Over there, Yin Mingzhu couldn’t be prouder.
Since she’s been following Mr. Zhou, everyone is trying to ingratiate themselves with her.
Even Song Wei, the socialite queen of B City, made a point of hosting a banquet in her honor.
The invitation arrived.
Yin Mingzhu, stroking her forehead, looked annoyed.
She complained, "Mr. Zhou is so well-connected, and I’m just too busy socializing! Just look, today this person is inviting me for tea, and tomorrow that one is hosting a banquet."
She tossed out Song Wei’s invitation: "Look at this, Song Wei’s invitation! The delivery person said there will be many guests at the banquet, but Mr. Zhou and I are the first VIPs she wanted to invite, her zeal is such that I really can’t afford to snub her."
The onlookers exclaimed in admiration.
[Song Wei does not invite people lightly!]
[This woman is shrewd, she only invites those of the highest nobility.]
[Su Ruanruan’s aunt has invited Miss Yin, which sufficiently proves Miss Yin’s status!]
...
Yin Mingzhu loved hearing these remarks, but they also brought her worries.
To attend a banquet, she must outshine all other beauties.
Ideally, she should leave Mr. Zhou awestruck, so he’d feel she’s just the type to marry and take home as his wife.
Yin Mingzhu began to plan.
She tried on one gown after another, adorned herself with strings of jewelry.
But something was still lacking!
At this moment, Mrs. Ma requested to see her.
Yin Mingzhu was in a bad mood and didn’t want to meet anyone.
But Mrs. Ma said, "I’ve brought a precious item, you’ll surely be delighted upon seeing it."
Yin Mingzhu gave her a look, and said indifferently, "What have you brought to amuse me this time?"
Mrs. Ma took out a jewelry box and opened it.
Inside lay a rare emerald.
Dazzling and radiant, with a thousand beams of light.
Mrs. Ma also had someone bring over a dark floral cheongsam, tailored so exquisitely it seemed custom-made for Yin Mingzhu.
Yin Mingzhu’s eyes lit up.
She marveled, "It’s stunning! Exactly what I needed!"
She couldn’t wait to dress up in this ensemble, topping it off with the emerald.
Mrs. Ma personally attended to her.
In front of the dressing mirror, Mrs. Ma placed her hands on Yin Mingzhu’s slender waist, whispering in her ear, "The very picture of a wife! Mr. Zhou will surely be overjoyed."
Yin Mingzhu was enamored with her reflection.
She regarded Mrs. Ma as a confidante: "A hundred others aren’t as understanding as you are!"
Mrs. Ma smiled subtly: "When you become the legitimate Mrs. Zhou, do not forget what I’ve done for you."
Yin Mingzhu turned towards the mirror.
Her face was blossoming with joy: "Naturally, I won’t forget you, I’ll have Mr. Zhou support your husband!"
Mrs. Ma praised her beauty.
Yet in her heart, she scoffed: Keep dreaming your grand dreams, your days of happiness are nearing their end!
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The banquet was fast approaching.
Song Wei attached great importance to this event, inviting many big-name reporters.
The atmosphere was lively and bustling.
But there was a problem on Yin Mingzhu’s end.
Upon departure, Mr. Zhou frowned at the sight of her attire.
He disapproved!
But Yin Mingzhu failed to perceive this, coyly leaning on him: "This dress was made by the best tailor in B City, Mrs. Ma said it fits my waist perfectly."
She wanted Mr. Zhou to feel it for himself.
Mr. Zhou looked at her clothes, then her jewelry.
He felt she was provoking his regular wife.
Mr. Zhou thought: It’s time to end this! Her restless behavior, he feared, might hurt his wife’s feelings.
But Mr. Zhou was a man of his word, and if he promised to attend, then attend he must.
After much consideration, he still set out with Yin Mingzhu.
Yin Mingzhu in that outfit was indeed sumptuous, stealing all the camera flashes the moment she arrived.
She was full of allure, longing for the glory of being Mrs. Zhou.
Song Wei was enthusiastic as fire, she called to the reporters: "Take more photos of little Mrs. Zhou! Such a beautiful woman, you must put her on the front page headline, let others have a good glimpse!"
She was all charm, taking hold of Yin Mingzhu’s hand: "Here we have the true belle of B City!"