In a banquet hall at a time-honored manor in London, England, the halo of crystal chandeliers circulates around the rims of champagne glasses, and waiters move silently among the guests. This is no ordinary social occasion—the curvature of everyone's mouth, the height of their glass, and even the rhythm of their breathing are all precisely calculated.
On the east side of the banquet hall, the Vice President of the World Bank was discussing the Mars landing in three days with a technology giant. The woman next to him was wearing Dior haute couture. The pair of Burmese pigeon-blood jade earrings on her ears were emitting a blood-red halo under the light. They were the rare treasures that set a record at the Sotheby's auction last year.
On the Italian leather sofa on the west side, the then Speaker of the British House of Commons was whispering with the Minister of Finance, who was expected to become the next Prime Minister of Singapore. The inner ring of the platinum wedding ring on his left ring finger was engraved with a blessing written by the late Queen of England.
Each gentleman was accompanied by a female companion, all of whom were exquisitely dressed and luxuriously clad: there was the heir to an ancient European family, wearing a Valentino antique lace gown, the hem of which was still as polished as new with its 1890 hand-embroidery; there was a Wall Street upstart wearing a custom-made Ralph Lauren gown, the silk of which came from a six-generation workshop in Lyon; and there was an Asian socialite wearing an Armani Privé gown, each of which was adorned with pearls sourced from the waters of Hokkaido in a specific year.
But when Xi Xiayao appeared in the corridor on the second floor, it seemed as if three seconds were stolen.
She stood there, her long silver-gray hair tied into a low bun, a few strands of hair hanging down the side of her neck just right. She was wearing a dark green velvet gown designed by Raf Simons during his time at Dior. Her face was so beautiful that it was unfair. Her porcelain-white skin seemed to be translucent from within. The lines of her brow bone and nose bridge seemed to be carved in one go with the most precise carving knife. Her beautiful eyes were captivating, like two deep pools under the shade of her long eyelashes, reflecting the lights of the entire banquet hall, but seemed so distant that they seemed to be separated by a layer of ice.
The arc of her slightly raised chin is just right, neither appearing arrogant nor giving her an innate sense of nobility.
Her lips were a natural rose pink, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, as if she could see through the thoughts of everyone present but was too lazy to point it out.
As she slowly walked down the stairs, those priceless jewels suddenly became redundant. She did not need any decoration. She herself was the most dazzling existence - the line of her neck was more elegant than any diamond necklace, the curve of her wrist was more charming than the most exquisite watch, and even the slight rise and fall of her collarbone when she breathed was full of beautiful rhythm.
At this moment, all the well-dressed socialites unconsciously took a step back, and the entire banquet hall became her backdrop.
"Is that... the Xi family?" someone asked in a low voice, but was immediately stopped by his companions. Showing surprise in such a situation meant losing the first game.
She walked downstairs and first approached several giants in the financial circle. When they saw her coming, the CEO of the investment bank who was discussing the US Treasury yields suddenly fell silent.
"If you consider the Federal Reserve's overnight reverse repo data," she tapped the side of the cup with her fingertips, "your prediction would be off by 0.3 percentage points."
The sound was very soft, but the giants present couldn't help but take out their mobile phones to record it.
Then she walked towards the circle of British aristocrats, and she naturally switched to English with an Eton College accent.
As the Duchess showed off her new Chinese porcelain, Xi Xiayao read out the reign in Chinese: "The blue and white porcelain from the Jiajing period has a more subdued glaze than the Wanli period."
Turning to the art world, she discussed choreographic innovation with ballet masters: "Bournonville's arabesque would be even more light if modern muscle control techniques were incorporated."
Every circle is filled with new brilliance because of her arrival. She doesn't need to show off deliberately, just standing there makes her the focus of everyone's attention.
As she moved between different circles, the guests' eyes always followed her figure, as if she was the real host of the dinner.
This is Xi Xiayao's daily life. As the helmsman of the Xi family Chamber of Commerce, she is responsible for socializing and entertaining in the upper class, which is a very important responsibility.
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The black stretched sedan braked suddenly in front of the convention center, and the tires made a harsh sound when rubbing against the ground. Twenty-four bald bodyguards in black suits quickly lined up, their eyes under their sunglasses vigilantly scanning the surroundings. Passersby retreated, thinking that it was a gangster boss who had arrived.
The car door slowly opened, and a slender jade foot wearing 12 cm red-soled high heels gracefully landed on the ground. It was Nan Yunxuan.
When Nan Yunxuan bent down to get out of the car, her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the ends of her hair swayed gently at her waist. She was wearing a modified black cheongsam today. The high slit design made her 1.95-meter-long legs look breathtakingly sexy and white. The pigeon-blood ruby brooch on her neckline flashed a dangerous light, contrasting with her fiery red lips.
The most captivating moment was when she raised her eyes. Her phoenix eyes were slightly raised, with dark red eyeshadow dotted at the end of her eyes, and her gaze was as sharp and cold as a knife.
As she looked around, even the air seemed to freeze.
She had already completely gotten out of the car. As her red lips parted, every word she uttered carried the unquestionable aura of a queen: "Lead the way."
AI is so pathetic. If this book does well, I plan to hire someone to draw illustrations.
This height is enough, the face is not good, but the aura of a 2-meter-tall person is like this
"Mr. Nan, Mr. Nan..." Soon, the organizer's representative came up to him stutteringly, "We are flattered that you have come to this small exhibition in person. Please allow me to lead you to the exhibition area."
Nan Yunxuan nodded slightly. When she reached the display area, her red lips curled slightly, and her fingertips lightly traced the rows of plush toys on the stand. "Did you bring the patent documents for this batch of new products?"
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