The day before the main banquet, Wang Fuxue stayed directly at the Rong family.
At dawn, Wang Zheng's stylists and makeup artists all arrived, filling the second floor where Song Xiang lived.
These people had all known Song Xiang before, and they were so shocked that they could stuff eggs in their mouths at the "Miss Rong" who descended from the sky. Because the atmosphere in the Rong family was too serious, and they didn't dare to laugh loudly, they could only hold back their doubts.
Ask around when you find an opportunity.
The media remained silent and there was not a single report. This was what Song Xiang meant. She is not a traffic star and does not need to stay in the headlines unless necessary.
Even the guests at the banquet are all smart people and don't talk too much.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, Li Ying, Su Man and others all arrived and sat in Song Xiang's room talking.
"This doesn't feel like an introduction party, it feels like a wedding. We are all bridesmaids."
Li Ying was lying on the bed and said to Song Xiang who was dressing up.
Song Xiang stuck out her tongue, she felt the same way.
Suman opened the window and sighed at the strength of the Rong family. Even though she had been silent for many years, Rong Boye could still respond to everything. She stood upstairs and looked outside for a while, and she saw several big names who usually only appeared in reports.
"Miss Rong, your hair is ready." the stylist said.
Song Xiang looked in the mirror and felt a little embarrassed, "Isn't it too tender?"
The end of her hair was made into big curls, with a centipede braid on top and a circle of rhinestones around it. If she hadn't resisted, the stylist would have put a crown on her.
"It suits you very well." The stylist held out his hands and pulled Li Ying and the others over to take a look, "Actually, the crown is not flashy at all."
Song Xiang waved his hand, refusing to accept the crown.
The stylist was helpless and said nothing.
Li Ying and others gathered in a circle.
"Why isn't my dad here yet? There are so many singles today. Doesn't he have any sense of crisis?"
Upon hearing this, Song Xiang rolled his eyes and thought to himself, the thief has been out of contact for several days.
After finishing her styling, she gave up her seat to Suman while she was waiting to change clothes.
Pushing the door open, there are already guests in the main house, but the activity area is limited to the first floor.
She specially wore a mask and just wanted to go down quietly to take a breath.
Passing by the small garden on the first floor, I heard someone talking.
"The sparrow has turned into a phoenix. I guess Miss Rong is so happy that she can't even sleep."
"Who says it's not the case? Hundreds of billions of assets are like falling from the sky."
"I don't know where I came from, but I suddenly reached the sky."
"Don't talk nonsense, this is the Rong family..."
Song Xiang hummed and glanced in the direction where he was speaking. The two ladies looked quite young.
She breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed a little maid and whispered a few instructions.
"Okay, got it."
Song Xiang smiled, "Thank you very much."
The maid was flattered and approached the two ladies with a cup in hand.
Song Xiang raised his chin slightly and walked forward leisurely, when he heard two screams behind him.
"What's going on?! You don't even look at me when you're walking? You even spilled wine all over me!"
"Madam, it was you who drank my wine."
"What did you say?!"
"Why don't we adjust the monitoring?"
It's quiet.
Song Xiang snickered and was in a good mood.
After walking around, no one recognized her. The people invited today were all wealthy families from the first and second tiers of the imperial capital, and she didn't usually have much contact with them.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was some movement outside.
A brave maid ran in and whispered to her, "Miss, Mr. Yan is here."
Song Xiang was happy in her heart and calm in her face, but she couldn't help but ask: "Where are you?"