Listening to the servant's exclamation, Mrs. Rong snorted: Although everything else is not outstanding, she is still somewhat talented and has a filial heart."
She looked at her slim figure in the dressing mirror and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
At this time, Mrs. Rong's friend happened to come to visit.
When a friend saw the dress on Mrs. Rong, she was shocked and asked repeatedly: "Introduce me to the master who designed the dress for you. I also want to ask the master to design a dress for me."
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. This is not the work of a master."
"It's impossible." My friend didn't believe it at all: "How could a master design such a beautiful dress? I'm not someone who has never seen the world."
"I'm really not a master. Murong Rong stayed up late at night to sew this dress for me."
"Murong Rong? You mean the second-married girl that Mr. Rong is going to marry?" My friend was very surprised.
Although Mrs. Rong also had many opinions about Murong Rong, after all, it was Jiu Ci who insisted on marrying into the family. This sentence about a second-married woman couldn't help but sound very harsh.
Mrs. Rong glanced at her friend: "What's the point of second marriage and not second marriage? In what age are we now, this is all we have?"
My friend laughed with me: "I also said it smoothly, but I won't do it anymore. Please help me introduce her quickly. I also asked her to help me design a dress."
Seeing Mrs. Rong looking more beautiful than before, my friend was already feeling itchy.
After Madam Rong had established her posture, she called Murong Rong over: "This is Madam Chen. She wants you to design a dress for her. If you are not busy, help her design one."
Murong Rong couldn't help but glance at Madam Rong, and said with a smile: "I've been really busy lately, so I don't have time to design dresses. But Madam Chen is my aunt's friend, so no matter how busy I am, I have to find time to do it."
Mrs. Chen was overjoyed when she heard this, and Mrs. Rong also felt very proud.
After that, the two of them started chatting, and Murong Rong sat aside. She rarely interrupted, but listened carefully. Occasionally she needed to speak, but she always meant what she said.
Privately, Mrs. Chen couldn't help but whisper to Mrs. Rong: "No wonder Mr. Rong has decided that Miss Mu is really outstanding. I can see that she is even more outstanding than some ladies from aristocratic families."
"It's just a matter of seeing it there." Mrs. Rong said this, but the smile on her face became a little deeper.
After seeing off Mrs. Chen, Mrs. Rong called Murong Rong over and asked, "Have you set a time to try on the dress?"
"It's settled. They are already at Emperor Jingyuan now."
Mrs. Rong thought for a moment and said, "Ask them to send it over, and I'll take a look with you."
Murong Rong looked at Madam Rong in surprise.
"What's wrong? You don't want to? Still don't believe my vision?"
"No, no. I'm just a little surprised. I didn't expect you to take the time to accompany me."
Mrs. Rong snorted and was very impressed by Murong Rong's sincerity.
Soon the styling studio came with the dress.
They started busy around Murong Rong.
Mrs. Rong picked up her mobile phone and took a video for Rong Jiuci.
Soon a video call came from Rong Jiuci: "Mom, are you with Rong Rong now?"
"Yeah, what's the matter, are you afraid that I will bully your sweetheart?"
Hearing her mother's somewhat unkind tone, Rong Jiuci was helpless: "How could it be? My mother is the kindest person in the world, how could she do something to embarrass her future daughter-in-law?"
"Don't think that I will believe you just because you say a few nice words?" Mrs. Rong said, her complexion improved a lot.
"Miss Mu, you are so beautiful."
Hearing the exclamations of others, Mrs. Rong raised her eyes and looked over. When she saw Murong Rong walking over in a nude gauze dress, her eyes flashed with surprise.
Seeing Rong Jiuci's eager look in the blink of an eye, Mrs. Rong couldn't help but become interested: "If you want to see it, just say a few nice words and coax me."
"Mom." Rong Jiuci said helplessly.
"It's no use calling me mom. If I'm not satisfied, you can't do it."
Rong Jiuci put down the phone with a dull face, and then pulled the computer aside.
Mrs. Rong was a little surprised that she gave up so easily?
Then, she saw Rong Jiuci's fingers tapping on the keyboard.
Soon the computer in front of him was connected to the surveillance system in the Rong family's living room.
Mrs. Rong was speechless, her son was really unlovable.
"Miss Mu, let me help you adjust your belt." A young stylist wearing a floral shirt walked towards Murong Rong with a smile on his face.
This was a normal thing, but Rong Jiuci's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately scolded: "Let him stop!"
Rong Jiuci's voice came from the camera in the living room.
While everyone was still surprised, Murong Rong immediately raised her foot and kicked away the stylist who was approaching her.
The stylist didn't expect that he would be attacked. His expression changed and he rushed towards Murong Rong again.
However, this time he was caught by the Rong family servants before he even got close to Murong Rong.
This incident shocked everyone, and for a while they were all trembling with fear, not even daring to say anything.
The stylist was pinned to the ground, twisting and roaring: "Let me go! Let me go. Do you think your family can just attack others?"
The huge struggling force almost overturned the servant who was holding him down.
Upon seeing this, Murong Rong immediately went to call other servants and suppressed him.
Mrs. Rong was also shocked: "What...what's going on?"
Murong Rong shook his head: "I don't know."
She just heard Rong Jiuci's words and subconsciously took action.
Mrs. Rong looked at Rong Jiuci on the phone screen: "Jiuci, what's going on?"
"Mom, don't ask anything first, take Rong Rong out of the living room first, and then let others take a good look at this man."
Mrs. Rong always believed in her son, and when Murong Rong heard what Rong Jiuci said, he immediately left with Mrs. Rong.
When the stylist saw Murong Rong leaving like this, he couldn't help but yelled: "Come back! Come back!"
Rong Jiuci left the meeting that was about to begin and rushed back in a dusty state.
As soon as he came back, he entered the flower hall.
Murong Rong and Mrs. Rong were resting in the flower hall.
As soon as he came back, he grabbed her arm and dragged her up from the sofa.
"It's okay." Murong Rong comforted: "I'm okay."
Even though Murong Rong repeatedly stated that he was safe and sound, Rong Jiuci still looked at the person from beginning to end, and his expression softened a little.
Rong Jiuci explained a few more words and went to the living room with Yang Kaiqing to meet the stylist with his shadow.
At this time, he had been tied up by the servants of the Rong family and thrown to the ground like a dead dog.
Rong Jiuci stopped in front of him and asked, "What do you want to do to Murong Rong?"
The stylist looked confused: "What do I want to do? I just want to help her adjust her styling belt. Even if you are dissatisfied with me, you can't do anything to me. Is it possible that the Rong family is so domineering in everything they do?"
The more the stylist spoke, the more plausibly he said: "I will never let this matter go! Unless you kill me, otherwise, I must seek justice for myself!"
Seeing the man's plausive appearance, Rong Jiuci sneered and grabbed his wrist fiercely.
He wore a large gemstone ring on the finger of his right hand, but if he looked carefully, he found a silver needle protruding from the gemstone ring, shining with a cold light under the light.