Editor: Larbre Studio “Xiao Xin, thank you.”
“Are you still being formal with me?
If it weren’t for my brother…” Yan Xin stopped mid-sentence, changing the subject, “Xiangyang, you come first.
I won’t let them laugh at us.”
“Xiao Xin, you’re so sweet.”
With a sigh of resignation, Yan Xin said, “If you know I’m nice, then don’t make me worry anymore.
Come on, I’m waiting for you at the hotel entrance.”
“Alright, I’ll be right there.”
If a handsome, wealthy man were to drive her to a wedding in a Rolls-Royce, it would definitely allow her to regain all her dignity.
But, if she were to drive herself in a Rolls-Royce, it would not have the same effect.
On the way, Wen Xiangyang stubbornly made several more calls to Mu Lingqian and sent several texts.
In the end, she was so angry she made up her mind, as soon as she got back, she would complain about him to Mousse!
An hour later, Wen Xiangyang arrived at the entrance of the Sophelia Hotel, where a valet led her to park.
A muscle-bound man walked over, accompanying Yan Xin, who was clad in pristine white evening wear.
“Xiangyang, this is my boyfriend for today.”
Wen Xiangyang saw the robust man bearing wild facial features and rippling muscles.
She glanced at Yan Xin; she didn’t actually like this type.
She preferred the type who could look thin in clothing and muscular when naked.
To pretend to be a couple with this man was outlandish, even she wouldn’t believe it let alone the dog couple.
How had she forgotten Yan Xin’s preference?
Yan Xin was well-born, well-bred, and dutiful since childhood.
She was the perfect woman to bring home as a wife.
Only Wen Xiangyang knew that the girl had an inherent love for ruggedly built men.
“Hello,” out of politeness, Wen Xiangyang greeted him.
The muscle man nodded at her.
Wen Xiangyang pulled Yan Xin aside and whispered, “Xiao Xin, pretending to be a couple with your boyfriend will not work.
It’s too fake.
Chen Yunxi, who has clung to us for two or three years, knows that I don’t like this type.”
“Ah?
So what should we do now?
It’s too late to find someone else to impersonate.
So annoying!
I don’t know many people, and none of them would be of any help.” Yan Xin lamented.
“No problem, if there’s none, then there’s none.
Even if I’m alone, I can reclaim my dignity!
Look at what I’m wearing today!” Wen Xiangyang lifted her head confidently and slung her arm over Yan Xin’s shoulder, “More importantly, I’ve got you.”
“Xiangyang…”
To outsiders, they were wealthy heiresses looking down from high above, but no one knew how exhausting it was for them to maintain that facade every day.
They dared not confide in anyone, fearing they would be stabbed in the back.
Wen Xiangyang led Yan Xin, hand-in-hand, into the hotel, completely forgetting about the stand-in boyfriend Yan Xin had brought.
The wedding was taking place on an open lawn inside the hotel.
As the two ladies arrived at the lawn, a crowd was already gathered.
People either strutting in sharp suits or draped in evening dress chatted away over glasses of champagne.
However, there was something off about the crowd’s conversations and their attire.
As soon as the two arrived, sharp-eyed attendees quickly noticed them.
Among the crowd, which despite wearing high-end evening gowns but somewhat resembling bundled curtains, the classily dressed Wen Xiangyang and Yan Xin were like a striking scene.
Even anyone who wished to ignore them would find it impossible.
“Well, look who’s here.
I thought you wouldn’t dare to show up,” Wang Li, seeing the two, was filled with deep envy.