Yan Xinxin slowed her steps slightly upon hearing the remark. Standing under the bright lights, her graceful and alluring silhouette sparked envy among a few women nearby. She turned slightly, unhurried and poised, her S-shaped figure perfectly complemented by the starlit silver-threaded gown she wore—an impeccably tailored masterpiece! "Something the matter?" She parted her rosy lips and asked coolly. Her demeanor was composed and detached, free from agitation or disturbance. The women who had been gossiping and mocking her moments earlier were now struck by the refined elegance she radiated. Such a cold yet noble aura could only belong to the daughter of an illustrious family! "May I ask which family you’re from? I don’t think we’ve seen you in this circle before." "Exactly, someone as gorgeous as you—if we had met, you’d be unforgettable." The women fired successive questions, seemingly intrigued by Yan Xinxin, convinced she must hail from a wealthy lineage. Though their demeanor appeared friendly, inwardly, each of them looked down on her with disdain! "I apologize, but I don’t take much pleasure in conversing with people who gossip behind others’ backs." Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful eyes and spoke indifferently. The grins froze on the faces of the women instantly. "What do you mean by that?" "Acting so stuck up?" "Do you think being wealthy makes you special?" Yan Xinxin spoke calmly, her stunning eyes sweeping over the overly made-up women in front of her. "I’m not just poor; I’m so broke I can barely make ends meet every month." "Ha! Broke and yet you can afford such a rare gown? Is it a knockoff?" "Impossible. The craftsmanship is unmistakably authentic! Miss, you sure know how to put on a show." "Exactly! Pretentious and disgusting!" "Disgusting, you say?" Yan Xinxin lifted her captivating gaze toward one of the women, her tone nonchalant. "If you find it so nauseating, why not step inside and throw up? Just don’t get your dress dirty." "As for me, I indeed lack the means to buy something as expensive as this dress." Yan Xinxin reached out her delicate hand to adjust the hem of her gown, her lips curling into a proud smile. "But my husband does." Yan Xinxin blinked her enchanting eyes knowingly. "You were asking about my name, weren’t you? Honestly, there’s no need to bother remembering me, but you should be familiar with my husband’s name." She smiled, extending her hand flaunting the diamond ring on her ring finger. Under the lights, the brilliant facets of the diamond gleamed blindingly. Feigning remorse, Yan Xinxin furrowed her fine brows slightly. For original chapters go to novel{f}ire.net "Apologies if the sparkle happens to blind any of you, though thankfully not completely. Oh, and this? It’s the wedding ring Chuxi gave me. I adore it." Her husband is Mo Chuxi—Young Master Mo? "You—you’re Yan Xinxin?!" The women finally reacted in stunned disbelief. Yan Xinxin let out a soft laugh. "So, I’m famous after all?" "A word of advice: don’t gossip unnecessarily, lest you risk having your delicate faces slapped swollen." With a proud smile, Yan Xinxin turned gracefully to leave. "Bah! She really thinks she can rise to glory just like that!" "Why don’t we figure out a way to make her humiliate herself later?" "Agreed! But make sure Young Master Mo doesn’t find out; otherwise, it’s us who’ll suffer!" The jewelry exhibition hall. Various magnificent, dazzling jewelry and diamond works were displayed inside transparent showcase cabinets, including Angel’s Tears. Nobles and gentlemen, socialites and distinguished ladies, all leisurely admired the collection. While everyone was absorbed in the breathtaking designs, a commotion suddenly emerged at the entrance of the hall.