Chapter 145 - 096 Dreams of Butterflies, Pull of the Heart_8
Zhuang Xiyue turned her head for a glance.
It was Ning Zijin who had appeared, a woman more famous than any star in the entertainment industry, not only because she was the head of the Ning Family, but also because of her relationship with Shenghua Crown Prince Ye Feng, which made entertainment news every other day.
Tonight, Ning Zijin came alone. One could easily guess that tomorrow’s headlines would be filled with rumors of marital troubles.
Indeed, the couple had been married for eight years without a child. The Ye Family, with such a vast inheritance and the tradition of passing it down to a single heir, would naturally desire offspring. Rumors had it that Ye Feng’s mother was already pressuring her son to divorce. How much longer could Ning Zijin hold on?
In matters of the heart, there is never any fairness. Women always bear and sacrifice far more than men. Poor Ning Zijin, a woman strong her whole life... will she ultimately compromise in the face of love?
Yan Song looked back, but his gaze did not fall on Ning Zijin. Instead, it landed on a young boy standing next to her.
The boy looked back at him, his quiet eyes appearing quite innocent and pure.
Yan Song narrowed his eyes, and for some reason, his first impression of the boy was very bad.
He disliked the boy, even feeling an instinctive aversion that Yan Song did not care to probe further. He had always followed his heart; disliking someone needed no justification.
Withdrawing his gaze, he walked into the brilliantly lit hall.
Unperturbed, the boy retracted his gaze and a slight smile slowly formed on his lips, innocently pure.
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A taxi came to a stop, and the journalists who were about to end their day couldn’t help but snicker.
Attending such a party in a taxi? How poor can you get?
Slowly, the car door opened, revealing a snippet of snow-white dress.
The night breeze gently blew by, lifting the hem of the dress like a sublime phantom...
The next moment, a figure in white slowly stepped out of the car.
In an instant, even the bright moonlight seemed to dim, as that slender figure stood at the end of the night, stunning the boundless dusk.
After being dazzled for three seconds, the journalists’ cameras started flashing non-stop.
The young girl looked at the grand and luxurious hotel before her, a gentle smile with the hint of warmth in her eyes.
But beneath that gentle ripple lay a mocking coldness, piercing to the bone.
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The night’s party could be said to be unprecedentedly grand, with almost every distinguished individual in Jiangzhou making an appearance.
Zhuang Xiyue looked at the scene of fragrance and beauty and couldn’t help but sneer.
Her purpose for attending was clear: in front of everyone, Yun Shu must give her an explanation.
In the upstairs resting room, Kang Jinxian watched her reflection in the mirror and slowly smiled.
Her one-shoulder purple gown revealed her fair, rounded shoulders, making her look enchantingly pure and innocent. Her delicate form was like a fresh, soft lily, standing quietly there, tender and moving.
Song Yiren smiled and nodded, "Ah Xian, you look truly beautiful."
In truth, Kang Jinxian was far from being as beautiful as her; it was her temperament that had the upper hand. Song Yiren was merely giving a casual compliment.
Kang Jinxian, looking at her reflection, appeared somewhat distracted.
The events of last night seemed vividly present, his embrace laden with the smell of smoke, broad and warm...
When she had woken up that morning, he had already gone. Was he avoiding her on purpose?
A wave of desolation swept over her heart. Was it because she wasn’t as beautiful as her sister, and that was why he never saw her for who she was?
At that moment, Yun Shu entered from outside. She too was meticulously dressed today; elegant and composed, her beauty betrayed no hint of her age.
"It’s your turn to appear. Today is your eighteenth birthday, your coming of age. From this day on, you’re truly an adult," she said.
"Let’s go. Let mother hold your hand and face everyone’s blessings and expectations together as we welcome your future," she continued.
Kang Jinxian repressed all her emotions and smiled gently, nodding.
Kang Jinxian’s arrival ignited the atmosphere of the party. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, she descended from the second floor like a princess bathed in a radiant glow.
Song Yiren immediately spotted the boy standing in a corner of the crowd and couldn’t contain her joy. She lifted her dress and ran in his direction.
"Brother Yan..." she said with a sweet smile, her radiant grin as beautiful as a blooming flower.
Yan Song frowned slightly, not even glancing at her, his voice cold as ice, "How many times have I said not to call me Brother Yan?"
The girl didn’t take it to heart, continuing cheerfully, "Then what should I call you? We grew up together, you are my Brother Yan."
Suddenly annoyed, Yan Song looked up fiercely at her, his gaze as threatening as a man-eating beast, making Song Yiren’s heart race with fear.
"I said don’t call me that, and you will not call me that. Are you deaf?" he snapped.
Song Yiren’s eyes filled with tears. She had never seen Yan Song so fierce, and she didn’t understand why she couldn’t call him Brother Yan. His threatening look was as if she had committed an unforgivable crime.
Bai Xiangxiang watched from afar, her fists clenching. That Song Yiren really had no shame, always claiming to be the beloved childhood friend of the male deity at school, and yet in private, she harassed him incessantly.
Just then, the commanding Zhuang Xiyue looked up at the mother and daughter pair shining brilliantly and curled her lips into a scornful sneer. Her graceful voice carried far across the venue, full of piercing clarity.
"Lady Yun, you’re so devoted to a foster daughter, yet your own granddaughter was discarded for ten years without being seen. It seems like the foster daughter and the granddaughter switched lives. Or is it, this beautiful young lady, is actually your biological daughter? Otherwise, it doesn’t adhere to the norms of human relations, does it?"