Chapter 317: Dignified
Zhong Meilan's face really looked much better.
The daughter-in-law in her mind was a rich girl like Song Jiayu. She had always looked down on Qiao Ruoxing's humble origins. Now that she knew that Qiao Ruoxing was actually the illegitimate daughter of He Yurou's affair, she felt even more disgusted.
Fortunately, Jing Yan finally divorced her. When his marriage with Song Jiayu was completed in the future, with the support of the Song family, he would always understand his good intentions.
"Are the fireworks ready?"
Mrs. Chen nodded, "Special fireworks, with the old lady's portrait and birthday wishes, I guarantee that there will be only one tonight, which will definitely please the old lady."
"You are still doing things properly."
Mrs. Chen lowered her eyebrows and said, "Sister Lan has helped me so much, it's my duty. You see, the matter in Old Chen's hand..."
Zhong Meilan paused, "Jingyan just got divorced recently, and there are some things I can't mention for the time being. Don't worry, I will definitely solve them for you after this period of time."
The truth is that Gu Jingyan has stopped her monthly withdrawals, and the production line of the Zhong family has been frustrated recently, and her dividends have also begun to shrink.
But Zhong Meilan thinks all this is temporary.
Gu Jingyan and Qiao Ruoxing have been married for more than three years. Even if they raise a dog, they have feelings for each other. It's normal to be angry, and it will be fine after this period of time.
She doesn't believe that a woman of low status can match their blood relationship.
When Mrs. Chen saw her say this, she felt relieved.
"Jingyang, have you lost weight recently?"
Gu Jingyang wore a red dress and had a princess hairstyle. Because she was beaten by Qiao Ruoxing a while ago, she couldn't eat at first and had to recuperate for a long time.
Now that her injuries have healed, she has lost a lot of weight. Her face, which used to be a little fleshy, has become smaller, and her facial features are more prominent. She looks more and more like Zhong Meilan.
Zhong Meilan was a great beauty when she was young, so Gu Jingyang's appearance would not be too bad.
Today, the old lady's birthday party, she dressed up gorgeously because Mo Mingxuan was coming.
Gu Jingyang rubbed his face and whispered, "Is it obvious?"
"It's quite obvious," the little sister said, "but it looks better. As long as Qiao Ruoxing doesn't come, you will definitely dominate the audience."
Gu Jingyang's smile suddenly became a little hard to hold.
Qiao Ruoxing is simply a nightmare in the socialite circle.
If she doesn't come, the socialites can still bloom in such occasions. When she comes, she will definitely dominate.
Not only is her face exquisite, but her skin is also white. Anyone standing next to her will be made to look dark and earthy by her.
Some people were shocked, "How dare she come? Isn't it embarrassing?"
"Before the divorce, she was so arrogant that she wanted to wear all the jewelry on her body to show off at a banquet. Now that she is divorced and has an illegitimate daughter, I'm afraid she won't even have a suitable piece of jewelry to wear at a banquet. With her ostentatious nature, she is too embarrassed to come, right?"
"The Qiao family is really ruthless. Both parties cheated on each other and had an illegitimate daughter. They are really a perfect match."
"Fortunately, your brother had the foresight to divorce her. It would be disgusting to have such a wife."
Gu Jingyang's lips curled up, his eyes were proud, "Then you should work hard. My sister-in-law's position is still vacant."
The sisters laughed, "Then it depends on you to make the connection."
As he was talking, Gu Jingyang saw Song Jiayu appear on the scene with Song Tianjun on her arm.
Song Tianjun whispered a few words to her, then took the wine to the men's side.
Song Jiayu was standing tall in a light purple satin dress. She had a slender figure, her black hair was straightened and softly placed on her shoulders, her eyebrows were clear, and she was dressed in a simple and elegant manner.
Song Jiayu was a light-faced girl, but she was more elegant than anything else. She stood there, and even though she didn't move, she could still make people feel the nobility in her bones.
Gu Jingyang thought about what Zhong Meilan had said, and took the initiative to approach her, "Sister Jiayu."
Song Jiayu turned around and saw Gu Jingyan with a group of sisters. The corners of her lips curled slightly, "Jingyang, long time no see."
"Sister Jiayu, are you okay?" Gu Jingyan whispered, "I'm really sorry for what happened before."
Song Jiayu paused, thought about it, and probably Gu Jingyan went home to reprimand her again.
So she smiled and said softly, "Brother Gu has already apologized for you, and you didn't mean it."
Gu Jingyang was surprised.
Her brother actually spoke for her?
She immediately had a better impression of Song Jiayu, and this alone made her much more likable than Qiao Ruoxing, the annoying guy.
Thinking that this person might become her sister-in-law in the future, she couldn't help but warm up.
"Sister Jiayu, the skirt you are wearing is so beautiful. Whose product is it?"
"You mean this?" Song Jiayu curved the corners of her lips, "I designed this myself."
Gu Jingyang looked surprised, "You have a good hand, it suits your temperament very well, it looks like a high-end custom made by someone."
As soon as Gu Jingyang spoke, the other sisters followed suit and praised.
Although the daughter of the Song family had just returned to China, they would be in the same circle in the future, so they naturally had to give her enough face.
Song Jiayu was used to such occasions abroad, so she was naturally good at dealing with these socialites. She spoke appropriately, neither intimately nor unfamiliarly. She had the upbringing of a daughter of a famous family, and always maintained the reserve that a socialite should have.
At the same time, Gu Jingyan had been waiting downstairs at Qiao Ruoxing's house for an hour.
He frowned and looked at the time, then took out his phone and wanted to make a call.
Shen Qingchuan stopped him, "How can you pursue your ex-wife if you don't have this much patience?"
"She asked me to pick her up at five o'clock, and it's already six o'clock! Am I not patient enough?"
"It's only been an hour. Have you forgotten that you were rejected in business talks and were ignored for a few days? You are so patient in business talks, but you are impatient when waiting for your ex-wife?"
Shen Qingchuan leaned on the back of the car, raised his eyelids and said, "You are willing to wait for someone who can't spend your whole life with you. What's the big deal about waiting for a few hours for someone who can spend her whole life with you? Besides, you should be happy that she can dress up to see you. If she really doesn't care about you, she is too lazy to put on makeup."
Gu Jingyan emphasized, "She dressed up for the birthday party!"
She was too lazy to tear off the mask paper when facing herself.
"Then she looks good, and it's also your face. Think about it, when she arrives at the scene, others will see that your ex-wife is so beautiful, who dares to put a crooked melon and a cracked date here, just to make them lose their hearts. Maybe your ex-wife also dressed up with this idea in mind."
Gu Jingyan was confused by his crooked logic, and after thinking carefully, he actually felt that there was some truth in it.
Thinking that Qiao Ruoxing was trying to provoke others and didn't dare to push people to him, he suddenly felt that waiting a little longer was nothing.
At about 6:15, Qiao Ruoxing finally came out of the apartment.
Her hair was elegantly tied behind her head, her makeup was exquisite, and she was wearing a taro-colored ankle-length dress with half-hollow sleeves, a little ruffle, and a high slit skirt.
As she walked, her dazzling long legs appeared and disappeared from time to time. The two words "dignified" and "sexy" could be found on her at the same time.
As she walked along, passers-by around her looked at her sideways.
Gu Jingyan's eyes darkened unconsciously.