Ling Chuxia stood behind Li Qian, listening to her words from beginning to end. If the timing hadn’t been so inappropriate, she really would have wanted to applaud her.
She used to wonder why she never realized how articulate Li Qian was. Good or bad, dead or alive, Li Qian managed to monopolize the conversation to her own advantage.
It was Li Qian who was aggressively confronting others, and it was also she who ended up putting on airs, pretending to have their best interests at heart.
Ling Chuxia felt she couldn’t just keep listening. God knows what nonsense Li Qian would come up with next. Chuxia slightly bowed her head to straighten her clothes. Then, she brushed through her hair, ensuring there was nothing amiss. After clearing her throat, she took a step forward, stretched out her hand, and gently tapped Li Qian’s shoulder. Then, her voice was soft as she whispered into Li Qian’s ear, "Excuse me, I’m already here."
Li Qian was speaking so enthusiastically that she hadn’t noticed anyone behind her. When Ling Chuxia suddenly tapped her and then leaned in to whisper, it felt like a chilly breeze blowing straight into her ear, startling Li Qian so much that she leaped off the sofa.
As Li Qian jumped up, everyone’s attention swiftly turned to Ling Chuxia. The moment they saw her, it was as if they were frozen in place, all stunned.
Ling Chuxia stood there calmly, slender yet imposing, her skin pale like porcelain and her face delicate and attractive. The black dress she wore made her even more pallid. A slight turn to the side revealed an almost snowy-white back, breathtakingly beautiful like an elf of the night suddenly entering the mundane world.
Seeing everyone stunned, Ling Chuxia barely curved her lips, her voice gentle, "Hello everyone, long time no see. I’m Ling Chuxia."
Time seemed to stand still for a long time. Everyone’s eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief, amazement, and a mix of complex emotions.
No one could believe that this beautiful and delicate woman in front of them was the same lively tomboy from before.
It was actually Li Qian who first snapped out of it. She pointed straight at Ling Chuxia, her words a bit incoherent, "You... you... why are you dressed like that? Are you Ling Chuxia or Ling Yunshu?"
In Li Qian’s memory, Ling Chuxia had always been insignificant during their school days. She never paid attention to her appearance. After getting married, she had become a proper, stiff, old-fashioned woman, dressing herself as if she were a decade older, lacking any sense of fashion.
She had thought that today Chuxia would dress the same way, but she hadn’t expected her to dress so... dazzling and sensual, instantly overshadowing her.
Ling Chuxia still smiled, her voice calm and unhurried, "Of course, I’m Ling Chuxia, the very Ling Chuxia you warmly invited here."