She was rejected because of infertility, but remarried a disabled tycoon and had triplets in one pre

"Of course there's an invitation. These kinds of balls always have invitations. You can't get in without one. The doormen at the hotel are very strict about checking."

These rich people really do stick to the rules no matter what era they live in.

"Sister Chu Yue, could you describe what the invitation looks like? No one is home at my parents' house today, so I'll have to go home and look for it myself."

"My invitation is in the car, I'll go get it for you."

Chu Yue was very enthusiastic and quickly went to get the invitation for Ren Rongzheng. After taking it, she looked it over inside and out, and then returned the invitation to Chu Yue: "Thank you, Chu Yue."

"You're welcome, Sister Rongzheng. The ball has been moved to the daytime. If your husband's driver is unavailable, I'll have him come pick you up."

"Really, no need. Thank you for your kindness, sister, but I'll figure something out myself. See you at the ball then."

"Okay, see you then."

Ren Rongzheng packed the clothes she had bought, got on her bicycle, and bought some small materials before going home to make a fake.

"I'm back from buying clothes."

When Ren Rongzheng returned home, Zhan Beiqin was reading a book in the yard. At first glance, it really gave people the feeling of a handsome man reading in a courtyard, and all things being peaceful and serene.

"Ah."

Zhan Beiqin remained focused on his book, only giving a cold reply without even raising his head.

"I'm so happy with the clothes I bought. They look good even without showing too much skin. I'll wear them now to show you."

As he spoke, Ren Rongzheng went into the room to change his clothes. It was a complete set, including a dress and high heels.

The dress she bought was a form-fitting evening gown similar to a cheongsam, which accentuated her figure. Paired with high heels, not to mention men, even she herself was mesmerized when she looked at herself in the mirror after changing.

After all, she was an ugly duckling in her previous life. After being reborn, her soul transmigrated into such a beautiful body. Even as a loser, she couldn't wait to admire herself ten thousand times a day.

How do I look in this outfit?

After hearing this, Zhan Beiqin looked up at her. His eyes flickered for a moment when he saw her, but it was fleeting. He then lowered his head to read again and simply said, "It's alright."

Well enough?

Ren Rongzheng sneered inwardly. What a dog of a man. His legs are crippled, but he's still so stubborn. He was staring at me intently just now, but in the end, he hypocritically said, "It's alright."

“I think it’s okay too, so I’ll wear this outfit when I go.”

After saying that, Ren Rongzheng quickly changed out of his clothes, then ran to Zhan Beiqin's wheelchair, squatted down, and looked at him, saying:

“I went shopping for clothes today and happened to run into a mine owner’s daughter. She told me that the ball has been moved to daytime.”

"Really? That's great. It'll save you from being a married woman dressed up and going in such a luxurious place late at night, which would only invite gossip."

Ren Rongzheng observed his expression, but couldn't detect even the slightest change in his emotions.

"I won't force you to come to the dance with me, but could you lend me Li Kui and his car?"

"No."

Just know!

"The people who can attend that ball are all rich. They all drive there in cars. I can't possibly ride a bicycle there, can I? Besides, my outfit isn't suitable for riding a bicycle."

"That's your problem, figure it out yourself."

"..."

Ren Rongzheng's silence was to be expected.

"Alright, it's my own choice to go to that ball. It has nothing to do with you. I can't morally blackmail you. I'll figure it out myself. You can continue reading the book. I'm going to cook."

After saying that, Ren Rongzheng went back into the house and went straight into the kitchen to become her beautiful cook.

After the meal was ready, the two sat facing each other. Ren Rongzheng looked at Zhan Beiqin and couldn't help but ask, "How many days of your honeymoon are you taking?"

"What? Am I in your way while I'm on vacation at home?"

What a jerk! He's petty and pretentious!

"No, I was just asking out of concern. If you don't want to answer, that's fine."

"Seven days."

"Oh, thank you for your reply. Let's have a pleasant meal then."

seven days?

Just hang in there, it'll be over soon. He's gone to the military region, and he eats lunch and dinner at the military canteen, which makes things much easier for her.

After Ren Rongzheng finished eating, he said, "Take your time eating, I have something to take care of."

Before Zhan Beiqin could say anything, Ren Rongzheng returned to her room and closed the door. She was going to use the small materials she had bought to forge an invitation.

After some handcrafting, the fake invitation was completed. She admired it; it was perfect, and you could tell it was fake with the naked eye, unless it was Sun Wukong.

After forging the invitation, she also handwrote a job advertisement.

"We are recruiting ten military spouses who are skilled in textiles and embroidery within the military family compound. During the apprenticeship period, the monthly salary will be 30 yuan. Those who are officially hired will receive a base salary of 50 yuan plus commission."

Achieve wealth without leaving home, simply by doing needlework. Those interested should contact Wang Yuxia for an interview immediately. Registration is open for three days only; late applications will not be accepted. (Ren Rongzheng is not authorized to grant further information.)

After finishing writing the job posting, Ren Rongzheng carefully put it away and was about to leave the room when Zhan Beiqin immediately stopped him.

"The dishes haven't been washed yet, where are you going now?"

“I’m going to Sister Wang’s house for a bit, I’ll be right back. Even though it’s hot now, these dishes won’t get moldy if they’re left out for a few minutes. If you find it annoying, you can wash them yourself. If you’re too lazy to wash them, just bear with it.”

Before Zhan Beiqin could say anything more, Ren Rongzheng had already rushed out.

Zhan Beiqin's face was cold and gloomy. He was very dissatisfied, but he shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself, "It's getting more and more outrageous."

After Ren Rongzheng left, he went straight to Wang Yuxia's house. Wang Yuxia was a hardworking woman who rarely left her house. You could easily find her there.

"Sister-in-law Wang, I've been busy these past two days. I haven't had a chance to come see you since I finished setting up my stall at the market last time. I finally have some free time today."

First, I need to give you an update on the situation. I set up a stall at the market selling your handwoven goods, and they're selling very well; demand exceeds supply."

"Really? Someone actually likes those little trinkets I knit in my spare time?" Sister Wang was flattered and couldn't believe it.

"Of course, you are my benefactor. So I started my journey to make my business bigger and stronger, and that's how this came about. Take a look."

Ren Rongzheng showed Wang's sister-in-law her handwritten job posting. After reading it, Wang's sister-in-law was shocked: "You want to recruit ten apprentices at once?"

"Yes, it's clearly written in black and white on the document. We originally planned to hire two people first, but they sold so well that we decided to hire ten at once."

Sister Wang looked at the job posting again and couldn't help but feel troubled: "Are you sure you want them to come to me for an interview? These are all neighbors. Which of the military wives living here doesn't have a higher military rank than my husband? How am I qualified to interview them?"