1. The Golden Girls
The river view rooms at the W Hotel in Shanghai are really ugly.
While the river view and the striking "three-piece suite" did attract many internet celebrities to check in, the room was oddly shaped. Entering the room, there was a long hallway with an extremely long window next to it, reminiscent of a corridor in a tube-shaped building. The direction of the room and the bed was also crooked, not square enough, making it look particularly awkward.
Vivian walked in, kicked off her high heels, and rushed into the bathroom.
The lighting in the restrooms of high-end hotels is always wonderful. No matter how haggard you look, the perfect color temperature and angle will always make your skin glow and your features look picturesque.
She quickly opened her toothbrush set and began to wash up. She turned around and put on makeup in the mirror.
After turning 30, she was no longer the young woman who partied until the early morning in nightclubs and was still full of energy the next day. But when she dressed up, she could still be considered a beauty.
At least that's what people often call her in social situations.
She finished dressing up, putting on a Theory dress and Jimmy Choo heels. Neither was extravagant, but perfectly appropriate for tonight's occasion. She had to take a deep breath to zip up her US size 2 dress, which she could have easily slipped into.
She told herself that when she returned to Beijing, she would immediately eat more white food and lose weight as soon as possible.
It's so difficult to fight against the gene that loves carbohydrates. But no matter how difficult it is, it must be done. Fat people have no future.
To be exact, fat women have no future.
As the sun sets, the shimmering waves of the Huangpu River shimmer like a field of shattered gold, leaving one feeling slightly dizzy. This unique room type is incredibly popular, and for good reason. After all, the unobstructed river view is perfect for photoshoots, and at night, the dazzling lights are even more captivating. No wonder some people are willing to group book this wing of the hotel, hiring photographers to capture countless beautiful photos.
Those social media accounts are glamorous, but Vivian naturally looks down on them.
In her opinion, taking photos with a group buy is as shameful as carrying a fake bag. She would never do such a shameful thing.
*
The phone rang with a message, Feng Simiao urged her. She hurriedly stepped on her high heels and hurried downstairs.
Feng Simiao was already waiting in the lobby, dressed in a Chanel suit, shoes, and handbag, looking more dedicated than a brand spokesperson. He had a small, round face and a slightly impatient expression. Vivian hurried over, apologizing profusely, "Sorry, I was on the phone."
Feng Simiao scolded: "Humph, I've been waiting for you for so long. Anyway, Lao Lin is waiting for us."
Lao Lin, Feng Simiao’s boyfriend Lin Yang.
Sometimes, Weiweian was a little disgusted by her little princess style of always referring to her boyfriend. But most of the time, Feng Simiao was adorable.
Her family is even more adorable: her parents own a large listed company, and Feng Simiao is the only daughter in the family.
Weiwei and she were classmates in their MBA program, and they were often assigned to the same group for group projects. Weiwei was always the one toiling away on the PowerPoint presentations, while Feng Simiao was the one to deliver the presentations on behalf of the group.
They are a golden pair and their group often gets the highest scores.
After graduation, by sheer coincidence, they landed at the same company, a popular US dollar fund. For Vivian, this was an opportunity she had only achieved through sheer effort and sheer luck.
But the position that she cherished was nothing more than a nice title and daily entertainment for Feng Simiao.
Two years later, Feng Simiao returned to her own company as Director of Strategic Investment, where she focused on preserving and increasing the value of her family's vast fortune. Her MBA and her US dollar-denominated fund were merely embellishments to her impressive background.
But their friendship continues to this day.
Tonight is the IPO celebration for Feng Simiao's boyfriend, Lin Yang's company. Vivian happens to be in Shanghai on a business trip, and Feng Simiao invites her to join in the fun.
Feng Simiao and Lin Yang had been childhood sweethearts, and their parents had known each other for a long time. Lin Yang's family not only recognized Feng Simiao, but even doted on her. While the Lin family was also wealthy, they were far inferior to Feng Simiao.
Feng Simiao's parents also understood that their family was too wealthy, and finding a truly suitable family would be difficult. Although Lin Yang's family was slightly less well-off, compared to ordinary people, he was still extremely wealthy.
Besides, isn’t it good that the man always bows his head in front of his daughter?
Feng Simiao wouldn't say these words to anyone except Vivian. Because Vivian was a peaceful person, there was no need to put on airs in front of her. Meanwhile, Feng Simiao's wealthy friends were all too vain and competitive.
*
Feng Simiao led Vivian downstairs to the banquet hall. A capable woman in a black suit and a ponytail came running towards them.
"Ms. Feng, you're here."
Feng Simiao nodded reservedly: "Hello, Amy."
The woman quickly handed over two name tags and said, "Then you can take a look around first. I won't disturb you." Then she walked away quickly.
Feng Simiao winked at Vivian and whispered, "I've always thought Amy is very capable and I want to recruit her to work for me."
"Why don't you dig me?"
"I can't afford it, sister. Investment institutions pay such high salaries that our company can't afford to hire them."
Feng Simiao stopped and looked ahead with a smile. It was Lin Yang, her tall, handsome, and obedient boyfriend.
Rich girls are often synonymous with wealth and beauty, while rich boys are the opposite. They are unmotivated, indulge in sensual pleasures, and are generally considered to be dandy boys. However, Lin Yang is different.
Compared to Feng Simiao, his family background was not as good, so he had fewer bad habits. He was sent to the United States to study at a young age, and after returning, he joined his own company and became the vice president of a subsidiary doing online business.
After work, he seems to be no different from an ordinary otaku. He likes to play games and has a Shiba Inu at home. Working from nine to six, playing games and walking the dog seems to be his whole life.
Even his love life with Feng Simiao seemed to be no different from that of ordinary couples, except that their material consumption was many levels higher. For example, when they went to Kyoto, they had to stay at the Park Hyatt, and their gifts were platinum bags of different colors and textures... and so on.
Vivian never envied Feng Simiao. People whose circumstances were so different from hers couldn't be jealous.
Jealousy is often a complex emotion towards people in similar situations. No man would be jealous of Musk, or a woman jealous of a British princess.
Aren't we jealous of those who started out similarly but somehow got lucky? For example, someone who joined the same company the same year but was promoted like a rocket, or someone who is plain-looking but still hooks up with a high-quality man? They are mediocre, shallow, yet everything goes their way.
Feng Simiao is a golden girl that no one can envy.
This was Vivian's entire mood in the few short seconds when Lin Yang walked over.
Feng Simiao couldn't understand these subtle thoughts because she didn't need to. She had always had everything she wanted since she was a child. In fashionable terms, she had a high sense of worthiness.
In her world, there is no such thing as delayed gratification and there is no need for it.
Lin Yang and Vivian had met several times, so they were considered acquaintances. After saying hello, he put his arm around Feng Simiao's shoulders and walked towards the banquet hall. "The guests have arrived. Please come with me to greet them."
Vivian quietly took two steps back to give the young couple some space.
At this time, a man came up to her side and asked: "Are you also a friend of President Lin Yang?"
Vivian caught a glimpse of this man from the corner of her eye. He was tall and thin, with narrow shoulders, wearing a plaid suit, a retro slicked-back hair, and was meticulous in every detail.
She shook her head: "Ah no, I came here with other friends."
She was so perfunctory because the plaid suit was too old-fashioned.
The other party still refused to give up and handed over his business card: "Are you also an investor? I invest in large AI models. Let's chat sometime."
She took it, quickly put on a formal smile, and said perfunctorily, "Nice to meet you."
The other party immediately took out his phone and asked: "Can I add WeChat?"
She showed the QR code, and after the other party scanned it, she said lightly, "I'll contact you when I'm free," and walked away quickly.
Socializing also requires energy, and she is unwilling to use even a little bit of it on people who are not worthy.
Soon, the WeChat verification message popped up, "Hello! I'm Frank, focusing on investment in the field of AI large models, nice to meet you!" The profile picture was a standard business photo with a dark suit, a toothy smile and arms folded.
An ordinary man.
She shook her head and sighed: I wonder if there is a decent man tonight?
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