Miss Zhuang stood elegantly, her gaze swept over Su Xingyu: "And you are?" Her eyes were sharp, instantly recognizing that the little dress Su Xingyu was wearing was valued at quite a price, a handcrafted custom version from a top international luxury brand. It looked simple and understated in style, but it couldn’t be purchased without spending hundreds of thousands. When did Blade Group have a girl ? Su Xingyu didn’t think much about it and replied, "I’m here to participate in the street style photography competition finals." The male employee accompanying her frowned: "That little competition? Why are you running around, the main building isn’t a place just anyone can freely enter." The disdain in his words was barely concealed. Miss Zhuang withdrew her gaze from Su Xingyu, initially thinking the girl in front of her must be someone significant, but it turns out she was here just to participate in a local small contest? The dress... must be fake, right? These days, the forgeries are really convincing. She grandly and luxuriously said to the male employee, "Let’s go, I still need to accompany Shifeng for a meal later." As she spoke, she gracefully walked past Su Xingyu, carrying a fragrant breeze with her. Without looking back at her once. Su Xingyu, however, took several more glances at her. "Shifeng"? This woman knows Lu Shifeng? That scoundrel tyrant Lu Shifeng keeps her locked up at home while he enjoys himself outside? For some reason, Su Xingyu felt a bit suffocated. Her gaze unconsciously followed Miss Zhuang, watching her walk to the elevator nearby, where a guard standing by pressed the button for her. Miss Zhuang said something to the guard, and then the guard nodded and walked towards Su Xingyu’s direction. "Miss, the main building is not open for casual wandering," the guard’s attitude was polite yet firm, "Please leave as soon as possible." Su Xingyu felt a slight discomfort in her heart, what did Miss Zhuang take her for? However, she knew she was in the wrong for going the wrong way, so she held back her anger and asked the guard, "How do I get to F-3103?" The guard gave her directions. She hurriedly walked over, reached a building on the perimeter of the group’s compound, and found F-3103. It was close to opening time, with a red carpet rolled out outside the grand hall of F-3103. There were staff at the entrance checking invitations, with many contestants and guests coming and going, creating a lively atmosphere. Since the invitation stated formal attire was required, her little dress and exquisite makeup didn’t seem so out of place after all. She showed the electronic invitation in her hand to the staff. The staff smiled, "Miss Su Xingyu? This way, please." Leading her to take a seat in the front row of the contestants’ area. She barely sat down when the staff brought in two young girls. One of them wearing a black layered tulle dress was unfamiliar to Su Xingyu, but the other, wearing a small lace and pearl dress, was Su Xingqi! Su Xingyu was somewhat puzzled as to why she came, then recalled a line on the invitation: All photographers in the finals could bring their own model to the venue. She originally considered bringing Ouyang Yi, but Ouyang Yi proactively called to refuse: "Can’t be bothered to go to Blade’s turf." Su Xingyu let him be. Now, Su Xingqi was probably entering with her photographer, and the girl next to her must be Lin Luna? Their seats were right next to hers. Su Xingqi also saw Su Xingyu, stopped in front of her, and unreservedly displayed aversion on her face: "These days, really any kind of lowlife can dress up and go out! Thinking she’s something just because she’s clinging to a man for status!" Spewing vicious words, her gaze swept over Su Xingyu’s little dress just like Zhuang Heng earlier. Su Xingyu’s dress was truly beautiful and coupled with Xia Ling’s powerful styling team, all her strengths were highlighted, making her shine like a perfect diamond in the night. Many people nearby were looking at Su Xingyu with astonishing eyes. Su Xingqi was extremely jealous, despite being a popular model and having specially matched a high-end dress for the event. But standing next to Su Xingyu, it was just a stark contrast! She wished she could tear apart Su Xingyu’s whole outfit immediately! New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novelꞁire.net Su Xingyu’s expression was slightly cold: "Watch your mouth." Su Xingqi laughed, "Why, not letting people talk about you seducing Ouyang Yi? If it wasn’t for spending his money, could you afford these dresses and jewelry? No wonder you cut ties with the family, it’s better off as the Su Family doesn’t have a shameless person like you!" Su Xingyu held back, not resorting to hitting her. She didn’t have the habit of arguing like a shrew in public, so she called out to a passing staff member, saying, "Excuse me, I need to change my seat, this lady next to me is too uncivilized and speaks unpleasantly." The staff was stunned for a moment while Su Xingqi started screaming, "Who are you calling uncivilized? You slut!" Many people nearby were attracted by the sharp scolding, looking at Su Xingqi as if she were neurotic. Only then did Su Xingqi realize her loss of composure and quickly shut her mouth, but it was too late. The staff also looked at Su Xingqi with disdain, at events hosted by them, the last thing they wanted was troublesome people. This screaming and cursing girl appeared to be a somewhat famous model, right? How come her conduct was so poor? It’s better to separate her from the other seemingly composed girl. The staff reviewed the seating chart, "The contestant in seat 08 in the front row hasn’t arrived yet, Miss Su Xingyu, please move there. When that contestant arrives, I’ll let him take your current seat." Su Xingyu smiled and thanked them, changing seats despite Su Xingqi’s ugly expression. This time, she finally had peace and quiet. To her left sat a contestant, while the seat to her right was empty. Further to the right were several people dressed meticulously in black suits and professional attire, whose overall aura was strict and unattainable, unlike the easygoing contestants. They seemed more like the judges and staff of Blade Group. She waited for a while, and a man arrived to take the seat on her right. The man looked about thirty, with a stern expression, holding a laptop. As soon as he sat down, he opened his computer and started working on something. Su Xingyu accidentally glanced over; the man’s screen seemed to have a privacy filter, making it all blurry from her angle. All she knew was that his fingers moved rapidly as if he were at war. Shortly after, a staff member brought over a cup: "Mr. Leng, your strong tea." The man called Mr. Leng didn’t even lift his eyelid. The staff, seeing this, sensibly placed the tea on the table in front of the first row and quietly left. Su Xingyu watched with amusement, wondering why this Mr. Leng, busy to such an extent, would bother to attend a local street style competition? Such an event seemed insignificant to a giant like Blade Group.