NOVEL WEB Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Might Not Make It to That Day
That level of exposure... was akin to being completely nude.
Every pair of eyes in the room was glued to the scene!
You see, Luo Hongying had always prided herself on being Jiangcheng's most distinguished socialite. She carried herself with grace in any setting, never making a single misstep, and as the entertainment industry's "Smiling Goddess," she naturally set the standard for all women to aspire to.
What she took the most pride in was her impeccably spotless life trajectory.
In contrast, Luo Qiangwei's life seemed much more reprehensible. She was unreasonable, impulsive with a bad temper, and from a young age, her sole focus had been to pursue Moh Shiche. She had used almost every trick in the book—clinging to him shamelessly, even threatening any woman who came close to him...
And today, Luo Hongying, who had always been seen as goddess-like, had suffered such a monumental disgrace in public, utterly destroying the perfect image she had worked so hard to maintain!
This incident was bound to shock the entertainment circle and cause significant damage to Luo Hongying's reputation...
"Ah!"
Luo Hongying let out a scream and quickly squatted down. The gown that should have been falling off Luo Qiangwei, how could it have...
Suddenly, it dawned on her, and she lifted her head sharply to glare at Luo Qiangwei, "It was you..."
"Me?" Luo Qiangwei's brows knit together, seemingly baffled as she retorted, "What do you mean 'me'? Isn't this the dress Grandma gave you? How did it just tear apart like that so suddenly?"
After a pause, she widened her eyes, stuttering with disbelief, "Are you suggesting... that I conspired with Grandma on purpose?"
Her words not only aligned her with Old Madam Moh but also insinuated that Luo Hongying was now suspecting Old Madam Moh...
Luo Hongying stared at Luo Qiangwei in shock, not expecting such a logical and coherent argument to come from her. She nearly blurted out impulsively, "It should have been..."
"Enough!" Old Madam Moh interrupted, her face bearing an awkward embarrassment and with a note of displeasure said, "What kind of behavior is this at a wedding? Perhaps it was accidentally damaged during transportation. Go and change your clothes; you can't be seen like this!"
Luo Hongying bit her lower lip hard but sensibly chose not to continue the argument. A cloak was quickly brought over to cover her, and she was led to the dressing room.
Everyone present was shocked and looked askance at the distressed figure of Luo Hongying...
But Luo Qiangwei's obnoxious character had made her quite a few enemies in Jiangcheng, and someone who disliked her soon spoke up, "Second Miss Luo is truly pitiful. The bride, as her sister, is just watching this happen. Couldn't be that you're jealous and envious, so you reverted to your old ways... and caused trouble on purpose, right?"
Digging up her past.
Dammit, taking advantage of her lack of popularity.
Luo Qiangwei's brows furrowed instantly, but before she could retort, a deep and magnetic voice suddenly rang out—
"You also said she's the bride,"
Moh Shiche, in a black, handmade suit, strode over. His tall figure came to a stand beside Luo Qiangwei, and he turned his gaze toward the person who had just spoken. His handsome face was inscrutable as he said, "So, isn't it inappropriate to talk about my bride at my wedding?"
At his words, the surrounding area fell silent all at once, and those who had been looking at Luo Qiangwei with displeasure now also kept their mouths shut.
Luo Qiangwei, upon hearing this, was also somewhat surprised and looked at him. But then she smiled, her lips curving in understanding.
A man's pride cannot be trampled on—especially not at an occasion like this, and certainly not a man like Moh Shiche, who was both cold and profound.