Chapter 74 is an absolute humiliation.

Su Shiwan's smug smile froze on her face, and her expression immediately turned ugly.

Wen Wanwan was also slightly taken aback.

That's impossible!

How could these arrogant and wealthy women on Hong Kong Island...

"Are those rich women in Hong Kong just burning money?"

Wen Wanwan glanced at Su Ruan and the others, her brows furrowing slightly.

"The Shen family of Hong Kong Island?"

Chen Lan.

The core of Hong Kong's top socialite circle, and the true power holder of the Shen family.

"Why would Shen Lan come? And even show her support?"

"Ruan Ruan has a lot of face."

Su Shiwan's eyes burned with jealousy. She lowered her voice unwillingly, stubbornly sticking out her last bit of pride.

"Hmph! What good is it if those rich women in Hong Kong just flatter me? At most, it'll cost thirty million!"

"What do they know about art? They're just blindly following Chen Lan's lead!"

"It's just to show my support and maintain appearances!"

Wen Wanwan softly echoed her.

“What Sister Shiwan said makes sense.”

"Miss Shen and others like it because of their personal aesthetic, but the market value ultimately depends on the liquidity of hard currency and the recognition by collectors."

"The Beijing elite circle is the real touchstone."

"Without their approval, SoftVoice has no chance of getting into the safes of Beijing's socialites and wealthy wives."

The words fell.

Mr. Li, the elderly gentleman with slightly graying temples who had spoken with Yan Tingnan earlier, walked slowly to the reception desk, surrounded by several key figures in Beijing's elite circles.

His gaze swept over Shen Lan's name in the register, and he smiled slightly.

"It's a good thing that young people are energetic."

He turned to his assistant and gestured.

"I gave my wife the entire SoftVoice collection."

It's described lightly, yet it carries immense weight!

The bellwether of Beijing's economic circle has shifted!

It instantly ignited the entire venue!

The middle-aged man in a suit next to him immediately followed, smiling warmly.

"Since Chairman Li has made a move, I can't fall behind! I'll order one!"

Like a domino effect!

"Order one for my wife!"

"Are there any spots left? I want one too!"

The collectors and celebrities who had been so reserved just moments before flocked to the scene.

The booth was instantly surrounded by a huge crowd!

The consultants and assistants were so busy they barely had time to breathe, and the tablet notifications were going off like crazy.

"Mr. Zhang, I'd like to order one set!"

"Mrs. Zhao, I'm ordering two sets!"

"Pre-sales total...has exceeded 100 million! It's exceeded 100 million!"

The gasps of surprise were drowned out by the boisterous chatter of the crowd.

Under the spotlight, the SoftVoice booth was packed with people, and pre-orders were flying everywhere.

The numbers were jumping wildly on the registration screen, flashing red light.

It finally settled on a dizzying nine-digit number!

The three members of the Su family stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

Breaking 100 million!

Su Shiwan felt as if all her bones had been removed, and she staggered a step.

Over 100 million? That worthless piece of trash...

On what grounds?!

Su's mother, Cen Xue, looked no better. Looking at the astronomical numbers on the screen, she felt cold all over, her lips trembling as she couldn't utter a single word.

Su Zhenting's face was frighteningly pale, and his chest heaved violently.

He watched as Su Ruan calmly dealt with those important figures whom he had to carefully flatter, and then looked at his wife and daughter beside him, whose faces were ashen.

An unprecedented sense of embarrassment and anger surged through my head!

The color drained completely from Wen Wanwan's face.

Over 100 million?!

The Shen family took the lead, Old Master Li endorsed them, and the Beijing elite circle followed suit...

It's over! Su Ruan climbed to the clouds by stepping on her and Jiang Xin!

The boiling center.

Su Ruan was surrounded and led to the main booth.

The consultant excitedly handed the first heavy pre-sale contract to Su Ruan.

"President Su! Please sign Ms. Shen Lan's contract!"

Countless eyes were focused on it, and the flashes of light were as bright as day.

Su Ruan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.

She calmly took out the custom-made fountain pen that Yan Tingnan had given her from her handbag.

The tiny SR mark on the pen clip is clearly visible.

She uncapped the pen, and the nib landed steadily on the client's signature area.

Whoosh!

The pen tip glides across high-quality paper, producing a steady and smooth rustling sound.

The two characters “Su Ruan” are powerful and penetrating, carrying the sharpness of breaking free from the cocoon.

This is SoftVoice's first record-breaking order.

It was an opportunity she risked her life for, a dignity she earned through her strength, and a path to heaven she paved with her own hands.

It was Yan Tingnan who personally handed her the authority, crowning her!

After signing, she looked up.

My gaze passed through the crowd and landed on that tall, aloof figure outside of it.

Yan Tingnan was quietly watching her through the bustling crowd.

She met Yan Tingnan's gaze directly.

The gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses was deep and calm, carrying a hint of approval and indulgence.

He raised his glass slightly, offering a distant salute to her.

Su Ruan smiled and returned an incredibly dazzling smile.

Wen's parents watched as Su Ruan calmly signed the astronomical order under the spotlight.

In my ears, I heard collectors and celebrities praising SoftVoice and SuSoft without reservation.

The daughter they had pushed aside and labeled as heretical and useless was now standing in the center of the spotlight.

The image of that stubborn and rebellious girl in my memory overlaps with yet is also disconnected from her.

It's so unfamiliar.

That's too bright.

"Wanwan..."

Shen Mingwei's voice was terribly dry, and she subconsciously wanted to grasp the only right option beside her.

But they found nothing.

"mom……"

Wen Wanwan forced a smile, but her voice was weak.

"Ruanruan, you're amazing..."

These words left her speechless and bitter.

Shen Mingwei did not respond.

Her gaze followed Su Ruan's figure as she moved with ease in the center of the crowd.

That straight back, those clear eyes, that confident aura…

She was completely different from the girl in my memory who only drew useless things, was jealous and tried to please them, and longed for a little recognition.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and a dull pain spread through me.

It turns out she wasn't incapable; they just never gave her a stage to showcase her abilities.

They tried to fit her into the mold of a gentle, refined, and scholarly family, and when that failed, they considered it a failure.

Their pride in rationality and vision was shattered at this moment.

Shen Mingwei took a deep breath and gently patted the back of Wen Wanwan's hand, which she was holding.

"Wanwan, wait here for Mom."

She softened her voice.

"Ruanruan has had a tough time, so Mom will go and support her."

Upon hearing this, Wen Wanwan's expression changed slightly.

"mom?"

She blurted it out, her voice rising for a moment before immediately returning to a gentle tone.

"You want to order too? SoftVoice is just starting out, isn't this price a bit too high?"

"When our own family members join in to show their support, it looks to outsiders like we're just trying to add to the glory."

She clutched her handbag tightly, trying her best to maintain the demeanor of a caring daughter, but her words were full of subtle barbs.

Shen Mingwei paused and looked at Wen Wanwan.

"It's alright."

Shen Mingwei's voice became somewhat subdued.

"I ordered it and sent it to you."

Wen Wanwan froze on the spot, her smile completely gone, and a hint of ferocity crept into her eyes.

Give it to her?

Is she wearing the junk that came from Su Ruan Studio?

This is absolutely humiliating!

She found Shen Mingwei's figure walking towards Su Ruan particularly irritating.

She instinctively took a half step back, trying to avoid the suffocating light, but bumped into someone from behind.

"Hey, Wen Wanwan, watch where you're going."

Huo Siyue's voice was filled with undisguised disdain.

She was with an elderly man dressed in a dark, handmade suit and leaning on an ebony cane.

The old man had a gaunt face, neatly styled silver hair, and cloudy yet sharp eyes like a hawk.

Yan Hongyi.

The true retired emperor of the Yan family, the sword hanging over Yan Tingnan's head.

Wen Wanwan's heart skipped a beat.

A wicked thought instantly filled her mind!

The Yan family values ​​family reputation above all else and abhors infighting among brothers and the misfortune of women.

Su Ruan's background and criminal record are like throwing a bomb into the deep waters of the Yan family!

Chance!

A godsend opportunity!