sign the clothes he designed. If someone has their name on the dress, will anyone still want it?