Upon hearing the sound, the three turned their gaze and saw a tall and slender figure slowly approaching.
The person was clad in a black long dress that made her skin appear as fair as snow. The hollowed-out lace at the hem, adorned with bright decorations and unobtrusive floral patterns on the surface, underscored a sense of luxury.
A distinctive shawl broke through the darkness, exuding a cool, noble, and mysterious elegance.
Her beauty was stunning, her complexion radiant.
She exuded a composed and confident aura, powerful in presence.
The woman walked unhurriedly, her aura fully displayed, indeed like a lady of the house.
Her bright eyes swept across the banquet hall a few times before finally resting on Fu Qixiu nearby.
To be precise, on Su Ran standing beside Fu Qixiu.
A woman’s intuition is sharp; she can spot her biggest rival at first glance.
Some say that in a vast sea of faces, if the first person you see isn’t the one you love most, then they must undoubtedly be a rival or enemy.
Beyond any doubt, the first person she noticed was Su Ran, who seemed to be glowing in the not too distant space.
The woman’s eyes flickered slightly; she was certain that in the entire room, Su Ran was her strongest competitor.
Whether it was in terms of appearance, figure, or demeanor, she was.
Her eyes lingered on Su Ran for a few seconds, then she nodded towards her, a nod that was polite yet distant.
Su Ran slightly narrowed her eyes and upon sensing the woman’s scrutiny, curled her lips into an equally polite smile.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted her skirt and walked towards them.
Fu Qixiu, seeing the person who arrived tardily, couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
"Holy shit, could this be the legendary dress clash?"
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t exactly a dress clash.
Today, Su Ran was dressed in a black Audrey Hepburn style strapless gown, adorned with sparkling sequins and delicate tulle that gave her an elegant and noble air as she moved.
The gown’s chest-wrapping and waist-cinching silhouette made its lines appear more fluid and atmospheric, accentuating her svelte curves.
The cluster of black hollowed-out tulle at her chest was like a rose blooming in the night.
A matching tulle shawl, slipping off one shoulder, added an ultimate touch of icy allure.
Mystery, prestige, and an untouchable solemnity hit you full in the face.
The detailed design and processing of the gowns were different for both women.
But alas, both were dressed in black, both were draped in shawls, and both towered in beauty and temperament above everyone else.
Of course, two extremes compared side by side were a spectacle no one expected!
After all, everyone has a bit of a penchant for gossip, don’t they?
And so, suddenly, the eyes of everyone in the hall were on the two of them.
Fu Qixiu rubbed his temples, looking speechless.
"Su Xiaoran, should I say you two have a telepathic connection? Even your taste in dress choice is identical. Couldn’t you have picked a different color?"
Not just that, their taste in men seemed to be the same as well.
With these two together, it was nothing short of earth-shattering.
This plot is getting too much for me to handle!!
Su Ran couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him before saying:
"It wasn’t my choice."
"If it wasn’t your choice, then who’s? It surely couldn’t be me..."
Fu Qixiu suddenly faltered, looking incredulously at Su Ran.
She gave him a confirming look.
Fu Qixiu rested his chin on his hand, mumbling to himself, "Holy shit, to clash dresses ? Could it be she and my brother are telep..."
Su Ran narrowed her eyes slightly, looking dangerously at him.