Unfortunately, Jiang Mianmian was hardly aware of her fashion crime, and did not realize that her half-sibling was seething with anger over their identical outfit. In comparison, the outfit made her look much more fabulous than her younger sister despite the latter's efforts in tailoring it to her figure.
A group of rich ladies who had been fluttering around Li Shengyuan was sharp-eyed enough to see the fashion fiasco and exclaimed, "Who is this missy…? Why is she wearing an identical gown as Miss Jiang Li?"
The younger sister suppressed her fury and tried to put on an understanding smile instead. "This is my older sister, the eldest daughter in the presidential palace," she gently explained.
Their faces slowly sank once the introduction was over.
The one who made the comment earlier quickly realized her mistake and tried to make amends. Clinging to Mrs. President's arm, she started to criticize the older girl. "I must be stupid not to be able to tell the difference! Please don't take it to heart, Your Excellency! What I wanted to say was that Miss. Jiang Li looks so elegant in this gown, yet the same gown can look so crude on someone else…"
A few other mistresses standing around them began to agree in unison.
"So she's the number one rogue socialite in Jincheng! Why is she dressed so crassly on such an important occasion? A kid without parents will turn out to be so undisciplined."
"Agreed. Is she fit to appear here in the first place? Madam, I think the sentry guards must be slacking off to have allowed her to enter."
So the older girl was relentlessly criticized by this bunch of rich mistresses as they checked her out condescendingly.
With a dry cough, Li Shengyuan chirped, "Well, no matter what, Mianmian is still the President's eldest daughter. She has enjoyed his favor since young."
As she spoke, she went to hold Jiang Mianmian's hand with a smile. "Mianmian, your father is talking to a few cabinet ministers right now and will join us later. Are you hungry? How about having some desserts first?"
The girl was very much tickled by her hypocrisy.
Sweeping her stepmother's hand away, she retorted, "Stepmom, I was hungry just now, but after watching your hypocritical face… I was suddenly left with no appetite. Hehe! Don't you find it strange?"
The woman's face slowly turned angry while the women standing beside her looked on with embarrassment.
One of them reprimanded the girl with a frown. "This wild thing is here to pick a fight. A girl of a woman with a lowly status can get nowhere, indeed! Madam, why don't you get her to leave before the party starts? Look, she has purposely worn the same outfit as Miss. Jiang Li so to cause…"
She was rudely interrupted by Jiang Mianmian's cold snigger. "Dear aunty, I swear, this gown was randomly picked by me. Stepmother, I think you're to be blamed for this. You've nourished her with all kinds of tonic since young, but where are the curves where she ought to have?"
Her younger sister subconsciously dipped her head in shame.
Although she was pretty and elegant, her figure was… just too plain when compared to Jiang Mianmian's voluptuous body.
The older girl was about to leave, though. In any case, the birthday present was delivered and she had done her part and it was meaningless to stay on.
She was about to turn to go when Jiang Li caught hold of her arm abruptly. "Sis, don't be angry. For the sake of our father…"
As the young girl tugged at her sister's arm, she took this chance to dig her long, sharp nails into the latter's epidermis.
Mianmian instinctively pulled her arm away to see her sister being flung aside like a piece of cotton. The champagne glass in her hand fell to the ground with a loud splatter as well.
The young girl cried out harshly, "Sis…"
The commotion attracted the stares of many guests.
The older girl's face turned taut and tense by then. She was in no mood to play along with this mother-daughter pair.
Rolling her eyes, she lifted her leg impatiently only to be sabotaged in the next split second…
With a loud PONG, the guests witnessed the lovely lady smash onto the fragments of the broken wine glass on the floor, as somebody discreetly extended her foot to trip her.