Lin Yiren looked through the car window and saw the luxurious Hotel.
The grounds were vast, the surroundings beautiful, and attendants were guiding cars to park.
“We’ll go to the room to change first.”
Chen Zhaoyue pulled her, who was glancing around, into the elevator.
***
The room was just as exquisite. Lin Yiren walked to the window and looked down; the City unfolded beneath her eyes, and she could spot the distant corner where her home was.
“Yiren.”
She turned and saw Chen Zhaoyue holding her White Gown.
There was a flirty look in her eyes as she glanced over.
Fine.
Lin Yiren took the gown and put it on the chair nearby, while Chen Zhaoyue tactfully turned her back.
Her clothes and pants were tossed onto the bed.
“All done.” Lin Yiren covered her front, exposing her fair back to Chen Zhaoyue.
Chen Zhaoyue skillfully zipped her up.
“And what about your gown?” Lin Yiren asked while adjusting her collar.
“Do you want to help me change?” Chen Zhaoyue said, walking over to the wardrobe. With a gentle pull, a Black Evening Dress appeared in Lin Yiren’s sight.
As deep as the night sky, the skirt shimmered with a sprinkle of starlight.
Of course, black and white—a classic match.
“Fine.” Lin Yiren replied, though her face still flushed uncontrollably.
Chen Zhaoyue’s hand rested on her shoulder.
Lin Yiren quickly turned away.
Behind her came the sound of clothes being changed.
“All right.” Chen Zhaoyue gathered her hair to the front, exposing her smooth and elegant swan neck.
Soft and fragile.
Lin Yiren turned back, her gaze lingering on the white, jade-like curve, her throat bobbing.
She couldn’t let her mind wander—this was just mutual assistance. She quickly averted her eyes and walked over.
Her hands gripped the fabric and zipper, sliding it up along the delicate skin.
The zipper was smooth, and it zipped up easily.
Yet Lin Yiren felt as if she was sweating profusely.
Chen Zhaoyue tossed her hair back and turned around as well.
Her dress, like Lin Yiren’s, only revealed her porcelain-white arms, which contrasted sharply with the black gown.
“Let’s hurry down.”
Lin Yiren felt this spacious room was getting a little too warm.
The girl took several steps back and began pacing about the room, making the corners of Chen Zhaoyue’s mouth curl into a smile.
Her gaze drifted, pausing at those pretty lips, as if a new idea had occurred to her.
Chen Zhaoyue rummaged through her bag and took out a Lipstick, shaking it at Lin Yiren. “Let’s add a little color, Yiren.”
“I don’t want to put on makeup.”
A firm refusal.
“It’s not makeup, just a bit of Lipstick,” Chen Zhaoyue coaxed gently, “Let’s wear the same shade.”
After some coaxing, Lin Yiren finally agreed.
Chen Zhaoyue first applied a layer of Lip Balm to those soft lips, then carefully traced their shape with coral Lipstick.
Lin Yiren pressed her lips together, making a soft “pop.” She felt it was no different from applying Lip Balm.
Chen Zhaoyue handed her the mirror, and the girl’s pink lips now glowed with a hint of orange-red, making her face even more radiant.
Lin Yiren pursed her lips, thinking to herself, No wonder so many girls love makeup.
“How is it? Try some other shades next time.”
Hearing Chen Zhaoyue’s smiling voice, Lin Yiren stopped meeting her own gaze in the mirror and turned to say, “No need.”
Chen Zhaoyue chuckled softly and applied another Lipstick to her own curved lips.
No rush—this should go slowly.
***
The sun was gradually setting, and Lin Yiren saw more and more cars gathering in the Parking Lot.
They took the elevator downstairs.
Before even reaching the Ballroom, the sound of voices could be heard inside.
At the door, a sharply dressed man was checking invitations.
Chen Zhaoyue, dressed in her black gown, gracefully handed over her invitation, taking Lin Yiren by the hand as they entered.
The hall was spacious and grand. A splendid Crystal Chandelier hung from the ceiling, its soft light casting a glow on the thick, plush carpet. In the center was a massive Dance Floor, its marble surface smooth and gleaming.
Many young men and women in formal wear were chatting, gently swirling glasses in their hands, while gloved servers moved among them, pouring drinks.
The luxurious visual impact made Lin Yiren freeze for a moment.
“Uh, what are we supposed to do?” she asked, a little clueless.
“Hmm—wait to dance?” Chen Zhaoyue tilted her chin, answering earnestly.
Lin Yiren couldn’t help but smile at her answer, her nerves easing a bit.
“Zhaoyue!” A lively voice rang out. A cute, round-faced girl came hurrying over, followed by a cool-faced girl.
Lin Yiren suddenly trembled, even more nervous than when entering earlier.
Tang Chaoyun and Luo Qing—Chen Zhaoyue’s closest friends.
But meeting friends wasn’t what made Lin Yiren so nervous. More importantly, they knew her original identity.
Now, seeing her like this—wouldn’t they find it strange? Lin Yiren felt a little guilty.
Tang Chaoyun noticed the person beside Chen Zhaoyue and her eyes lit up.
“You two came together,” Tang Chaoyun greeted Lin Yiren. “Do you remember me? We met at your house.”
“And her.” She pointed to Luo Qing behind her.
“I-I remember.” Lin Yiren didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Luo Qing noticed her unease and spoke up, “Chen Zhaoyue has already told us about your current situation.”
Current situation? Lin Yiren wasn’t sure how the young lady had explained it, but she could only nod now.
“You look lovely,” Tang Chaoyun gave her a thumbs up.
Faced with a “confidant’s” praise, Lin Yiren’s face flushed red, and even the gown she’d been admiring now felt a bit scorching.
“…Thank you,” she accepted stiffly.
While they chatted, Lin Yiren kept her head down, replying occasionally.
Suddenly, Chen Zhaoyue grabbed her hand and said, “Let’s go have a look around.”
Lin Yiren looked at her in surprise.
“All right, see you later!” Tang Chaoyun puffed out her cheeks and waved.
***
“Why did we stop talking?” Lin Yiren asked as she was led away.
“There’s plenty of time to chat later,” Chen Zhaoyue smiled, “Want to try the Buffet here?”
Now that she mentioned it, Lin Yiren realized she was getting a little hungry.
“Let’s try it.”
The two girls wove through the crowd, their lifted skirts fluttering like butterfly wings. Even in a hall full of beauties, they stood out.
Quite a few people came up to chat; some even seemed to know Chen Zhaoyue and wanted to make small talk.
But the two didn’t stop, heading straight to the dining area.
Lin Yiren glanced over and saw a feast—beautifully plated Lobster and ham, fragrant Seafood Chowder, roasted Beef that looked tender and juicy, and everything from main courses to desserts.
She couldn’t help but swallow.
Chen Zhaoyue handed her a plate, starting with appetizers herself.
Lin Yiren rushed straight for the Lobster and Beef—delicacies she rarely got to eat.
Not sure how to eat Lobster… I’ll ask Chen Zhaoyue in a bit. I’ll just take the Beef for now; it looks so tender. Lin Yiren picked up the tongs, feeling quite pleased.
But her clothes started to get in the way. Some decorative touches made it hard to move freely.
The price of beauty. Lin Yiren sighed and heaved as she filled her plate with big gestures.
Guests nearby turned to look—such a beautiful girl now acting like a hungry foodie.
Lin Yiren didn’t notice the attention, bending down to look for drinks other than Champagne.
Only when she saw Chen Zhaoyue carrying herself with poise did she sheepishly straighten up.