A black Rolls-Royce slowly drove to the entrance of the exhibition center. The car window rolled down gracefully, revealing a face as deep as night and stunningly extraordinary under the swaying moonlight. Ah Ding approached the car and respectfully opened the door. Mo Chuxi stepped out, his long legs striking the ground in black leather shoes that exuded steadiness, his tall and elegant figure standing like a king before the towering building. He resembled a monarch who came in person, his noble and sophisticated aura commanding awe and respect. The lack of expression on his handsome face only made it the most captivating expression. The well-dressed socialites nearby had already fallen for Mo Chuxi’s slender eyes or his lightly pursed peach blossom lips. "Young Master Mo, I think Lady Yan should have arrived already. Should we go find her first?" Mo Chuxi raised his hand to adjust his gold cufflink, his thin lips moving slightly. "Let her stay with Yize for now. Once she’s had her fun, it won’t be too late to look for her." He spoke unhurriedly, glancing down at the location on his phone. His Mrs. Mo was indeed already there. Having attended a banquet once before, Yan Xinxin was much calmer this time around. However, because she ate some snacks on the way and got a little messy, she now had to touch up her lipstick in the bathroom. This was, after all, the International Exhibition Center—the restroom was spacious and magnificently decorated. The women’s restroom was even equipped with a makeup room, an exceptionally thoughtful design. Yan Xinxin walked into the restroom and saw several women already touching up their makeup in front of the mirrors. These women were all dressed lavishly and adorned with expensive-looking items—clearly either rich socialites or celebrity models. Yan Xinxin slowly walked to a mirror in the corner, taking lipstick out of her bag. "Do you guys think Young Master Mo will bring that woman named Yan Xinxin to the banquet today?" A voice of gossip reached her ears. Yan Xinxin’s hand paused mid-action while applying her lipstick. "A woman like her, born poor and shabby, would surely seize any chance to fling herself forward. Even if Young Master Mo didn’t want her to come, she would definitely beg to attend." "Humph. I wonder if Young Master Mo was bewitched by that woman or something, to actually like a woman like her." One woman cursed, and the others all feigned laughter in response. "I heard she schemed to climb into Young Master Mo’s bed and ended up pregnant, which forced the Mo family to agree to let her in." "I heard that too. Mrs. Mo doesn’t like that woman one bit, but that Yan Xinxin just wouldn’t stop clinging to Young Master Mo." "So shameless! She’s a poor person trying to become the wife of a wealthy family. Must’ve lost her mind!" These are what they call upper-class socialites? What the hell are those words coming out of their mouths? Don’t get angry, don’t get angry! This text is hosted at nοvelfire.net Yan Xinxin took a deep breath, gently touching her stomach. Getting angry would hurt my little one. I absolutely can’t get angry! "Having to sit with someone like that today at the showcase and runway event—what a buzzkill!" The women muttered and gossiped, finishing their makeup and preparing to leave, only to spot Yan Xinxin stepping out from the corner. She was dressed in a silver starry gown woven with shimmering threads, her snow-white skin illuminated under the lights, complementing her petite, radiant face. Just a faint smile from her exuded an allure that could captivate nations. The women stared at Yan Xinxin in astonished awe. "Who is this woman...? Why does she look kind of familiar?" "Look at her dress. My mom pulled plenty of strings but couldn’t get it—it’s a global limited edition!" "Anyone who can wear that dress definitely isn’t an ordinary person. Should we go introduce ourselves?" They conferred briefly before heading toward Yan Xinxin. "Excuse me, stunning lady in front—please hold up."