She frowned, looking at her dirty clothes, feeling a headache.
Ti is short.
Even though she didn’t care about the impression her foster father, the Governor, had of her and whether he liked her, after all, being the Governor’s daughter was just a title. But thinking of Madam Aisha’s pale and pitiful face, this new mother who valued her husband so much, she couldn’t embarrass her, be ridiculed by the family, or looked down upon.
Moreover, whether Madam Aisha’s situation could improve depended entirely on Governor Yun’s whims. If she embarrassed herself, she feared her foster father would vent his anger on her, and she would surely be heartbroken.
Jun Yiyi’s eyes flashed, and she gritted her teeth.
So, no matter what, she couldn’t make a fool of herself.
But now, ti was so urgent, what way was there to find a clean and decent outfit?
What to do, where to get clothes?
...
Yun Qingqing was dressed in an exquisite formal gown, a snow-white princess dress, her neck and hands adorned with luxurious jewels, highlighting her long snow-white neck and slender, elegant wrists, making her shine like a rose covered in stardust.
Her eyes flashed with confidence and pride as she walked down the stairs.
Seeing Madam Aisha sitting on the sofa, restless, looking around, eagerly waiting for the yet-to-arrive Jun Yiyi.
She coldly and triumphantly smiled, having just called Xiao Xi, who said she sprained her ankle and went to see a doctor, but she was already following the plan. Soon, that dirty girl would appear here flustered.
By then, her father would surely be furious seeing such a disgraceful new foster daughter.
And that dirty ugly girl would just accentuate her own nobility, beauty, elegance, and deanor.
At this mont, the sound of laughter arose at the lobby entrance, Governor Yun’s figure appeared first, then to his left stood Mrs. Yun, chatting elegantly, and to his right was a young, well-dressed man, his style refined and subdued, yet with an outstanding and eye-catching deanor.
The three seed to get along very well.
The young man’s voice was as gentle as a spring breeze turning into rain, magnetic and graceful, noble without arrogance, confident without conceit, with a calm deanor like a mountain stream crossing fields, just by hearing his voice, he was a person of reserved elegance!
Yun Qingqing’s eyes lit up, her breath stopped, she hurriedly looked at the young man talking with her father, and was instantly captivated, her heart racing.
Oh, a person completely different from the style of the Councilman’s son, yet not inferior. Young Master Ling Kong was flamboyant and domineering, with an intense aloofness, like a cold star tens of thousands of light-years away in the night sky, powerful and distant. But this man was like a mountain lake, calm and serene, not stirring waves, with mysterious depths beneath inviting exploration.
Anyway, he was an extrely handso and attractive man.
And looking at her always solemn and proud father, who surprisingly had such an enthusiastic attitude with even hints of flattery, this young man must have an impressive background.
"Qingqing, co and et the guest, this is Mr. Wubai." Mrs. Yun waved with a smile, inviting Yun Qingqing over, who imdiately displayed her most beautiful smile, walked gracefully, her posture lovely like a radiant flower, embodying the noble deanor of a peerless daughter.
Madam Aisha stood up from the sofa, twisting her fingers, anxiously looking at the side door, worried and impatient at Jun Yiyi’s delayed appearance.
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