Translator: _Min_
In the city of Sijiu, there were many families of varying sizes, but only a few could be named as truly wealthy households.
Lin Wansu was aware that among the Shen familyâs current generation, including Shen Xi, none were married yet, and a few brothers didnât even have partners.
Yet, even so, Si Fuqing was not someone who could easily make contact with them.
The Shen familyâs acceptance of Lu Ningsheng was due to her having won mainstream awards and being hailed as the Queen of Great Xiaâs music scene.
She was about to record the anniversary music video for âOracle, â and industry professionals predicted that, barring any mishaps, Lu Ningsheng could win next yearâs Hera Music Award with this song alone.
In recent years, the entertainment industry in Great Xia had seen a decline in talent, with only Su Yang having previously won this award.
With a Hera Music Award, Lu Ningshengâs value would continue to rise, making her partnership with the Shen family a strong alliance.
What did Si Fuqing have?
Could she really think that her scenes from âSurvival 66 Days, â showing her catching a goose, would impress anyone?
It was laughable.
True wealthy families had little interest in the entertainment circle.
Lin Wansu smirked sardonically, standing still, her grip on Xu Jiannianâs arm tightening.
Ahead, a black nanny van stopped, and Yuejian got out first, opening the rear door for Si Fuqing to exit.
She was wearing a light blue gown adorned with shimmering beads, perfectly outlining her waistline, her figure impeccable and beyond criticism. Si Fuqing rarely wore gowns, and even if paparazzi managed to capture her, it would usually just be in a T-shirt.
As she looked up, her face exposed to the air, those around her instantly faded in comparison, even the sunlight seemed to dim. Gasps were heard in succession.
The media conversed among themselves.
âIf she walked the red carpet, no one would dare stand next to her. Even the red carpet queen would look like a maid in comparison.â
âIsnât that gown from RMâs haute couture? I think I saw it in a magazine, worth over three million!â
âUh, wonât this directly overshadow Lu Ningsheng? After all, she is Lu Ningshengâs friend. Wearing something this stunning must be intentional, right? Seems like sheâs aiming to marry into a wealthy family. I wonder if Lu Ningsheng will regret bringing a wolf into the fold.â
âAre you sick? The Shen family is hosting a traditional Xia-style wedding. The bride will wear traditional attire. Itâs a different style. Plus, Si Fuqing isnât even wearing makeup. How could she overshadow anyone? If you want to criticize, find a suitable angle. Be careful, or the Shen family might sue you.â
Some media wanted to get closer to photograph Si Fuqingâs gown and possibly interview her.
âDonât move!â Si Fuqing immediately took a step back, raising her hand. âItâs borrowed. I have to return it later. If you damage even a thread, I wonât let it go.â
If she had the ability to fly, she would definitely do so to protect the gown.
Little Bai, nestled in Yuejianâs pocket, peeked out, its paws gripping the edge, eyeing Si Fuqing.
Little Bai thought only gold looked good.
When would it have a doghouse made ofgold?
Seeing Si Fuqingâs cautious demeanor, the media, ready to sensationalize the story, were at a loss.
They had never seen a celebrity as refreshingly modest as Si Fuqing.
It was as if she had âIâm poor, donât pick on meâ written on her face.
Alright, she was unassailable.
Lin Wansu sneered, âShe earns enough, doesnât she? Canât afford a gown? Jianian?
âSorry, sorry.â Xu Jianian came back to his senses, apologetic. âWas thinking about a script. Got distracted.â
âOh, I thought you were distracted by her.â Lin Wansu was nonchalant. âLetâs go inside. Sheâs with Lu Ningshengâs group, not ours. Our relationship wonât be exposed. Donât worry.â
Xu Jianian followed Lin Wansu inside.
Si Fuqing indeed took a different entrance.
Inside the Lin familyâs private room.
Lin Qingchen glanced at the small group chat with his brothers and smiled, âHuanhuan, my friend is here. Iâll invite her in. Get ready.â
âAh?â Lin Jihuan frowned. âYour friends arenât just sons from other families? What am I getting ready for? So you really are trying to set me up! Do you have a partner yourself?â
âItâs a girl.â Lin Qingchen sighed. âIâll be right back.â
He left the private room and met Si Fuqing being escorted in by a waiter.
âPleased to meet you, Miss Si,â Lin Qingchen said. âI have a favor to ask. My sister is your fan. Could you come meet her with me?â
âNo problem,â Si Fuqing paused. âBut I didnât bring anything with me today.â She indeed used to carry signed photos with her, giving them out to fans she met along the way..