Chapter Two: The Whole World Betrays His Secrets

The words were elegant; her eyes lingered on Xu Zhi's borrowed gown. A server squeezed past and bumped Gu Yanchen's chair toward Xu Zhi. Their distance narrowed to 2.8 meters. Blue light flashed. A sweet female voice, clearly belonging to neither of them, came from the speakers: [She dares wear an out-of-season dress here? I'll have the gossip accounts expose her mother's debts and see how long before she cries.] Every face turned toward Shen Weining. Her smile froze. "That wasn't me!" She had not said it aloud, but it was unmistakably her voice. The gala was still streaming worldwide. Screenshots contrasting "a woman who makes her own way" with "see how long before she cries" flooded the comments.