Chapter 21: Attending the Event

Qiao Yun gave Shen Xingman a look: "You go ahead, I want to use the restroom."

"……" Why didn't she go just now?

Shen Xingman got up, put on a mask, slipped on her slippers, and went to open the door.

"Excuse me, are you Mu Zihan's wife?"

?!!

Shen Xingman's pupils contracted, her spine stiffened, and she locked eyes with the delivery guy.

You look at me, I look at you, both of us dazed in place.

"Um, are you Mu Zihan's wife?" he asked again.

!

Shen Xingman stood frozen, unable to respond.

Does this delivery guy know too much?

There's no one else in the apartment—should we tie him up and silence him?

"Yes yes!!!" At that moment, Miaomiao, wearing flip-flops, shoved Shen Xingman aside, looked at the delivery guy and beamed, "I'm Mu Zihan's wife."

Delivery guy: "Oh, that's fine, please sign here."

He handed the package at his feet to Miao Miao.

"Sure thing."

Then Shen Xingman watched as Miao Miao wrote "Mu Zihan's wife" stroke by stroke on the receipt.

Shen Xingman suddenly felt her intelligence take a heavy hit.

Almost forgot—this Miao Miao is someone's fan.

Based on the previous "Mu Beauty's little wife," "Beauty, hug me," "Mu Beauty's outside girlfriend," and "Mu Family lady," this time's "Mu Zihan's wife" is genuinely frightening.

After signing for it, Miao Miao pitter-patted back to the sofa to open the parcel.

In the middle of the night, Qiao Yun worked hard to gather resources for Shen Xingman.

"We have to find a big shot whose influence surpasses the Jiang Family's, or else he'll come running back to meddle again."

Shen Xingman munched on her chips and muttered, "Aren't I that person?"

Qiao Yun: "……"

She didn't confiscate Shen Xingman's chips, saying, "This is the third bag—aren't you afraid of gaining weight if you eat more?"

Shen Xingman pouted: "Babe, I'm hungry."

"Even if you're hungry, you can't eat too much—it's night. Look at how Miaomiao's been eating lately at home."

Miaomiao, who'd been unexpectedly cued, stuck out her neck and snapped, "Can you stop dragging me into being a background prop??"

Qiao Yun's greatest daily pleasure is bickering with Miao Miao: "Look at those little feet of yours—they've really borne too much."

"What do you know?" Miao Miao sharpened her blades toward Qiao Yun, "I don't mind its smell, and the tower doesn't mind my size—this is a mutual pursuit!!"

Qiao Yun: "……"

Shen Xingman: "……"

Miao Miao: "I'll lose weight, just wait."

Ah, right, right, right.

"Boss, you're still mocking me! Your resources have been snatched away—how can you even laugh?!" Miao Miao yelled in frustration.

Shen Xingman blinked, then said calmly, "Just because your resources were taken doesn't mean I can't tease you."

Miao Miao: "……"

"Manman! I'm telling you, I haven't settled the score with you for going home yesterday!" Miaomiao firmly set down her newly bought plush toy, "Don't think I don't know what you were up to!"

Shen Xingman froze.

Miao Miao stood with hands on hips, puffed up like a little pufferfish: "Huh, you're panicking, you're panicking—you must have gone home to be with your husband. Dare you show your neck so I and Qiao Qiao can take a look?"

A strawberry mark like that won't fade in just four or five days.

"Yikes, how did Miaomiao get so smart?" Qiao Yun clacked away at her notebook, hearing the two bicker, and couldn't help but chime in.

"Of course not—I did graduate from a 211 university, after all." Miao Miao puffed out her chest with smug confidence.

Shen Xingman gave a light cough: "Yeah, super high IQ—no dog can match it."

Miao Miao: "!!!"

"Manman, why do you always act like this!!!"

Miaomiao got worked up, jumped up and pounced on Shen Xingman.

"……" The front-line battle is heating up, yet Qiao Yun is still leisurely playing on her computer.

"Manman, you'd better be careful—this little maniac's nail caps are super sharp."

"……"

"But I think Miaomiao's right—you really did go home last night to be with your husband."

Miao Miao and Shen Xingman came to a stop.

Miao Miao, her hair a wild mess, nodded frantically: "Exactly—look, I didn't get it wrong, and yet you still won't admit it!"

Qiao Yun nodded, speaking with hidden meaning: "Be careful—don't let your belly get big."

Shen Xingman, who was tugging at her bangs: "???"

"You didn't say your husband's pretty awesome, did you?" Qiao Yun drifted over like a ghost and let out a laugh, "Who knows in what way?"

"???"

Miao Miao: "…… Uh, you'd better not really be pregnant—how many months? Let me have a look."

"……"

Soon, a cluster of stars appeared on Miao Miao's head.

Shen Xingman was swamped for the next half month, first attending two brand events, then a celebration banquet, and finally flying to Nan Cheng to take part in a charity gala.

I thought I could finally rest after the break, but Qiao Yun dragged her off again for a styling session and some high-society party.

"You're not taking me again?" Miao Miao pouted, her starry eyes looking pitiful.

"Good girl," Shen Xingman smiled, "you're a National Grade Two Protected Waste now—just stay home and behave."

Miao Miao: "……"

Shen Xingman: "Come on, Qiao Qiao, let's go find a rich sponsor."

Miao Miao: "……" Wait for me.

Qiao Yun kept dragging Shen Xingman off for another styling session.

"It's time for the exciting beauty‑trap segment again." Qiao Yun took a deep breath, shifting her gaze to Shen Xingman beside her.

Someone didn't speak.

The elevator climbed floor by floor, time seeming to stretch; Shen Xingman was bored stiff the whole way, and Qiao Yun wouldn't let her play with her phone, claiming it emitted radiation that would ruin her looks.

"Honey, do you feel like we've changed?"

The old Shen Xingman would never have attended a banquet hosted by high society.

"Ah, yeah, the human world isn't worth it," Shen Xingman muttered.

"Don't be afraid, we're just trying to get close as best we can, and we still have our limits—she knew what was proper and what wasn't—'You should know this saying: a beauty dies beneath her skirt, yet even as a ghost she remains alluring.'"

Shen Xingman: "??" This guy's getting more and more outrageous with his words,

Inside the luxurious banquet hall.

High-society guests chatted animatedly, glasses clinking.

Although Shen Xingman had been invited, she wasn't given the seat of honor.

She rarely attended such events, so her stunning face was utterly unfamiliar to everyone here.

Precisely because she was so beautiful and rare, a moment's inattention made her the object of most people's scrutiny.

Lovely—skin like congealed fat, icy jade bones; a slender willow waist, delicate enough to encircle with one's hands.

She wore a mist‑white long dress, the shades well balanced, lacking the sensual allure of a socialite's bold red lips.

But in the face of absolute beauty, no style holds an advantage; even a fresh, clean look can still catch the flash.

That is, the spirit of the sea, the pearl of the night.

——"Wow, which family's young lady is this? She looks gorgeous~ her figure is perfect."

——"Indeed, gazing at this lively, pure‑natural great beauty is just pleasant."

"Miss Shen, long time no see."

Seeing the beauty approach, naturally someone couldn't wait to strike up a conversation…