CHAPTER 1183: CHAPTER 236: MOTIVES OF FAME AND GAIN, HANDLE IN HAND

Others praised Yun Ya, and Zhuang Xiyue smiled even more happily, holding Yun Ya’s hand: "Yun Ya, Ah Song’s fiancée, the engagement date is set, you must come to the wedding banquet then."

"Certainly, certainly."

Zhuang Xiyue turned to Yun Ya and said: "This is Lady Xiao."

The young girl clasped her hands at her abdomen in a standard lady’s greeting, smiling gently: "Lady Xiao, hello." Her voice was like an oriole coming out of the valley, crisp and pleasant.

Fan Chunhua thought to herself that many socialites fawned over Zhuang Xiyue, yet none had ever seen a pleasant expression from her. It turns out she had already chosen, although the background is a bit lacking, but this looks and temperament truly have no rival. She thought of her own two daughters at home, though they are good in their own right, she had to admit there was no comparison with this girl.

"Good, good, I’ve never seen such a beautiful girl." Fan Chunhua laughed, holding Yun Ya’s hand and examining her carefully, then beckoned over a young girl: "Baobao, come here, I’ll introduce you to each other."

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walked over, wearing a purple gauze dress, her eyebrows and eyes bore some resemblance to Fan Chunhua’s, yet she appeared pure and charming, her apricot eyes lively, her cheeks slightly plump with baby fat, adding to her cuteness.

"Baobao, this is Miss Ji from Jiangzhou, Yan Song’s fiancée."

"Yun Ya, this is my youngest daughter, called Baobao."

Xiao Bao’er smiled sweetly: "Miss Ji, long admired your reputation."

In those few words, Yun Ya sensitively detected the hidden animosity from this girl, and with an unaffected smile, she said: "Miss Xiao."

Xiao Bao’er snorted softly, yet came forward affectionately holding Yun Ya’s hand: "Quite a few socialites here today, you probably don’t recognize them, I’ll take you to meet them."

Yun Ya turned to glance at Zhuang Xiyue, who smiled and patted her hand: "Go on."

Yun Ya nodded and left with Xiao Bao’er.

At that moment, another group came in, the leading woman in her fifties, wore a large red peony cheongsam, draped with a fox fur shawl on her shoulders, her hair was styled high, carrying a jeweled handbag, majestic and graceful, she walked in slowly.

On her left was a young woman, curvaceous, yet her face, whether due to heavy makeup or something else, appeared slightly rigid under the lights, but the cold malice flashing in her eyes made one’s heart involuntarily clench.

The woman on the right wore a black evening gown, exuding both competence and charm, femininity mingled with elegance, dazzling, making it impossible to look away.

Fan Chunhua greeted with a smile: "Lady Ye, apologies for not greeting you sooner."

These three were precisely Lady Ye Feng Dai, and her daughter Ye Xiaoxiao, and daughter-in-law Ning Zijin.

Yun Ya turned to look, meeting the gaze of Ye Xiaoxiao, not missing the deep hatred and murderous intent in her eyes, Yun Ya slightly raised her eyebrows, smiling breezily.

Just like a needle in cotton, smile, I’ll see if you can still smile later.

Ye Xiaoxiao restrained her impulse to skin her alive. For two long years, she dreamt of tearing Ji Yunya apart alive. Seeing her suddenly now, hatred surged in her chest; if not for strong self-control, she might have charged with a knife at her already.

Ning Zijin glanced at Ye Xiaoxiao, then at Ji Yunya, curling her lips into a smile.

"Yun Ya, do you know Ye Xiaoxiao?" Pei Bao’er noticed the peculiar look Ye Xiaoxiao gave Ji Yunya and curiously asked.

Ye Xiaoxiao had quite a reputation in the socialite circles of the Capital City before, later running off to Jiangzhou for Yan Song, a courage not many possess, at least not her. Ye Xiaoxiao had vanished for two years, no one knew what she had been up to; now Ji Yunya is Yan Song’s fiancée, and Ye Xiaoxiao’s hostility towards Ji Yunya is only natural. Understanding this, a mocking smile flashed in Pei Bao’er’s eyes.

"We met once in Jiangzhou before." Yun Ya replied blandly.

"Oh, what’s up with Ye Xiaoxiao’s face? She used to be quite pretty, did she have plastic surgery or something?" Pei Bao’er saw at a glance that something was off, Ye Xiaoxiao must have messed up, she used to be such a bright beauty, now it’s terrible, horribly disfigured.

What’s wrong with her, messing with surgery, on a self-destructive path.

Yun Ya’s lips curved slightly, hate, the more the better, only then will she meet a worse end.

"Who knows." Yun Ya drew her lips into a smile.

"Baobao, here you are, I’ve been looking for you." A group of girls gathered around, vibrant and diverse, making Yun Ya’s head spin.