Chapter 7: I'm Getting Married (7)

Jian Chenxi lifted her eyes, capturing Ling Momo's face, initially a little taken aback, then slowly curling a smile, his demeanor calm, so it was her...

Ling Momo's pure black pupils were like crystals, shimmering with a fluid brilliance, staring at the man in the black suit, she spoke again, "Don't believe me? I'll wear them to show you!"

The man in the black suit slightly lowered his head, stunned. That night, all the women who went up to try on shoes originally wore them, except for her, barefoot. Instantly, he turned his head, nodded to Jian Chenxi, indicating for her to take off her shoes.

Jian Chenxi raised her brows with a hint of disdain, scanning Ling Momo up and down. Then, another smile appeared. She really overestimated Ling Momo; she thought she would back off, never expecting her to have the nerve to stand up and make such a futile, last-ditch struggle. She's on the brink of defeat, yet doesn't admit it!

But nowadays, Ling Momo had nothing to her name. Wasn't it just about trying on shoes? She didn't believe that they would fit Ling Momo better. Refusing to yield the shoes in front of so many people would make her look small-minded!

So, Jian Chenxi generously took off those high heels.

The exquisite pair of high heels were gently placed in front of Ling Momo. Ling Momo held her breath, closed her eyes slightly, then raised her white little foot, gently stepping onto them.

They fit perfectly, suitable in width, even the straps were just right, not tight like with Jian Chenxi, as if they were custom-made for her.

The previously noisy scene suddenly fell into silence.

Jian Chenxi's expression suddenly turned a bit unsightly. She indeed didn't expect Ling Momo to fit the shoes better than her.

"It turns out this young lady suits these shoes better," the man in the black suit immediately turned respectfully to lead the way. "Now please follow me..."

The implication was that the person who could see Enson that night had shifted from Jian Chenxi to Ling Momo.

Ling Momo gave a soft smile, nodded obediently, and under the escort of the man in the black suit, walked past Jian Chenxi step by step. At the critical moment of brushing past, Ling Momo tossed a simple sentence to Jian Chenxi, "I won't die!"

Afterwards, she turned back, gifting Jian Chenxi an ever-warmer smile. Her bare face, white to the extent of transparency, her skin as smooth as a baby's, resembled a high school student, pure, sweet, needing protection.

Jian Chenxi still wore a smile on her face, only there was a coldness in her eyes, staring hard at Ling Momo, who happily twisted her slender waist, turned away, stepped out of the hall in sharp high heels. That back, extremely carefree, oh so proud, oh so arrogant.

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The man in the black suit remained silent the entire way, guiding Ling Momo to stand before the most expensive and luxurious suite on the top floor of the "Imperial Palace."

The door wasn't locked, a slight push and it opened. The man stood aside, gesturing for her to enter, "Enson said he's waiting for you in the room."

Ling Momo's heart suddenly thumped, and her heartbeat started racing irregularly.

Not long ago, right here, she had taken the initiative to slip into the room and, in a fit of anger, threw a high heel at Enson.

Just now, she was so focused on striking at Jian Chenxi's pride, she forgot, what was Enson's purpose in going through so much trouble to find the owner of the high heels?

Ling Momo stood at the door, taking deep breaths to calm herself, finally managing to soothe her unease.