novelraw Chapter 368 - 361: Whose Scheme? (Part 8)
Chapter 368 - 361: Whose Scheme? (Part 8)
Actually, Bai Yiran is quite fortunate. Although the custom-made gown was snatched away by Luna, when she arrived at the designer’s studio, the designer happened to have a newly completed dress in hand, which was her main piece for the Paris Fashion Week.
A tight-fitting light blue trailing chiffon dress adorned with thousands of water diamonds cascading from the chest, forming wave patterns. With every step Bai Yiran took, the hem of the dress swayed with her movement, and the diamonds sparkled brilliantly against the lighting.
Bai Yiran wore light makeup, with her hair naturally flowing down. She really didn’t have time to style her hair and makeup, yet unknowingly, her natural simplicity was her most beautiful look.
So much so that the gentlemen present couldn’t take their eyes off her in that moment, and the reporters at the door flashed their cameras at Bai Yiran.
Luna stood beside Leng Liewei, looking at the dress she had snatched from Bai Yiran. Though it was excellent, when compared to the other dress, it immediately fell short.
At the very least, this dress didn’t have water diamonds, nor a flowing hem. However, Luna never realized she didn’t have Bai Yiran’s looks either.
The French couple in front were stunned by Bai Yiran, and promptly expressed their admiration for her in French without reservation.
Qi Hui chuckled, thinking this woman was bound to embarrass herself. She wanted to see what the real wife of the president of Huamei International was capable of. Did she think wearing pretty clothes and being pretty was enough? Anyway, the reporters’ interest was completely piqued by Bai Yiran; now let’s see how she embarrasses herself.
Leng Liewei stared intently at Bai Yiran, wondering if this woman was here to challenge him with such grandiosity.
But perhaps they all forgot or didn’t realize that Bai Yiran studied languages in college; she is fluent in English and French.
Faced with the French couple’s praises, Bai Yiran elegantly thanked them in perfectly pronounced French.
Upon hearing their native language, the French couple’s previous displeasure vanished in an instant, and they finally cracked a smile as they had been lingering at the door prepared to leave.
Leng Liewei looked at Bai Yiran in surprise, witnessing her flawless pronunciation, elegant demeanor, proud smile, and appropriate volume while hosting the French friends. Without a doubt, this level of social etiquette was well above the standard threshold. Bai Yiran even controlled how many teeth should show when she smiled; the tone and speed of her speech were so well balanced that it was pleasant to hear, yet every word was clear.
Qi Hui stood in place, watching as Bai Yiran instantly stole all her thunder, standing confidently in front of the reporters, conversing eloquently with the French guests, with almost all the camera flashes focused on her.
Leng Yichen watched with satisfaction as his little girl stole the spotlight, smiling as he walked forward, wrapping his arm around Bai Yiran’s waist, and spoke fluent French.
Qi Hui and Leng Liewei froze in shock, realizing that Leng Yichen could speak French. So why hadn’t he spoken up earlier in such an awkward situation, instead standing there as an outsider, watching Qi Hui’s anxiety and Leng Liewei’s anger?
Qi Hui felt like a joke at that moment. The people who had just expressed their honor and respect toward her now saw Leng Yichen dotingly standing beside Bai Yiran, wrapping his arm around her waist, and immediately realized that she was, in fact, the real President’s wife, the one truly entitled to enjoy the respect.
In the midst of the conversation, Bai Yiran glanced over at Qi Hui, and the information in her gaze was something only Qi Hui could understand.