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

For a moment, all that could be heard were suppressed gasps and the incessant clicking of camera shutters.

"Purple eyes, those are purple eyes, am I seeing things?"

How familiar and beautiful those purple pupils are!

Especially when the girl with purple eyes got out of a car bearing the Newman family crest.

There was absolutely no possibility of misunderstanding; in the minds of almost everyone who knew the Newman family, the girl's status was already established.

This is the new heir who swept across Italy the moment the news broke, the princess the old Godfather spoke of who had been living among the common people.

Photographers jostled and pushed forward, hoping to capture the clearest possible image of the Newkman princess.

In fact, setting aside that purpose, this young girl is also a favorite of all photographers.

So all the passing celebrities could see was that when this girl appeared, all the photographers went crazy and pointed their cameras at her, ignoring everyone else.

Tang Tang didn't take long. In fact, she simply smiled and nodded slightly to the photographers around her before leaving on the red carpet, escorted by David and Tang Rou.

"Is she mixed race? Holy crap, she's so beautiful, she's got a death wish."

Song Qingqing, who had rushed to catch up, stared wide-eyed at Tang Tang's dashing entrance. She glanced at David's large chest muscles under his suit, then at Tang Rou's gentle smile, and finally stared blankly at Tang Tang's clear yet reserved and noble purple eyes.

"But she has black hair and looks very Chinese. Is she really not Chinese? Maybe her eyes are just a cosmetic procedure?"

Song Qingqing's agent looked helplessly at the live broadcast camera not far away, speechless with despair.

Meanwhile, in the domestic live stream rooms, the chat was already filled with wild laughter.

I've always suspected that Song Qingqing isn't straight... Look at how she's looking at that girl, she's practically drooling.

[The one mentioned earlier, Qingqing has the same expression when she sees a handsome guy's abs, she's just so innocent!]

You are the true fan.

Who was that beautiful woman who just came down? She looks so young! My goodness, her face is so smooth and full of collagen!

I agree, and the outfit is so casual... it seems a bit too casual.

Um, what exactly were you trying to say earlier?

Isn't this a bit too casual and impolite? Everyone else on the red carpet wears formal gowns, and she's wearing sportswear?

[And this is Fenglan's grand fashion show! Who is this person who dares to walk the first step?]

Um, is this a real Chinese face? Those eyes look so fake!

[Are you crazy? Do you even know how much that girl's car cost? The entire convoy wouldn't be worth two billion.]

[That's an understatement. The Rolls-Royce in the middle isn't repainted; it's the original factory silver-white body. It's not a matter of money.]

[Didn't you all miss that family crest? I'm speechless, that's the crest of the Italian Neukmann family!!]

What is this? Forgive me, I'm just a country bumpkin, I really don't know.

[Seriously, go search for this family on Bilibili, you'll find their introduction.]

[…After watching it and coming back, all I can say is awesome!]

[Awesome, but this girl looks definitely Chinese, right? Or is she mixed race?]

Why does this girl look so familiar?

Not all the comments were friendly. In China, live streams are usually either for people to watch the show or for fans of various celebrities to watch their idols.

Tang Tang, someone who has never appeared in the domestic entertainment industry and seems to be unknown internationally, suddenly overshadowed a group of superstars and was the first to walk the red carpet, which inevitably raised questions.

Fortunately, Song Qingqing's fans are quite supportive. They know what their idol is like, and she's a very curious and lecherous person. So, like their idol, Song Qingqing's fans are probably the most laid-back fans in the Chinese entertainment industry. They are very tolerant of good-looking people, regardless of gender.

At this point, noticing something amiss with the comments, people started spamming them.

That's enough. Didn't you see the photographer was chasing after that girl to take pictures?

[Haha, the sour smell is overwhelming, and the organizers haven't said anything.]

[I don't care if I'm a sucker for good looks, this girl is so pretty! *sigh*]

So, is she a socialite from some Italian family?

I don't know, but those cars and the bodyguards around her looked pretty impressive.

Tang Tang didn't care about any of that. At that moment, she was speechless at the sight of a man who was blocking her way and constantly frowning as he scolded her.

She told Fenglan in advance that he didn't need to come out to pick her up. After all, as far as she knew, no matter how meticulously the event was arranged, it would always end up in chaos because of the large number of people and the fast pace.

At this point, it's best to let Fenglan stay at the show to keep things in order.

Holding the cue card Feng Lan had sent her, and with her incredibly long legs and delicate, pretty face—though not the tallest among the foreign models—she walked smoothly backstage without any obstacles.

However, since the backstage area was also a key part of the fashion show, and almost all of them were female models changing clothes, Tang Tang instructed Tang Rou and David to wait for her in the dressing room outside.

She hadn't expected that as soon as she stepped inside, a tall, thin man dressed in brightly colored clothes with painted nails would walk towards her with cat-like steps. His narrow eyes sized Tang Tang up and down before he arrogantly accused her, "We've almost finished changing backstage, why are you so late! Which group of models are you?"

Looking at the long fingernails that were almost touching her forehead, Tang Tang rolled her eyes without saying a word, then raised her hand, grabbed the man's fingers, and twisted them down hard, almost making a crisp cracking sound.

At first, the man just stared blankly as Tang Tang raised her hand without warning, then finally reacted, screaming in pain at the sudden sharp pain in his finger. His eyes were filled with disbelief and fear as he looked at Tang Tang, "Help—let go, let go—!!"

You know what, it squawks like a plucked duck.

The two, who were already somewhat worried about Tang Tang and had been keeping a close eye on the situation, rushed out immediately upon hearing the shouts.

David stared in disbelief as Tang Rou, a gentle and kind woman, suddenly ran past him and kicked open the backstage door in a few steps.

David shivered involuntarily, then quickly ran inside, where he saw the young master of the household, who appeared both noble and lively, casually wiping his hands with a tissue.

"I hate it when people point a finger at me, you know?"

"You...you...security! Security! I need to call the police, there's a disturbance here!"

Tang Rou's gentle, smiling face suddenly turned cold. She stepped forward to shield her young master behind her and stared down at the man who kept shouting.

"You dare cause trouble? You think you're worthy?"