From an abandoned girl to a wealthy lady

Chapter 8 The Eve of the Banquet: Accumulation of Power

Wen Nuan took the list, flipped through it casually, and her expression changed slightly.

My goodness, every name on this list is very dazzling. They are either business tycoons or political figures. Picking any one of them at random can shake City A three times with just a stomp of his feet.

This isn't a family banquet; it's clearly a large-scale show-off!

Wen Nuan suddenly felt a huge pressure, and her mind began to replay various embarrassing scenes: falling on the red carpet, spilling red wine on a noble lady, calling an important person by the wrong title...

No, no, I can’t think about it anymore. The more I think about it, the more panicked I get!

Just as she was feeling anxious, a kind voice rang out: "Madam, try my newly made pastries. They will help relieve stress." Wen Nuan looked up and saw that it was Chef Sun from the Mo family, holding a plate of exquisite pastries in his hand.

"Thank you, Chef Sun." Wen Nuan picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. It was soft, sweet, and melted in her mouth. It really made her feel a lot more relaxed.

"Don't worry, Madam. Just relax at tonight's banquet. The young master will take care of everything." Chef Sun said with a smile, his tone full of warmth and kindness.

"Yeah." Wen Nuan nodded, feeling a little relieved.

Chef Sun handed her another cup of warm milk: "Drink some milk and have a good sleep, so you can be refreshed at night."

Wen Nuan took the milk, her heart warming. It seemed that the Mo family wasn't all cold and calculating.

After drinking the milk, Wen Nuan was about to go back to her room to rest when suddenly, Mo Han pushed the door open and walked in...

Mo Han walked straight to Wen Nuan with a document in his hand, and said with a hint of teasing, "What, are you nervous?"

Wen Nuan subconsciously clenched the empty cup in her hand and said stubbornly, "Who...who is nervous! I'm just thinking about life!"

Mo Han raised an eyebrow and handed her the document: "Thinking about life? Why not think about which dress to wear tonight first."

Wen Nuan took the document and opened it. Inside was a set of design drawings for a banquet dress. Each one was so gorgeous and exquisite that she was dazzled.

"These... are all prepared for me?" Wen Nuan was a little unbelievable.

"Of course," Mo Han chuckled, "My contracted girlfriend can't embarrass me, right?" Although it was a joke, Wen Nuan felt that Mo Han valued her.

In the next few days, Wen Nuan felt like she had entered a devilish training camp.

A professional image designer transformed her from head to toe, providing comprehensive guidance on everything from makeup to hairstyle, from demeanor to conversation.

The etiquette teacher tortured her to death, and all the complicated etiquette rules made her dizzy.

But Wen Nuan did not give up. She gritted her teeth and practiced over and over again, like a sponge, desperately absorbing new knowledge.

She knew that this was her chance to change her destiny and she couldn't lose!

Mo Han turned into a warm and exclusive sparring partner, accompanying her in practicing walking, dancing, talking, and even guiding her in every detail of table manners.

Although he said that it was to prevent Wen Nuan from embarrassing him, the tenderness and encouragement in his eyes made Wen Nuan feel his sincere care.

"Relax your shoulders, smile more naturally, and don't be like a robot." Mo Han stood behind Wen Nuan, gently adjusting her posture.

Wen Nuan took a deep breath and tried to relax herself.

The two of them were very close, and the faint scent of ancient sandalwood on Mo Han lingered on her warm nose, making her heart beat faster.

"Very good, that's it." There was a hint of appreciation in Mo Han's tone.

Wen Nuan raised her head and met Mo Han's deep gaze, and a strange feeling surged in her heart.

At this moment, Butler Liu walked in with an exquisite box in his hand: "Master, this is the necklace that the old lady specially prepared for the young mistress."

Mo Han took the box and opened it. Inside was a dazzling diamond necklace, shining charmingly under the light.

He picked up the necklace, walked behind Wen Nuan, and gently put it on her.

"Very beautiful." Mo Han's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

Wen Nuan looked at herself in the mirror. The gorgeous dress, exquisite makeup, and dazzling necklace made her seem like a different person.

Mo Han stood behind her, her figure reflected in his eyes, as if he owned the whole world.

"Okay, let's stop here for today's training." Mo Han suddenly said, with a hint of ambiguous meaning in his tone, "Tonight... there is more important training."

Wen Nuan's progress was as fast as a rocket launch. After a few days of devilish training, she was reborn, from a slightly rustic girl into an elegant and charming goddess.

She walks with grace, speaks gracefully, and even uses the knife and fork on the table smoothly. She is simply a walking "textbook of elegance".

When Butler Liu saw this, his eyes widened like bells. It took him a long time to utter, "Young Madam, are you...are you...cheating?"

Wen Nuan smiled sweetly: "Butler Liu, you are too kind. I just know a little bit." Inner monologue: Keep a low profile, just basic operation.

However, just when everything seemed perfect, an accident happened.

When Wen Nuan was in the dressing room preparing to change into her battle suit for tonight - the sparkling and dazzling dress that Mo Han had specially chosen for her, she discovered that the hem of the dress had been maliciously cut, leaving a big hole that seemed to mock her efforts.

"Oh my god! Which little bad guy dares to touch my skirt!" Wen Nuan roared in her heart, but remained calm on the surface.

Panic?

nonexistent!

How could such a small thing stump her, a new generation of people in the 21st century?

She suddenly had an idea and ran to the fabric warehouse in the Mo family mansion. She rummaged through the drawers and found a piece of silk that was similar in color to the dress. She also picked out a few sparkling pearls from the jewelry box.

With her amazing handcraft skills - she used to make pocket money by making her own mobile phone cases - she quickly repaired the damaged parts and added some unique designs to make the already gorgeous dress even more dazzling.

"Hmph, you want to mess with me? Your level is too low!" Wen Nuan gave herself in the mirror a confident smile.

Everything was ready. Wen Nuan took a deep breath and was about to step into the banquet hall. The dazzling crystal chandelier seemed to be flashing the light of the upcoming challenge in her eyes.

Tonight, she not only has to appear as Mo Han's female companion, but also has to make those who once looked down on her take notice of her.

She gently smoothed the carefully repaired marks on the dress, which was not only a piece of clothing, but also her silent counterattack against malicious provocation.

"Hmph, you little brats, you're still too young to fight with me!" Wen Nuan's lips curled up with a confident arc, full of inner drama.

The result of the devilish training these days has made her look brand new from the inside out, and she exudes charming charm in every move.

She is no longer the soft persimmon that was bullied by others. Now she is Niuhulu Wen Nuan!

Just as she was about to push open the door of the banquet hall, a low voice came from behind her: "Wait." Wen Nuan was slightly stunned and looked back. It was Mo Han.

His well-tailored suit made his slender figure and outstanding temperament stand out.

Mo Han walked up to Wen Nuan, his deep gaze lingering on her for a moment, a meaningful smile curling up at the corner of his mouth: "Are you ready?"

Wen Nuan raised her eyebrows and smiled confidently: "Of course, I can't wait to see whose face will be swollen tonight." Mo Han chuckled, stretched out his arm, and motioned Wen Nuan to hold him.

"Then let's go, my...little fox."

Wen Nuan gracefully took Mo Han's arm, and the two walked towards the banquet hall door side by side.

Just as they were about to step into the hall, Mo Han suddenly stopped, leaned over and whispered in Wen Nuan's ear...