Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

Of course, even after all the models came on stage, no one from inside came out.

Fenglan didn't even attend the opening ceremony.

This is the first time in history that a show has not even featured a designer.

The audience was puzzled and wondered what had happened, until all the lights in the show suddenly dimmed and seemed to stop abruptly.

Then everyone heard footsteps, one after another, gradually becoming clearer in the absolute silence, yet sounding somewhat ethereal due to the echo.

A foot wearing a gilded high heel stepped out.

Shoes made of gold have absolutely no softness and are impossible to walk in, but these shoes, under the refraction of light, clearly reveal their material.

A beam of light chases after this shoe, and also after this exception.

At Fenglan's fashion shows, there has never been a solo performance.

Those extremely luxurious shoes, with gold as the base and gemstones as the sole, were adorned with rubies, turquoise, padparadscha, pearls, and other jewels of all sizes, set in a casual and nonchalant manner.

Everyone present had good judgment.

Under that beam of light, all that could be seen were the expensive gemstones, their alluring shimmering reflections refracted on the surface of the shoes.

Then came the fair feet, covered by the shoes. The shoes perfectly accentuated the smooth, beautifully shaped feet, and the skin was as white and lustrous as cream.

As you walk, your ankles contract and stretch their ligaments, creating a slender yet powerful look.

A delicate anklet with two rubies on a gold chain hung casually on her, gently kissing that small patch of skin as she walked.

Everyone who saw these feet had only one feeling at first glance.

Gold, jewels, power.

Is this look that of a luxurious princess?

No, the lights suddenly came on, and everyone could see the girl emerging from the darkness.

Her face was indifferent, her purple eyes seemed to hold nothing, yet also seemed to desire everything, as she quietly looked ahead, towards the journey to the future.

Wearing a crown and standing tall, she needed no extra accessories; her luxurious and magnificent long dress was enough to proclaim her status.

It was an imperial gown, but it was different from the traditional coronation dress.

The upper body is an elaborate multi-layered suit, with a lace shirt with slightly puffed sleeves, an expensive vest that combines silk and leather, and gemstone decorations at every part of the collar. The shoulders are decorated with epaulets with gold tassels, imitating the uniforms of foreign heads of state.

The skirt has an irregular gradient, starting short above the knee and gradually lengthening until it trails on the ground, gradually revealing itself as the girl walks.

The intricate skirt has many layers, each with a different pattern, but when layered together, they eventually form a single design.

The intertwining gold and silver threads form an endless starry sky where stars twinkle.

She is like a noble and proud goddess, or a queen of power and desire.

She walked step by step to the front of the stage, as if being crowned.

"I rely on..."

Wang Feiyan stared in disbelief at the ultra-high-definition video in the live stream, and tremblingly tugged at Jiang Ran's sleeve, "Look, Lao Jiang, look at Xiao Tangtang's aura!"

"Brother Wang, Brother Jiang, what are you looking at?"

The karaoke room was a bit noisy. A few rich kids who were drinking and playing dice saw Wang Feiyan mysteriously hooking his arm around Jiang Ran's shoulder and then handing him his phone, and they were shocked.

Hou Ziheng, curious, leaned closer and grinned as he peered in.

His family background was not as prominent as the other two, but he was the closest to Jiang Ran among this group of second-generation elites because his father, Hou Ziheng, was a soldier under Jiang Ran's father.

Although Jiang Ran didn't have a good relationship with his family, especially with his father, Hou Ziheng had at least grown up in the same compound, so their relationship was closer than that of other second-generation members. Other second-generation members usually treated Jiang Ran with more respect and flattery.

Hou Ziheng peeked over, and Wang Feiyan didn't stop him. After all, Tang Tang would be studying at A University soon, and he would definitely bring Tang Tang into his and Jiang Ran's little circle.

It's good to leave an impression now. All the second-generation rich kids in this KTV room, regardless of gender, at least have decent family backgrounds and character.

Seeing that Wang Feiyan didn't object, Hou Ziheng grinned and actually leaned closer to take a look.

"Wow, is this a celebrity or a model? She's really..." He clicked his tongue, "Beautiful, it's rare to see someone so genuinely beautiful."

In the second-generation elite circles, there are many promiscuous people, many of whom have mistresses who are minor celebrities or internet influencers, and most of them have already seen a lot of beautiful people.

Tang Tang's beauty is truly unique, not only because of her porcelain-like skin and delicate, clever appearance, but also because of the calm and noble smile in her eyes.

Beautiful is a word to describe her, but it goes beyond just physical beauty; it also encompasses her vibrant vitality and desire for power.

"A celebrity?" Wang Feiyan shook his head, putting his arm around Hou Ziheng's neck. "This is your brother Jiang and my sister. By seniority, you should call her 'sister,' understand?"

Hou Ziheng looked at Jiang Ran, who was drinking by himself, with a bewildered expression. Jiang Ran raised an eyebrow and gave him a look of affirmation.

"No, brother, it's not that I have a problem with the generational hierarchy, it's just that the beautiful lady doesn't look that old, so why am I such a big brother? It makes her sound old."

Wang Feiyan shrugged. "I don't care about that. She'll be back in China in a few days. I'll introduce her to you then. Let me tell you, she's my and Lao Jiang's sister. We're not blood-related, but closer than blood. We're quite close. Be smart."

But that's another story. In the short half hour that Tang Tang appeared, Italian news websites and radio stations had already received a response from the Godfather.

Although countless photographers' flashes went off wildly from Tang Tang's appearance on the red carpet to her later appearance on the runway, not a single photo of her was leaked.

Everyone living and working in Italy is quite cautious and wary of the Italian Mafia.

Therefore, after the photographer sent the photos over, the local media stopped taking pictures of Tang Tang, and the management department then personally contacted the Newman family.

Other uninformed media outlets also had their uploaded photos rejected during the final review process. Without the approval of the living family, not a single photo or news item about Tang Tang was successfully published.

The moment she finally received the Godfather's approval, news of this mysterious girl with "crystal-like captivating purple eyes" who suddenly appeared at the Maple Leaf Show spread like wildfire across all Italian social media platforms.

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