A flurry of flashbulbs.
Yin Mingzhu reveals a satisfied smile: As Mrs. Zhou, her one foot has already stepped into the threshold of the super-wealthy.
She carries herself with an air of restraint, mingling and holding a glass of red wine with grace.
Wherever she goes, she's greeted as "Mrs. Zhou."
Song Wei accompanies Su Ruanruan.
Tonight, Su Ruanruan remains understated.
She's wearing a white dress paired with a diamond necklace.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Song Wei holds a wine glass, her eyes flirtatiously enchanting, "The photos have been uploaded to the internet. I think that person is also paying attention to what's happening here, they've probably seen them by now."
Su Ruanruan's gaze is lustrous.
She says, "The Zhou family is immensely rich! It would take Mrs. Zhou less than an hour by private jet."
Song Wei giggles cleverly, "I bet this lady won't be able to resist! An enemy is wreaking havoc right over her head."
Su Ruanruan sips her champagne lightly.
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