Power of a woman.

Quite a few doctors took a look at it at her grandmother's order. However, none of them could do any thing about it. The wound was just too bad; a scar could not be avoided.

Qi Mingxia felt much better after the warm shower. Wrapping a towel around her body, she walked out of the bathroom and sat in front of her mirror. Looking at her reflection, even she could not help but notice the desolation in her face.

Qi Mingxia sighed. Picking up her hair dryer, she slowly started drying her hair. Not knowing what else to do, she straightened her jet black hair. Black was really her color. She had black hair, and pitch black eyes.

At this moment, these eyes reminded people of a long, sad night. Lonely and heartbreaking. However, whenever Qi Mingxia would step out of her house, her eyes would be so cold and bone-chilling, it made one think a dangerous predator lurking in the dark, waiting to pounce.

After her hair was done, she started applying makeup on her face. She was neither very fond of nor very good at heavy makeup. So it was always light makeup for her.

Done with her makeup, Qi Mingxia took out her dress. Even though she argued with Yang Junjie, Qi Mingxia actually wanted to buy this red dress the moment she saw it. She herself felt that this dress just radiated power and grace.

However, she just wasn't sure if she would do justice to it.

A broken person like her wearing an outfit like that was the same as a crying man painting a smile on his face and appearing as the joker. A lie.

Putting it on, Qi Mingxia herself felt that she looked good in it. It was a full-length off-shoulder gown with full sleeves, that hugged her body tightly, accentuating her excellent figure and curves. From mid-calf down, it had a tulle design, with the dress spreading out a bit.

For Qi Mingxia, who was not very used to gowns, it was very comfortable. Putting on the pair of black heels, also chosen by Yang Junjie, Qi Mingxia stood in front of the mirror.

A red dress. Red lipstick. Her usual wavy hair straightened.

Qi Mingxia had not seen herself like this for so long, she questioned herself if the person in the mirror was really her. The woman in the mirror looked beautiful, graceful and attractive. This was her?

Qi Mingxia always thought wearing dark, brooding clothes helped her keep people intimidated and at a distance. She felt it made people take her seriously; even fear her.

But the woman in the mirror could do that, and more. Qi Mingxia knew she was quite pretty. She just never thought this was something useful. But, what if..?

Qi Mingxia chuckled. What was that saying again? A woman's beauty and grace were her biggest weapon? Her most important power? She sighed. Whatever.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Mingxia straightened her back. Chest up. Eyes looking straight ahead, and chin a little bit up. She would need to smile today. So, she practised a smile. One end a bit more raised than others. Not too reserved, not too open.

Satisfied, Qi Mingxia took her purse and approached her bedside drawer. Bending down, she opened the last drawer and took out a wooden box. This was the gift she had prepared for her grandmother, Matriarch Zhao.

Walking back to the mirror, Qi Mingxia took one last look. Tugging one side of her hair behind her ear, Qi Mingxia walked out of her bedroom. Collecting her car keys, she took a look at the time.

7 o' clock.

The banquet would start at 8. She must reach half an hour early as the granddaughter of Matriarch Zhao.

She did not much care about this banquet in the previous years. But this time she did. The fact that this interest was not because of her grandmother but her selfish interests, made Qi Mingxia feel a pang of guilt. However, she quickly brushed it aside.

Her grandmother wanted this as well.

It would take her about half an hour to drive to the location of the banquet. At thought of driving, Qi Mingxia paused. Thinking of something, she called the reception desk of her apartment.

"Hello, how can we help you?" the voice of a female receptionist was heard from the other side.

"You have a service, where we can book chauffeurs. Can I make a last minute booking?" Qi Mingxia asked with uncertainty. They probably did not have anyone tonight. She should have thought of it earlier.

"Yes ma'am, we have one person who can take you to your destination tonight. Shall we send him up to get the car keys?" The receptionist asked politely.

Qi Mingxia let out a breath. This is good. "Yes, please. Send him up."

"Right away, ma'am."

Hanging up, Qi Mingxia waited for her driver to arrive. Two minutes later, the bell rang.

Opening the door, Qi Mingxia was met with a man, probably in his forties, looking gentle yet firm.

Li Huang was stunned for a moment, seeing such a beautiful woman. What was more noticeable than her beauty, was the look of determination on her face. She looked like she was going to a war, and she was going to win.

Clearing his throat, he spoke, "Miss, I'm Li Huang, your chauffeur for tonight. May I know where we are going?"

Qi Mingxia smiled. "A stage."