novelraw Chapter 1359 - 265: Hierarchies and Making a Mountain Out of a Molehill (Part 1)
Chapter 1359 - 265: Hierarchies and Making a Mountain Out of a Molehill (Part 1)
Back then, when she married Ruan Wencheng, the richest man in Hong Kong, their lavish wedding took the world by storm, and everyone envied this woman’s good fortune. After the wedding, she stopped writing, content to stay home and support her husband and raise their children. However, scandals and gossip have never been absent from wealthy families. Her husband—Ruan Wencheng, the richest man in Hong Kong—played the role of a debonair playboy and domineering CEO to perfection. Their union was legendary at the time, yet even deep emotions couldn’t withstand the temptations of the world. In just the third year of their marriage, a year after the birth of their eldest son, Ruan Songxi, Ruan Wencheng was caught by Hong Kong paparazzi spending the night at a hotel with a starlet, confirming his infidelity. Various rumors followed, and the number of actresses and models he was linked to was countless. Later, even an illegitimate child scandal broke out. Yet, Zhuang Fanxing, who was at the center of the storm, remained as calm as ever.
Zhuang Fanxing has kept a low profile all these years. Even when the media occasionally captures her image, she is always composed and unflustered. Her husband’s infidelity and betrayal did not leave her ravaged and resentful, as people might imagine. She was never self-pitying. Her makeup was always flawless, her attire immaculate, living exquisitely and effortlessly.
Just as she wrote in her books, life isn’t only about love. When a person discovers betrayal, the correct response isn’t to wail and wallow in self-pity, but to stand tall, maintaining a graceful and appropriate smile, preventing those who laugh at you from getting their way. Enemies lurk in the shadows, observing your every move, and once you show a hint of weakness, they will swarm on you like loathsome ants, infesting your entire being until you are completely devoured.
The independence of women she advocated once influenced generations of women. To this day, those who are heartbroken or divorced still hold her books as life bibles. By setting herself as an example, she told all the women trapped in the fortress of love that love isn’t all there is to life. Once you step out of love, you’ll find many beautiful things await you in the world beyond.
A woman walked in first through the door; she was wearing a very simple cotton dress. She was tall, slender, with long hair pinned into a bun at the back, and a peach wood hairpin inserted sideways. Her skin was very fair, with fine eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, possessing the soft, misty beauty of Jiangnan rain. Upon closer inspection, she wasn’t particularly stunning, yet her every gesture carried elegance and composure, making her seem strikingly radiant. Her posture was always upright, her eyes forever bright and clear, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was always gentle and soft, like a spring breeze melting the snow, stirring infinite tenderness in one’s heart.
There is a certain kind of woman who has elegance etched into her bones; Zhuang Fanxing is such a woman.
Liu Cuiying stared blankly at this woman, lost in thought, as she passed by without giving her a single glance. It wasn’t arrogance, disregarding all others; it was serene indifference.
Liu Cuiying swallowed back the words "Lady Ruan" she was about to utter, feeling somewhat sheepish at heart. In the face of such a woman with integrity, she instinctively felt a bit inferior.
Behind the woman, a young man followed. He was dressed in a peach-pink suit, a flamboyant color carried off impeccably by him. Mature and handsome yet exuding an enigmatic allure and sex appeal, making him appear utterly captivating.
Behind the young man came an assistant lugging big bags and small, neither sparingly glanced at Liu Cuiying and Shao Rongrong. Liu Cuiying clenched her fist; he must be incredibly wealthy, being the heir to Hong Kong’s richest family....
Liu Cuiying glanced back, as the family reunited, the old matriarch held her and cried, while the woman gently patted the old matriarch’s shoulder, softly comforting her, creating such a touching scene.
"Mom, who is this woman...." Shao Rongrong curiously asked.
Liu Cuiying turned to leave: "The Ruan Family of Hong Kong, that woman is the matriarch of the Ruan Family, and that young man is the Ruan Family heir."
Shao Rongrong obviously had heard of the Ruan Family. She covered her mouth in surprise: "Oh my, it’s really them."
They seemed so distant, like they existed in another world altogether, giving Shao Rongrong an extremely unreal feeling.
Exiting the Zhuang Family’s door, Shao Rongrong remembered the purpose of her visit, and couldn’t help but angrily remark: "Mom, why didn’t you tell me he had a fiancée earlier? If I had known, I wouldn’t have come and made such a fool of myself." Even now, her face felt sore.
Liu Cuiying glared at her: "How would I know." She had targeted Yan Song specifically, timing her visit for when he would be there. Who’d have thought he was already engaged? The pain in Liu Cuiying’s heart was relentless, letting a perfect son-in-law slip away just like that.