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Chapter 114: The Exceptional Mother
It is no wonder that Wei Yuan gives people such an impression; none of the people present have any recollection of this young man. The fact that these two ladies, both of whom hold significant positions in Jinghai City, personally came to greet him and engage in lively conversation indicates that they must know him.
After all, if there were such a young man in Jinghai City, his background would undoubtedly be incredibly powerful. They should have recognized him long ago, perhaps even sought to curry favor with him. Yet, aside from the popular star White Mist, who else here knows Wei Yuan?
Thus, they immediately began to entertain wicked thoughts: a young man with two women by his side, able to charm two seemingly icy ladies—this indeed suggests he has some skills. Moreover, after his grooming, Wei Yuan appeared to possess the potential for living off others, and they even estimated his capabilities in certain areas, leading to astonishment.
Of course, all of this was merely the speculation of those present. As Yuan Ziyi had introduced to Wei Yuan in the car: "Tonight's event is a social gathering hosted by a group of successful women from our city. On the surface, it's just chatting and drinking to build relationships; in reality, it's just a gathering of bored women looking for something to do."
This statement might be somewhat exaggerated, but even a professional woman or a successful female leader would not want to discuss business in such settings. They would prefer to indulge in topics akin to gossip or talk about fashion brands and men rather than keep business on their lips.
"Isn't that guy White Mist?" Wei Yuan suddenly spotted a familiar figure.
Although Wei Yuan had never attended such high-society events, he understood what was appropriate to say and what was not in such situations. Since he did not know anyone present and was unfamiliar with their various industries' business dealings, he decided to adhere to one principle: loose lips sink ships; silence is golden.
Here, Wei Yuan saw many familiar faces—people he had seen on local television stations or various magazines. Of course, they all shared one commonality: Wei Yuan recognized them while they did not recognize him at all...
Tonight's event was indeed a social gathering for socialites, but there were also quite a few men present. However, Wei Yuan could understand that such occasions are always visually pleasing, so he decided to grasp one of the reasons these men were attending the banquet.
Suspected to be well-endowed with a devilish figure: female, around twenty years old, top-tier beauty.
Second-tier idol drama actress: female, in her twenties, nearly top-tier beauty.
Daughter of a financial group owner: female, under eighteen years old, exceptional "Loli."
Executive in the pharmaceutical industry: female, in her twenties, top-tier "Yujie," namely Yuan Ziyi.
Boss of a beauty chain: female, around forty years old, super "U" woman—namely Han Ling's Mother, Ms. Han Jing.
Wei Yuan was served a glass of champagne by Han Jing. After toasting with the two ladies, he gradually learned from Yuan Ziyi's conversation that Han Ling's Mother was the owner of the well-known Jingjing International Beauty Chain in Jinghai City.
In recent years, as people's living standards have improved, they have naturally begun to pay more attention to their appearance. It has become fashionable for those with money to visit beauty salons, while those without resort to barbershops. Where there is a market, there is supply.
Similar formal beauty centers have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, some adopting advanced foreign business practices and implementing membership systems. With high-quality services, professional beauticians, and expensive fees, they cater specifically to wealthy ladies and daughters, making it a burgeoning industry.
Take Han Jing's beauty chain as an example; there are several branches in Jinghai City, all luxuriously decorated and beyond the financial reach of the average person. Over the years, it has gradually established its brand and registered as a company. It is likely that Jingjing International is a play on her name.
Jingjing International, officially known as Jingjing International Beauty Chain, has grown significantly in recent years. Wei Yuan has seen various positive news reports about it on major television networks, including a special program on a city-level station that showcased the remarkable effects of the beauty products used by this chain.
Initially, Wei Yuan was somewhat skeptical, but seeing the company's growth made him wonder if they had some family secret or traditional Chinese medicine expertise. He was surprised to learn that the owner of this beauty chain was Han Ling's Mother, who is also Yuan Ziyi's father and the second wife of the current Purple Robe Marquis.
With access to ancient pharmaceutical recipes from Purple Robe Pavilion, everything became easy to explain.
"Han Jie, why didn't you introduce us to this handsome guy?"
Suddenly, several women in evening gowns approached. Some were stunningly beautiful while others were slightly less so but still exuded an exceptional aura. It was clear they all came from excellent families.
"Has Han Jie changed her taste? Is she now into younger men?" one woman teased Han Jing.
"Slut, do you think I'm like you?" Han Jing quietly replied.
Although they kept their voices low enough that no one else could hear clearly, Wei Yuan, standing nearby with keen hearing, caught every word. He was surprised that these seemingly noble women spoke like lecherous girls, causing him to blush unexpectedly.
"Look, the handsome guy is blushing."
One girl suddenly shouted at Wei Yuan, prompting laughter from the others. This made him feel awkward until one girl noticed Yuan Ziyi nearby and reminded them, "Don't act up in front of Sister Yuan Jie."
It seemed that they still maintained a certain respect for both Han Jing and Yuan Ziyi, as these two women had achieved significant success in business compared to them, who relied on their family's protection and status.
“Wei Yuan, come here for a moment.” Suddenly, Han Jing greeted Yuan Ziyi and the others before pulling Wei Yuan's sleeve and leading him forward.
“Isn't Han Jing a bit too impatient?” a girl with freckles on her nose and a slightly cute appearance laughed.
Han Jing tapped her on the head and said, “The older you get, the worse you behave. You're such a little rascal.”
Amid their laughter, Wei Yuan was led away by Han Jing. Along the way, several familiar faces greeted each other, and as an outsider, Wei Yuan felt quite relaxed. He spotted a familiar figure—the one who had recently won Best Newcomer at the Hong Kong Film Awards, White Mist, the senior from Purple Robe Pavilion who had once pursued Yang Ying. He was surrounded by several stunning beauties at the banquet, enjoying his good fortune.
Wei Yuan was brought into a room by Han Jing, located in a quiet corner of the villa hosting the social gathering for socialites. Although the space was not large and could not compare to the thousands of square feet of the banquet hall outside, the decor inside was exquisite and meticulously arranged, far surpassing that of the exterior.
After bringing Wei Yuan into the room, Han Jing spoke in a tone that Wei Yuan was very familiar with: “Listen up, you better be honest with me.”
Wei Yuan was taken aback; was this really the same socialite who had just been joking with him outside?
“What do you want me to be honest about?”
After all, during their previous phone conversation, Wei Yuan had already experienced her strong personality. Perhaps in her professional life and business dealings, she was a powerful woman capable of handling everything. She had successfully built up Jingjing International Beauty Institution, which required more than just good beauty formulas; attracting customers and managing operations were also significant challenges.
However, in her personal life—especially regarding her daughter—she seemed particularly confused and often unintentionally created humorous situations.
Wei Yuan guessed she was asking about Han Ling, but he had already explained the misunderstanding last time. He had no idea how powerful Han Ling's family background was and certainly did not intend to take advantage of her vulnerability to win her heart and become Han Jing's son-in-law.
“Have you really gotten close to my daughter or not? Don’t you know I’m pinning all my hopes on you?” Han Jing changed from her previous elegant demeanor to that of a bargaining aunt, hands on her hips as she confronted Wei Yuan.
“Auntie, I can’t quite accept this side of you right now,” Wei Yuan suppressed a laugh.
“You’re the auntie! Didn’t you hear everyone outside calling me sister? Do I look that old?”
Wei Yuan felt compelled to explain: “Well, if I’m considered the same generation as Han Ling, calling you auntie is just polite, isn’t it?”
Han Jing replied, “Don’t use your politeness to expose my age.”
"Alright, I was wrong."
Wei Yuan admitted his mistake like a well-behaved child, but what he really thought was that he had lost his dignity. The last time we spoke on the phone, you suspected that I had ulterior motives towards your daughter, which made me incredibly resentful. Now, you want me to actively pursue your daughter, and the urgency is almost at five stars. What kind of mother is this?
"As long as you know you're wrong, hurry up and put in the effort to be a good match for her. If Ling's emotional troubles can be resolved, I will thank you on behalf of Eight Generations of Ancestors."
"Last time you were worried about your daughter falling into my trap, but this time you're taking the initiative. Isn't that a huge change?"
Wei Yuan became even more convinced that the other party must be a stepmother. Even if a commoner's daughter has a boyfriend, at least there should be some investigation. But Han Jing was different; she seemed more concerned that her daughter might not find anyone.
Han Jing responded, "Are you blaming me for misjudging you? Or do you think you're not good enough?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Han Jing walked over and inspected Wei Yuan like checking livestock. She scrutinized his face, examined his teeth, tapped on his muscles, measured his height, and asked about his weight—she was just short of checking his most important parts.
"I've seen enough and I'm very satisfied, so I've decided to entrust my daughter to you. As for that little scar on your face, you remember what you said before, right? Just go find a plastic surgeon to fix it up. Our daughter will look beautiful without scars; she inherited her looks from her father, so you're lucky."
Wei Yuan nearly spat blood upon hearing this.
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