Song Yun doesn’t like wearing suits, which is something many people know. Because of Song Yun’s somewhat thin and frail figure, wearing a suit often creates a droopy look, unable to fill out the suit, making him look even more scrawny and pitiful. However, there are times when Song Yun has no choice but to wear a suit. After all, you can’t show up to a party organized by a second-in-command from the bureaucracy in flip-flops, jeans, and a t-shirt, right? That would be blatantly disrespectful. "Sigh, help me put it on." Song Yun stood up weakly and said, "Every time I see a suit, I feel weak." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI~Fire.net "Hehe, I specifically picked this one for you, it should suit you!" Qingluan said as she handed the suit jacket to Song Yun, "Try it on." Song Yun had no choice but to take the clothes and began changing right in front of Qingluan, unconcerned about changing his pants in front of her as well. Once the suit was on, Song Yun surprisingly felt a tailored fit. "I had this tailored specifically for you based on your measurements, so it should definitely fit!" Qingluan said with a smile as she watched Song Yun wearing the suit. Song Yun was filled with emotion. It seemed that it wasn’t that he couldn’t wear suits; he just hadn’t encountered someone who made good suits. If a suit is well-fitted, it turns out he can pull it off quite well. After Qingluan finished helping Song Yun with his suit, she returned to her room, saying she needed to change into her evening dress. Actually, Song Yun thought that Qingluan looked beautiful and elegant in anything and didn’t need to dress up deliberately. However, Qingluan insisted that for such occasions, it was better to dress formally. After all, being Song Yun’s wife and someone recognized by everyone in society, it wouldn’t do to dress too casually. Otherwise, it could make people undervalue Song Yun or the Song Family. Qingluan’s evening dress was entirely white, exactly as she preferred. The upper part was a rare strapless design, revealing her delicate shoulders. Song Yun hadn’t really seen Qingluan dress so sensually before, even though it was just showing her shoulders without any cleavage. But for Qingluan, this was already quite daring. "You’re truly beautiful! Qingluan, no matter what you wear, you always look so stunning!" Song Yun exclaimed in admiration. Qingluan smiled and said, "You’re quite handsome too!" "Then we’re truly a perfect couple! Hahaha, let me bask in that a little." Song Yun extended his hand, and Qingluan naturally linked her arm with his, following him out of the room. The hall for the welcome banquet was just downstairs from where Song Yun lived, and the entire floor had been taken over by the municipal system. When Song Yun arrived at the hall, it was already filled with a considerable number of people, almost packed to the brim. A few secretarial office members from the municipal bureaucracy were in charge of receiving guests at the entrance, while inside, those seated were individuals from various departments of the municipal system. A stage had been set up in the middle of the hall, and according to the secretaries, it was meant for tonight’s cultural performances. The appearance of Song Yun and Qingluan immediately drew the attention of almost everyone around. In fact, the attendees were not only from the municipal system; there were also people from the provincial system present, though they weren’t particularly high-ranking. As for those key second-in-commands, they weren’t people who would show up casually. Perhaps they might stop by halfway through, or maybe not at all. However, Song Yun was certain that when he visited the construction site tomorrow, there would definitely be some high-level provincial figures accompanying him. That’s called respect, and it’s a procedure. Song Yun was at least a decent figure to look at, while Qingluan was stunningly beautiful. Among those present who are accustomed to the bureaucratic world, none hadn’t seen beautiful women before. But a woman of Qingluan’s caliber was beyond what anyone there had encountered. Some couldn’t help but envy Song Yun. It seemed that with higher status, the quality of women improved as well. Such a woman was probably rare even across all of Shen Zhou. Under the guidance of the secretarial office members, Song Yun arrived at Table No. 1. Several people were already seated at the table, likely second-in-command level figures from the city. They all stood up to greet Song Yun upon his arrival, inviting him to sit down. A minute after Song Yun and Qingluan were seated, Liu Ruoxi appeared beside the table. What followed was the common question of who would take the main seat, something frequently played out within the Shen Zhou system. As long as the two highest-ranking individuals at the table were evenly matched, there was bound to be a bit of back-and-forth over it. It’s a kind of rule. In the end, Song Yun sat to the left of Liu Ruoxi, while Qingluan sat to Song Yun’s left, her expression calm and with a slight smile. It seemed that Liu Ruoxi was the most senior at the table; the top leader hadn’t come. As expected, an investor welcomed by a second-in-command was already a considerable honor. If both were to welcome the same person, it would be a bit overly formal. In such situations, either the top leader or the second-in-command would be present, but not both. With Liu Ruoxi’s arrival, the welcome banquet officially began, and performances commenced one after another on the stage in the center of the hall. "Did you get a chance to look around today?" Liu Ruoxi asked Song Yun with a smile. "Yes, I went out for a bit." Song Yun nodded with a smile. "How do you find Guangzhou?" Liu Ruoxi asked. "Big! Prosperous, powerful!" Song Yun replied succinctly. "Haha, indeed, we in Guangzhou are quite formidable. Our GDP ranks among the top in any city of the same level nationwide!" Liu Ruoxi said proudly with a smile. Song Yun wanted to say that you were transferred here just recently so those top-ranking GDP figures might not have any connection to you. But seeing how proud she was, Song Yun decided not to ruin her moment. The banquet mostly involved eating and watching performances, so there wasn’t much to say about it. Midway through the banquet, the hall, which was initially a bit noisy, gradually fell into silence. Curious, Song Yun looked around and saw a group of about six or seven people appear by the door. Leading them was a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back, wearing a slight smile. He walked with an impressive stride, exuding a considerable aura. Song Yun was somewhat surprised to see this man because Song Yun knew him!