"Grandma!"
Suddenly, a clear and sweet voice rang out, as Luo Hongying, with the graceful steps of a lady, approached in an easy and elegant manner characteristic of a well-bred young lady from a prominent family.
She plunged directly into Old Madam Moh's arms, hugging her arm sweetly and coquettishly, her smile adorable and winsome, instantly charming the old lady into a happy mood.
Luo Qiangwei silently sneered to herself. Luo Hongying truly knew how to make an entrance, but her innocent face and the ladylike demeanor she had cultivated since childhood indeed earned her a lot of points. Add to that her sweet-talk and ability to cajole people... no wonder everyone liked her.
A veritable white lotus of the Milky Way caliber.
It seemed her tragic death in her previous life wasn't solely the fault of others, it was also because she was too naive and simple-minded, not knowing how to protect herself or fight back.
Old Madam Luo immediately asked sharply, "Hongying, why is your dress the same as Qiangwei's?"
Upon hearing this, everyone looked over, and whispers of gossip followed.
"Oh my, how did she end up wearing the same outfit as the bride?"
"It must be Luo Qiangwei copying Luo Hongying, after all, Young Master Moh likes this style..."
"Right, Luo Qiangwei has always been desperately imitating her. She buys exactly the same clothes as Luo Hongying, tut-tut, and doesn't even consider that this is a wedding..."
Luo Hongying lifted her head upon hearing this, as if she had just noticed Luo Qiangwei, and expressed surprise with widened eyes, "Oh my, cousin, your dress is the same as mine... Did Granny give it to you too?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, girl," Old Madam Moh affectionately patted her hand, "This dress was personally designed by Master Edward. There's only one in the world, where could I find another one to give to your cousin?"
With those words, the situation became very clear—although Luo Qiangwei was the granddaughter-in-law of the Moh Family, it was obviously Luo Hongying who was favored.
The scorn in the eyes of the onlookers intensified, and the friends who were close to Luo Hongying spoke up with slightly raised voices, "Surely Luo Qiangwei is just jealous of Hongying, so she went and got one exactly the same..."
The crowd burst into laughter, and the satisfied smile spread across Luo Hongying's pretty face, though she maintained her composure, "Don't say that, my cousin meant no harm."
"I am envious," Luo Qiangwei said with a faint smile, her expression calm and serene, "It must be nice to have two grandmothers who adore you so much."
And to be loved by a man.
But she wasn't so fortunate. She could only love herself even more.
Luo Hongying's smile at the corner of her mouth stiffened slightly, unable to believe that Luo Qiangwei wasn't throwing a tantrum this time?!
How could that be possible...
She looked at Luo Qiangwei's beautiful big eyes, which still sparkled as always, but for some reason, they seemed to be missing something and yet had gained something else.
Still flamboyant, yet no longer ostentatious;
Still gorgeous, yet no longer dazzling.
For a moment, she found her usually straightforward cousin somewhat inscrutable.
She didn't believe that Qiangwei could hold her temper for long...
With that thought, Luo Hongying poured a glass of wine and walked over to Luo Qiangwei, smiling sweetly, "Cousin, I toast to you, congratulations on your marriage to Shiche."
Luo Qiangwei walked over to take the glass.
In that instant, Luo Hongying suddenly stretched out her foot, intending to trip her—
But unexpectedly, Luo Qiangwei, as if foreseeing it, dodged and stepped directly onto her instep!
Luo Hongying retreated sharply in pain, intending to make a scene, but she moved too quickly, and the strap of her bandeau gown suddenly burst open, causing the whole garment to slide down, revealing her pale body covered only by pasties and underwear...