Gu Yutian moved her lips several times, her face flushed with obvious embarrassment, "We're... about to open it."
Mrs. Su said unhurriedly, "My daughter is not very talented, but she is the principal violinist of an internationally renowned orchestra. I am embarrassed to mention it to everyone I meet."
“But—” Gu Yutian was about to speak when Li Qinglan nudged her arm and glared at her.
"Mrs. Su, you are too modest. Everyone in the outside world knows that the Su family members are all leaders in their respective fields and social elites. We can only admire them. Jiang Wan is indeed outstanding, and I have always admired her."
Li Qinglan's ability to adapt to changing circumstances is first-rate.
After praising Madam Su, she immediately turned to me and instructed, "Xiao Wan, seeing how much Madam Su values you, you must seize this opportunity; it's such a great honor."
I smiled and said, "That's right, no need for Mrs. Gu to trouble herself."
Li Qinglan immediately laughed and waved her hand, "Hey! You child... We're family, why are you calling me Mrs. Gu?"
What? A family?
I was so shocked that my face changed. I opened my mouth, but immediately exposed the truth: "The person with your family is my sister, Jiang Yi. Mrs. Gu, please don't confuse us."
Li Qinglan's expression at that moment was as if she had been slapped in the face in public, completely embarrassed.
The banquet began soon, and Madam Su walked onto the stage amidst the envious gazes of the crowd.
Accompanying her was a dignified and refined middle-aged man whose facial features were clearly those of a more mature version of Su Shenglin.
I was amazed. So this was Su Shenglin's father, Su Yuechuan—a powerful and influential figure who frequently appeared in the news.
Wow...what a wonderful couple, I'm so envious!
"Yes, this is the best interpretation of 'holding hands and growing old together'!"
"With such a perfect love between the parents, Second Master Su must also be a loyal and responsible good man and husband. Who will be able to marry into the Su family and become Young Mistress Su?"
"Keep dreaming. Look at all these socialites and heiresses here. Everyone's scrambling to get a piece of their own pie!"
As I listened to Mr. Su's thank-you speech on stage and his public declaration of love for Mrs. Su, I was also surrounded by all sorts of gossip and countless unrequited loves, which filled me with mixed emotions.
In my opinion, the Su family's prestige and prominence are one thing, but Su Shenglin's personal charisma is another.
To be able to achieve either of these is already an immense honor.
Now, as long as one can catch Su Shenglin's eye, one can have both. That must be a blessing earned over several lifetimes.
"Your name is Jiang Wan? I heard that Second Master Su takes good care of you. Why is that? Your face is indeed beautiful, but who knows if it's natural or surgically enhanced? The Su family wouldn't be so shallow. Don't get your hopes up."
I was engrossed in watching the stage when I suddenly heard a sarcastic voice.
Turning my head, I saw several young girls next to me, dressed in exceptionally gorgeous clothes and with exquisite makeup, glaring at me with hostility.
I know one of them; we met once when I was with the Gu family. She is Gu Yutian's best friend.
It seems Gu Yutian was still upset after her earlier defeat and has rallied her girlfriends to attack me again.
Clearly, she won't let this go until she embarrasses me, makes me lose face in front of everyone, and makes Madam Su dislike me.
Maybe Gu Yutian also admires and secretly loves Su Shenglin, and sees me as her rival.
"You're quite pretty, but you're blind. You can't tell the difference between a natural face and a surgically enhanced face. Aren't you afraid your girlfriends will laugh at you if they find out?" I sized up the girl who spoke and retorted lightly.
"How dare you talk like that? You're the one who's blind!"
“My eyesight is excellent, so good that I can tell at a glance that the dress you are wearing is a fake.”
Just then, Madam Su finished her speech on stage, and the guests applauded enthusiastically.
I turned to look at the stage and clapped my hands with great enthusiasm.
But the young lady was not happy. She looked down at her evening gown and muttered to herself, "A fake? How could that be? I spent a lot of money to have someone buy it for me."
Her friend next to her stared at her, equally astonished. "Yan Yan, have you been scammed?"
"No way! I always get my clothes from that shop owner. She has a wide network and can get a lot of haute couture and celebrity-endorsed items." After saying that, the young lady looked up at me and questioned me rudely, "What makes you say that? Are you trying to embarrass me? I think what you're wearing is a fake—no, it's not even a fake, it's not a brand name at all!"
I smiled faintly, not wanting to argue with her. I took out my phone, opened the photo album, scrolled through it for a while, and then turned the phone to face her: "This is the real original—it was photographed on the runway. Take a good look at the comparison. Not only are the colors different, but even the patterns are different. The patterns on the original are purely hand-embroidered. I hired an embroiderer who is a master of intangible cultural heritage to work on it for a month to complete it. But what you're wearing—it's either machine-embroidered or just had some apprentice embroider it."
"What? What does she mean by that? Could she be the designer of this dress?"
"How is that possible! This dress has won an international award."
"You mean this award?" I took my phone back, swiped to the next photo, and turned back to face her.
The photo shows me holding my award certificate and trophy, posing with a model wearing this dress at the fashion show.
The onlookers were even more surprised, and the way they looked at me changed noticeably.
"It really does look like her!"
"I heard that she owns a clothing company and a high-end brand."
"No, no way, this photo can be photoshopped. Who can prove it's real?"
"Exactly! These days, photoshopped images can be indistinguishable from the real thing."
Seeing their stubbornness, I shook my head and smiled helplessly, put away my phone and said calmly, "The one you're wearing is indeed fake. The real one is in my studio. All my award-winning works are kept in my collection, and only close friends can borrow them—if you don't believe me, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"I believe you!" A voice suddenly came from outside the crowd. Everyone turned around in unison, their expressions changed slightly, and they consciously made way for each other.
I looked at the girl walking towards me and smiled with delight. "Muxi, what are you doing here? What a coincidence, we meet again."
As soon as the words left his mouth, someone next to him reminded him, "You're being very rude! This is the Su family's little princess; you're calling her by her first name!"
What? The Su family's little princess?
I looked surprised, my mind blank for a moment, staring at Chen Muxi who was walking towards me with a smile, "You—"
"Sister Jiang, just call me Mu Xi. Calling me Miss or Princess doesn't sound nice at all."
As Chen Muxi approached, she grabbed my arm and looked at the girl opposite her, saying with a haughty and straightforward tone, "Yan Yue, you're wearing a dress designed by someone else, but you don't even recognize the designer. Are you trying to be funny?"
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