Tycoon's Fake Wife

However, upon seeing the pink evening dress that the woman handed over, she couldn't help but frown involuntarily.

"Dressed in black like this, is it really okay to wear pink? Besides, with a bright red flower prominently displayed, it simply screams tacky."

"Auntie, aren't you being a bit too careless? After all, the Chu Family took a fancy to Tang Qingyue. The invitation for the whole family to come over is just for the sake of the young lady's face. You make it sound so grand, and still, you spare no effort in making her look as ugly as possible!"

Mu Yin felt another wave of disorder, but she still had to act overjoyed, obediently agreeing, "Okay, madam."

He Shiyun, seeing her submissive like a harmless little rabbit, finally left contentedly, her high heels clicking gracefully as she went.

Mu Yin sneaked up to close the door, only to hear a quarrel outside.

"Mom, are you really letting this ugly freak attend the Chu Family's banquet? Who's your real daughter after all?" Tang Yawu couldn't hold back her grievances at the top of the stairs, her voice filled with resentment.

"Shut up, you good-for-nothing," He Shiyun scolded softly, yanking her over and cautiously looking around before whispering, "Didn't you say she's ugly? The second young master of the Chu Family has always been indifferent to women; numerous ladies of high society couldn't catch his eye, and he's not blind—how could he take a liking to her?"

"Moreover, the evening dress I selected for her is pink, with an outdated design that makes her look even darker and more old-fashioned. I'm afraid she'll be chased away before she even steps through the door."

"But still..." Despite this, Tang Yawu couldn't bear it. Why should she be able to parade around with the title of the Chu Family's second young master's fiancée?

From childhood, Tang Yawu got whatever she wanted; everyone in Yangcheng knew the Chu Family's second young master was stunningly talented and unrivaled in beauty—why should that ugly freak take the name of his fiancée?

Even if it was a marriage arranged by their parents, it should be her, the legitimate daughter of the Tang Family, who occupies that position.

Tang Qingyue, this dirt-plain ugly freak, had no right to attend such a banquet.

"No 'buts.' The white swan always needs an ugly duckling for contrast. Come on, mom will make you look your best. My precious girl is the true star of tonight, bound to dazzle the entire room..." He Shiyun hurriedly pulled her away.

Mu Yin watched them leave, her gentle lips slowly curving into an indifferent smile.

So this was their game, hoping for something quite delusional!

She not only had to prevent Chu Junyan from getting a chance to drive her away, but she also had to find every way to stay in the Chu Family's good graces...

Otherwise, wouldn't all her efforts be in vain?

As the head of the Tang Family, Tang Guofu obviously wouldn't miss such an opportunity to please the Chu Family; he had returned home early to get ready, but upon seeing Mu Yin coming out dressed in a dowdy dress, looking as dark as a piece of coal, the flicker of guilt in his eyes quickly turned into overt disgust.

If the Chu Family hadn't brought her up, he wouldn't have remembered or wanted to think about having such a daughter.

Compared to his eldest daughter, Tang Yawu, who was fully dressed and on whom he pinned high hopes, Mu Yin was just an ugly duckling, no, simply too disgraceful to be seen.

Mu Yin didn't care, after all, he wasn't her real dad—there was no need to take it to heart.

The Chu Family's villa was located in the prime area of Yangcheng, nestling against mountains and waters, with an area of over a thousand acres that included a golf course. In such a time when land was gold, most people could only look up to it.

As soon as the Tang Family's car entered the gate, Mu Yin began to look around seriously; sure enough, security was tight, with guards stationed every few steps and expressionless black-clad bodyguards everywhere.