Mrs. Song didn't come alone—she arrived with several close friends, all top-tier socialites in Yecheng. Trailing behind them were bodyguards carrying luxury-brand gifts and high-end offerings meant for Rosalie. Even Zane Song had come along.
The grand entrance caused a stir among the guests.
"Wow, Mrs. Song actually came to welcome Yecheng's number one socialite, Rosalie!"
"It's been ages since we've seen such a spectacle in this city. Rosalie really is something!"
Inside the opulent private lounge, the event had originally been a welcome party organized by Mrs. Su for Rosalie. No one had expected Mrs. Song to show up—let alone with such a large entourage.
"Mrs. Song, what brings you here?" Li Lan asked excitedly. Given her current social status, she had never dared dream of forming a connection with Mrs. Song, the leading matron of Yecheng's elite circle.
Without delay, Mrs. Song walked directly to Rosalie and affectionately took her hand.
"Rosalie, may I call you that?"
Mrs. Song had long been an admirer of the mysterious perfumer, King. Now that King had saved her face with a miraculous formula, her admiration had grown into sheer reverence.
Rosalie smiled graciously. "Of course, Mrs. Song. It's an honor."
"That ointment you gave me last time—it's absolutely magical! Look at my skin—firmer, brighter, and I swear, people keep telling me I look ten years younger!" Mrs. Song beamed.
As Rosalie thought about that ointment still in Mrs. Song's possession, her smile deepened. "It's my pleasure to be of service."
"Rosalie, if you ever run into trouble, don't hesitate to come to me. Zane—come here. From now on, you should treat Rosalie like your own sister."
Zane Song already had a good impression of Rosalie, and now that she had helped his mother, he was completely won over. Without hesitation, he called out warmly, "Sister Rosalie."
This was no small gesture. Coming from the heir of the Song family and witnessed by Mrs. Song herself, it carried immense weight. Old Madam Su was visibly stunned.
"Rosalie, when did you treat Mrs. Song's skin?"
"Grandma, it was the week before last, shortly after I returned to the country."
"You silly girl, why didn't you tell us something so important?" Madam Su's affection for Rosalie was overflowing.
Su Changrong and Li Lan chuckled proudly. "Mrs. Song, our Rosalie is very modest. Even when she saves someone, she doesn't talk about it."
The elite women who had come with Mrs. Song quickly surrounded Li Lan and Rosalie.
"Mrs. Su, you truly raised an outstanding daughter. She has such a promising future!"
"Mrs. Su, does Rosalie have a boyfriend yet? I wonder if she might be interested in my son."
Su Changrong laughed and gestured to the seats. "Why don't we all sit down and talk properly? Waiter, bring the menu and serve the finest dishes available."
Outside the private room, Celia had arrived. Observing quietly, she immediately realized that Mrs. Song had mistaken Rosalie for the mysterious King—the true healer of her skin.
Standing beside her, Lin Jiaojiao—Celia's long-time friend—sneered. "Tsk tsk. Rosalie's pretending to be you again? Ci Ci, are you just going to let her get away with it? Or are you saving her for Christmas?"
Celia smiled faintly. "Jiaojiao, wait here for me."
She turned and walked briskly into the private room.
Inside, the atmosphere was full of light conversation and laughter when the door was suddenly pushed open. A clear, composed voice called out from the entrance:
"Hope I'm not interrupting."
Everyone turned. Rosalie froze the moment her eyes landed on Celia standing in the doorway.
The truth about their identities had always been a thorn in Rosalie's side. In the upper echelons of society, bloodline was everything—and she lived in constant fear that someone would one day expose her as the impostor.