Chapter 780: The One Month Old Party (4)
In the banquet hall, Wang Yazhi joyfully rushed around, instructing the servants to finish the last bits of decorating.
Mada Ruan walked over. She was wearing a golden cheongsam. “Wang Yazhi,” she said, “look at the ti! What are you busy with?”
Wang Yazhi turned around and saw Mada Ruan in her gorgeous outfit. Her eyes lit up. She said, “Hey Mom! You look fabulous in that cheongsam! You look like the empress of the Qing dynasty!”
Mada Ruan rolled her eyes at Wang Yazhi and said, “I am asking you sothing! It’s already this ti. What are you doing here? Go and get changed and do your makeup! Do you want people to see you in this outfit when they arrive?” Mada Ruan pointed to the stained dress Wang Yazhi was wearing. “You used to be the person who paid the most attention to your looks, didn’t you? Why did you beco a ss now that you are a grandmother?”
Wang Zhiya was stunned. She lowered her head and saw her dress was marked by so chocolate from the cake. Her expression changed, and she seed to think it was the end of the world. Wang Yazhi said, “Gosh! I like this dress! Now I can’t wear it anymore.”
“What are you waiting for? Go get dressed up!” Mada Ruan shook her head helplessly. “Mr. Zhong can take care of things here. You are not needed.”
“Yes, Mada. Please go and prepare. There is not much ti left.” Mr. Zhong agreed with Mada Ruan.
It was the butler’s job to supervise the servants here, but Wang Zhiya insisted on doing it herself. Actually, she did not even do much. She simply stood in the banquet hall, watched the servers work seamlessly, and said a few things here and there.
Wang Yazhi finally took a look at the ti and said, “Gosh! I’ll never be able to make it! Mr. Zhong, is my stylist here?”
Mr. Zhong nodded helplessly. “Yes. I have told you a few tis already.” This new grandmother was completely distracted by the venue’s decorations and did not hear a single word Mr. Zhong had said.
“Oh! Alright. I need to get there now. I’ll leave everything to you then, Mr. Zhong!” Wang Yazhi rushed off once she finished the sentence.
Seeing Wang Yazhi run off, Mada Yuan signed and said, “Thank god that my grandson married that lass. If he had married a simpleton too, I’d be on my way to see god now.”
Mr. Zhong chuckled behind Mada Ruan. From the things she said, it seed like Wang Yazhi was never good enough, but in her heart, Wang Yazhi was the most dear to her.
The top managent of Zhi Ya Entertainnt had made the one-month-old party of Tiny Rice Ball the top priority. All artists and employees who would attend the party must be styled in the company at the sa ti. The top styling director in Zhi Ya Entertainnt was in charge of the styling of this event. Every dress, all makeup and each hairstyle were selected and designed by him. Even the brands of the makeup were carefully chosen.
Pan Tingi was led to a stand-alone makeup room by the staff. She had dreamt of her own makeup room. Looking at the pile of high-end makeup on the dressers and the luxury brand formal dresses hung on the shelf behind, Pan Tingi felt she was in heaven.
The next steps were being got ready by the stylist and the makeup artist. She let them pick the dress for her. She did not need to lift a finger, just co-operate and enjoy.
Pan Tingi focused on the way she was feeling in her heart. She swore to herself that she would always have this feeling in the future.
Tonight, she would have Cheng Chen!
Pan Tingi saw herself as equal to those female artists who had already made their debuts. With that thought in mind, Pan Tingei threw back her shoulders. Looking at herself getting dressed up and becoming more and more attractive, she believed that no man could ever say no to her.
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