Chapter 30 The Three-Piece Set of Perfunctory Actions
"So, when is this birthday party?"
Next Wednesday.
Wen Yao glanced at her phone subconsciously. Great, it's Friday.
Thinking back on her life since transmigrating into the book, Wen Yao sighed, "These rich people really love throwing banquets."
8848: [This is the rule of high society. If you take the normal route of a wealthy lady, you'll have to host small gatherings from time to time, inviting other wealthy women and socialites for afternoon tea.]
"Forget it." Wen Yao felt annoyed just thinking about it. Who wants to be polite and polite to a few people they don't know well?
If you want pastries or tea, there's plenty at home.
But soon, Wen Yao was forced to experience a luxurious afternoon tea.
Given Wen Yao's status, no one would have dared to do anything if she had simply refused an invitation she didn't want to attend; at most, they would have whispered about it behind her back.
But this time it was Madam Fu's invitation, and Wen Yao had to give her mother-in-law some face.
After Mr. Fu handed over the group to Fu Jinzhi, Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu had a lot of free time. They often went to various resorts for leisure and recuperation and rarely stayed at the Fu family's old house.
So theoretically, Wen Yao wouldn't see her in-laws all year round, and the rare opportunities to meet them still required going through a process.
Mrs. Fu was not in good health and rarely participated in business activities or invitations. She preferred to go to quiet and elegant places such as classical music exhibitions and art exhibitions.
At home, it was the same. When Wen Yao was brought before Madam Fu, she was arranging flowers with several wealthy ladies and socialites.
"I really admire how beautifully these flowers are arranged. They evoke a sense of tranquility and unspoken connection, like a gentle stream flowing between two rivers," a lady remarked.
Madam Fu's real name is Lan Xinyi. The woman speaking is the wife of a director of a jewelry company. She also has some connection with Wen Yao's mother. Wen Yao has a memory of her, referring to her as Mrs. Huang.
"I'm still doing the same old thing, but Miss Zhao's work today is quite innovative." Madam Fu smiled faintly and led people to appreciate other works.
Wen Yuanyuan looked at it from afar. She didn't know anything about flower arranging, but she thought it was indeed beautiful and novel.
The flower arrangement used a cylindrical transparent glass vase with a shallow layer of water at the bottom.
Six or seven bright red buds, cut from short to long like musical notes, are arranged in the glass in order of length, resembling a spiral staircase.
Bathed in sunlight, they are vibrant and full of life, simple yet outstanding.
Amidst the praise, the florist humbly said, "Everyone flatters me. My skills are lacking, so I can only resort to some clever tricks."
"Another familiar face," Wen Yao thought to herself. "Isn't this the curly-haired girl who was next to Zhao Xinting before? Zhao Xi'er, also a girl from a collateral branch of Zhao Yang's family."
Compared to ordinary families, the Zhao family's collateral branches were considered wealthy, but it was extremely difficult for them to enter Madam Fu's circle.
Zhao Xi'er was not discouraged. She ingeniously studied the preferences of these noblewomen and, through her best efforts to please them, secured a place for herself.
I must say, it's actually quite inspiring.
8848 said with a hint of resentment: "If you had put in even half the effort others were doing, I wouldn't have said a word against you."
The problem is that Wen Yao is clearly capable of completing the task better and faster, but she always adopts a "just give up and don't care about the world" attitude to deal with it.
"Don't compare yourself to others; comparison is the thief of happiness," Wen Yao casually comforted 8848.
"Yaoyao." When she looked up and saw Wen Yao walking over, Madam Fu's smile became more genuine. She involuntarily raised her hands slightly, then lowered them again as if she was worried about something.
Based on the jade pendant that Madam Fu had given her before, Wen Yao would not let Madam Fu's expectations be dashed.
She nestled into Madam Fu's arms like a swallow returning to its nest, giving her a big hug.
Madam Fu froze for a moment, then raised her hand to gently pat Wen Yao's back, her eyes filled with even more affection.
Seeing the two of them chatting so warmly, Mrs. Huang couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, teasing, "You two really look like mother and daughter now. Yaoyao seems much more cheerful than before."
“Yes, I was also surprised when I met Wen Yao before. She has changed so much after marriage.” Zhao Xi’er also chimed in with a smile, as if the gloom that had just flashed in her eyes did not exist.
"I never thought that Wen Yao and Mr. Fu would become a couple. Now it seems that they are a perfect match."
These words, seemingly a compliment but actually a criticism, appear perfectly fine on the surface and are a compliment, but in reality, they remind the listener of why Wen Yao ended up with Fu Jinzhi.
That was, after all, an unseemly past.
Wen Yao thought to herself, "This is just like leveling up and fighting monsters in a game. You defeat one and another one comes along. It's never-ending."
Everyone present was shrewd; upon hearing this, they all offered their praise and blessings, but what they were really thinking remained a mystery.
Madam Fu gently patted Wen Yao's arm as if to comfort her, and then said to everyone in a gentle voice, "There are refreshments prepared in the garden. Let's all go down and have some and chat. You must be tired after arranging flowers for so long."
Under Madam Fu's guidance, Wen Yao and the other noble ladies arrived at a small pavilion in the garden.
It was the height of summer, and all kinds of flowers were in full bloom, filling the air with a faint fragrance.
The European-style round table was laden with exquisite pastries and black tea.
Perhaps due to strict body management, most people only took a bite or two of the pastries before stopping, but Wen Yao kept stuffing desserts into her mouth one after another, even though the black tea contained a lethal amount of milk and sugar cubes.
"Youth is truly wonderful. If I ate like that, my waist would be two inches thicker tomorrow." A wealthy woman couldn't help but look at Wen Yao, filled with both envy and jealousy.
"Isn't that right? I'm also prone to weight gain, and I didn't dare to eat freely when I was younger." Mrs. Huang sighed. Her family is in the jewelry business, and they often need to attend various exhibitions and social events. A poor personal image can affect jewelry sales to some extent.
“Yaoyao is carrying twins now, so it’s normal for her to eat more.” Madam Fu instructed the kitchen to bring out a few more plates of pastries, her lips full of smiles. “Do you like these pastries? Why don’t you take the pastry chef with you when you leave?”
Bad news, the false pregnancy is still a secret.
Wen Yao suddenly felt that the butterfly pastry in her mouth no longer tasted good. She smiled awkwardly and said, "No need to trouble Mom."
"I just have a craving, everything tastes good to me, and the chef at home is already very good."
Seeing her serious attitude, Madam Fu had no choice but to give up.
Next, Wen Yao listened to the ladies talk about recent fashion trends, art exhibitions, and charity events while eating.
Although not particularly interested, Wen Yao was adept at the three-piece set of perfunctory tactics:
Then what?
Wow, I see!
Wow, that's amazing!
They had a very pleasant conversation.
The pleasant afternoon tea time ended amidst laughter and cheerful conversation.
After Madam Fu finished speaking, Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief. She had been on guard against Zhao Xi'er's actions.
After all, she and Zhao Xinting had a very good relationship, and she had made Zhao Xinting lose face.
Unexpectedly, she was being petty. Apart from subtly making a sarcastic remark at the beginning, Zhao Xi'er had been sitting quietly and politely the whole time.
He even managed to make the ladies beam with joy, which is worthy of being called a professional straight man.
But soon, Wen Yao realized she had put her mind at ease too soon.
As she was standing beside Madam Fu, seeing off a guest, a figure suddenly bumped into Zhao Xi'er from the side with considerable force, leaving only a blurry afterimage.
Zhao Xi'er lost her balance and fell heavily towards Wen Yao, whose pupils constricted.
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