Chapter 31: African Farmers?

In the hall.

Lu Ting, egged on by her friends, lifted her eyelids and sneakily glanced at the handsome man not far away.

In her heart, she couldn't help but wonder, could Pei Ya truly be interested in her?

Still muddling through her thoughts, Lu Ting suddenly noticed the volume of conversation around her dwindle, as many eyes turned to look behind her.

Lu Ting turned her head curiously and, in that instant, her teeth clamped down hard.

Qiao Yun, in a water blue chiffon dress, descended the stairs. With each step she took, the crowd's gaze followed.

One had to admit, Qiao Yun was simply perfect.

Like a sculpture carefully crafted by God, her facial features were harmonious and delicate, her beauty exquisite.

Her aloof brows and eyes made her aura even more striking. The crystal lights tinted her long, curled lashes a pale gold, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

She was stunning!

Her beauty was such that one could hardly bear to look away.

"Look at these people, absolutely clueless."

Li Miao, who followed Qiao Yun downstairs, would never admit that her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she first laid eyes on Qiao Yun.

Now, seeing everyone else's reaction, she felt reassured.

It wasn't that she hadn't been around, it was that Qiao Yun was just freakishly striking—simply changing her attire had completely defied all expectations.

Li Miao touched her wildly beating heart, damn, she was almost turned.

"Look at Lu Ting's face," Li Miao whispered. "Absolutely priceless, like a mask dance."

Qiao Yun cast a brief glance at Lu Ting, whose features were twisting, and said nothing.

She didn't like such occasions, but she didn't want the Lu Family couple to read too much into that.

So she came down, and then realized she still disliked it.

Therefore, Qiao Yun walked to a corner and sat down.

Daydreaming~

Li Miao touched her nose, felt she shouldn't disturb the celestial's meditation, so she ran back to her own parents.

After thinking it over, she stealthily took a photo of Qiao Yun and sent it to the Great Demon King.

[Brother brother brother, take a look at my latest goddess. ]

Li Hanzhou, still at work, opened his phone, his sight lingered on the photo for quite a while without moving.

Li Miao's photography skills were poor, capturing only a profile, but it was still enough to astonish Li Hanzhou.

He narrowed his eyes, leisurely sizing up Qiao Yun.

A moment later, perhaps finding the air stifling, he lifted his slender fingers, loosening his collar to reveal his delicate collarbone.

Somehow, he felt a tinge of regret for not being present that night.

Over here, Lu Ting's friends were all abuzz.

"Who is that? She is too gorgeous, Tingting, is she your relative?"

"Such high beauty standards, if she were at my school, she'd definitely be the belle."

Seeing someone desirable, it was instinctive to feel a sense of favor, especially for someone with heavenly looks like Qiao Yun.

Lu Ting almost broke her teeth clenching them so hard, barely managing to calm her turbulent emotions before presenting a proud smile, "That's my sister, of course, she's beautiful."

"..."

For a moment, the surroundings were silent.

Awkward!

The atmosphere turned awkward!

Recalling their previous evaluation of Qiao Yun, they unanimously thought, if Qiao Yun was a bumpkin, what did that make them?

African farmers?

Ouch, why does my face feel painful?

It took a while before someone spoke up, struggling to relieve the tension.

"Heh, she just looks okay."

I am sinful, I should not insult the celestial.

"Today she's not the main event. Dressing up so beautifully must be intentional, right?"

But she really is beautiful.

People said so verbally, yet they couldn't help comparing Lu Ting and Qiao Yun.

One was a wealthy miss who grew up in luxury, the other a country girl who had been cast adrift.

Why were they so different?

Indeed, bloodlines are crucial.