Chapter 33
Glamorous mask
7 PM, November 9th.
The night before, thousands of people were crowded into the Benevolence Hospital. The next day, countless vultures separated from the flock and flew to the Fame Hotel.
The crowd of busybodies and fangirls didn't care who Hoang Kim was; a swarm of bees with broken hives flew to the glamorous place.
Wherever there was excitement, the crowd was there, eagerly looking forward to the moment when the JK family officially reunited.
Over the past two days, Hoang Kim's accident had disappeared from the front pages of most newspapers, replaced by the image of JK smiling brightly with his descendants. The homepage of the website kicked down the still-dying body to the second position, and solemnly attached the three jade beads to the virtual world crown.
Every family admires and blesses, and everyone is dazzled and craves the glittering aura. At this time, the light of fame, which attracts crowds gathering in glamorous and luxurious places, fascinates a bunch of trending people who are looking for opportunities to change their lives.
Following behind the entertainment stars are beautiful, long-legged models, wearing world-famous brands from head to toe. Their gorgeous appearance is no less than that of famous beauties.
That luxurious presence attracts the media; flashes go off continuously to capture the moment when the "fragrant vase" glides across the red carpet. The deep pink corners of their lips show a bright smile that doesn't need to be watered for anyone who calls their name.
Fangirls recognize celebrities on all screens. They are dreaming of becoming as famous as their idols, praising, applauding, and admiring them, affectionately giving them countless beautiful nicknames:
Winter Little Girl
Snow Princess
Jewelry Queen
Brand Lady
Fangirls cheer and express their fanatical admiration. Superstars and celebrities who wear 'golden masks' smile amiably. All of them stride gracefully into the hotel lobby.
The brand beauties happily come to talk to the real beauty who has praised them online, and the friendly beauty responds enthusiastically. Both sides shake hands and wear happy expressions.
In the intimate moment of hugging, the beautiful woman raises her lips and looks down on a bunch who follow the fire to eat the ashes.
Each beauty girl does not accept losing to a slut, nor does she accept being inferior to any prostitute. Their pink lips smile as brightly as spring flowers.
Their willow eyebrows are more beautiful than the "painting" that secretly paints the color of envy on the face. Contempt flashes and disappears under the sunny smile, and anger and jealousy hide behind the passionately friendly facade.
The audience praises the sociable beauty woman more than the "Friendly Miss". The sound of clapping is louder than firecrackers, while the audience mockingly laughs at the 'dusting skills' that have covered their name for too long.
The edge of their mouth has been raised with contempt to enjoy the clumsy drama. The "moths" have flown around a group of guests of honor, chirping and saying hello to this person, and then gently asking that person a question.
The fragrance of the flower that has attracted the beautiful "butterfly" has been a celebrity more dazzling than the stars in the sky.
The beauty woman smiled, thinking of her "innocent" past, dreaming of a time to weave a royal life by "hunting" the king's son and the lord's grandson.
They were busy chasing fame, regardless of the shame of selling their bodies cheaply, and the reward for unremitting efforts was only the virtual fame of the rich man's old lover.
Those who were more successful than the other groups would become "underwear queens", showing off their bodies every day to "wash the face of the worldly people".
After having had enough "sticky rice" and being tired of "sweet soup[1]", the crowd craving the smell of women immediately has transformed into critical ethicists to educate the herd of "butterflies" who once have burned their eyes with a fiery dance.
From clips cut into virtual images to webcam videos, finally entering reporters' cameras, wherever the beautiful "butterflies" appear, bees thirsty for "honey" swarm around, sniffing and licking.
The right hand holds the mouse, the left hand unzips their pants, and they bury their faces into a feast overflowing with lust on every kind of screen, imagining flying to heaven together with the beautiful "butterflies." This illusory fantasy is like a moth's dream to ascend to heaven in one step.
Long ago, the night butterflies had already shed their cocoons and transformed into mandarin-duck butterflies, their beautiful wings flying into the dreams of young masters from aristocratic families.
The beautiful women curl their lips in mocking smiles before sipping the wine, half-opening their eyes to behold the pitiful appearances of their former selves, now reappearing among the moths.
The "descendants of the species" hover around the fragrant garden. The moths are concentrating on spreading fragrance, sprinkling pollen, and flirting, but unfortunately they cannot catch the soul of the queen bee waiting to suck the jar of pure honey.
The father bee and the baby bee silently curse a bunch of sluts and prostitutes, but they do not dare to swear or make a scene. However, the shrimp and fish shops are jumping around in their heads.
The father and son politely process the rotten shrimp and rotten fish into high-quality specialties. The butterflies at night have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and they swoop over in groups with sunny smiles to rescue:
- Oh, hello Mr. Chairman!
The night butterflies greet the man whose hair has turned gray. His figure remains vigorous, with a tiger's mouth and a swallow's jaw, hiding a half-smile in silence. His raised lips elegantly portray the demeanor of a gentleman.
A smile flashes in the corner of his eyes, and he glances at the fashionable dresses with open busts and thigh slits that fit their beautiful bodies tightly. The chairman greets them enthusiastically:
- Oh, who is this!? Is it a fairy descending to earth?!
Everyone laughs out loud at the compliments, tinged with playful teasing. The group of beauties covers their mouths, giggling:
- The chairman is so jovial!
- Women are beautiful because of silk! With this perfect dress, we can be transformed into swans!
The connoisseurs immediately recognize the dresses and tops with the style of $ - a well-known national brand. The upper class nod and silently praise the beauty who knows how to please the chairman of the $ corporation. Modestly evaluating her own beauty, the wise beauty elevates the chairman's brainchild.
The fashion magnate smiles tactfully. No one knows a father better than his son. The son replaces his father, giving a quick kiss on the back of the butterfly's hand.
The beautiful women don't care about the almsgiving attitude. The attitude of the superior will lead the butterflies to approach the chairman's son. It's not the fame or the huge gold mine; the chairman's heir is the priceless treasure. The butterflies shyly close their beautiful wings and smile awkwardly.
Glancing at the butterflies secretly, the moth laughs like a flower, sweeter than honey. But the sharp eyes turn red again, and the mouth and tongue vent their anger on the cake. Gnawing the pain of being robbed of bait, the moth forgets that her friends and sisters are anxiously waiting to hand over the role of princess.
The moth bites the cake angrily, secretly hating the image of the chairman's son responding gently to a group of beautiful butterflies. The biggest piece of cake makes a gnashing and crunching sound. The angry sound drowns out the voice of the golden oriole echoing with bright laughter:
- Oh, Mr. Chairman, what wind brings your family here?
Everyone turns to the red carpet on the second floor. What makes all look up is a teenage girl with curly wavy reddish-brown hair braided into each strand and falling down her slender back. She is tall and slender, wearing a blood-red dress embroidered with lace patterns of luanniao flying and phoenix dancing.
The outfit proudly shapes her towering bust, while the lotus-leaf skirt clings to her fragile and slender body, flowing down to her heels at the back, and splitting at the front to reveal her small, long legs.
The girl raises her thin lips in a graceful manner. The arrogant smile that matches her gorgeous appearance is greeting the distinguished guests. The luxurious smile makes her flowery face and powdery white skin shine brilliantly, praising people of the same level as herself.
Everyone in the hall becomes invisible in the monolid eyes that are flashing golden light. Only the senior figures and the chairman's family shine brilliantly under the dazzling halo. That halo lifts the skirt of the noble going down to the hall, to entertain herself. The chairman happily greets his same kind.
Butterflies clasp their wine glasses tightly, and glance at the VIP who is warmly welcoming and praising the slut from the famous family. She smiles shyly, but a smile appears on her proud face. She glances at the beautiful women through her half-closed eyes, disdaining the high-end clothing on the beautiful butterfly's body.
This gown belongs to the most prestigious class in the $ corporation. The beautiful butterfly must labor tirelessly in bed day and night to own a luxury brand.
It is humiliating that a hundred days of spreading the crotch cannot compare to the cloth covering the half-season lady[2]. Gynecology has splashed in the stinking waste that clogs the brain, while the small mouth sprays fragrant flowers in the hotel lobby:
- Miss Nhu Y is still the same as before, nothing has changed!
- Her virtue is admirable!
- A daughter who is better than her father is a family that is blessed.
The arrogant girl named Nhu Y ignores the irony. She smiles at the chairman, her steps rhythmic like a charming lady of the West. The moths are angry at the beautiful butterfly, but they don't know how to release this anger.
The fame lady appears to vent all anger on their behalf, the savior also creates a golden opportunity to get close to the nobility. Every girl is attentive and flattering to please the king's son and the lord's grandson.
The beautiful butterfly raises her wine glass to hide a smirk, and glances at Nhu Y who raises her arms elegantly. Willow eyebrows gently poke itchy eyes, and the beautiful butterfly secretly resents the chairman who is solemnly kissing the back of Nhu Y's hand. His treatment is totally different from the giving-alms behavior he showed a few minutes ago.
Those who sell their bodies cheaply have their dignity despised. Yet they keep smiling and talking, like they've suffered countless other humiliations.
A group of moths cling to the aura like moths to a flame. After praising Nhu Y's beauty, they flirt with the chairman's son. Treasures still shine in the eyes of those who covet fame and fortune. The father and son smile and watch Nhu Y direct the comedy. She waves her hand and says nonchalantly:
- What the hell, there seems to be a strange smell in the hall?!
Everyone is surprised and looks at each other, a few of them raise their noses to smell the high-end perfume in the hall accompanied by the smell of expensive lipstick powder. In such a frivolous and luxurious place, what kind of smell can survive a fragrance so overwhelming it suffocates the nose?
Nhu Y looks around, walks around, and deliberately walks far away from the place where butterflies and moths are clinging to the chairman and his son.
- Wow, why is there no smell here!?
She pretends to be innocent and stupid and goes to another place, Nhu Y goes to each place away from butterflies and moths, frowning and looking hard to understand:
- So weird, that strange smell is gone!
Owl crow vaguely realizes that the play is about to reach its climax. Nhu Y returns to the chairman's family, and the female director immediately frowns:
- Sorry, Mr. Chairman, I don't mean to offend you, but for some reason, every time I come here, I'm allergic to this strong smell that's like butterfly pollen!
Nhu Y suddenly turns up her nose and sneezes at the butterflies and moths. She swings her arms and bumps into the waitresses, and the wine in the bottles and glasses splashes onto the clothes of the fame-seekers.
The moths stare at the wet skirts and clothes, Their 'good feelings' and gloating towards Nhu Y, which have helped them vent their anger, evaporate in the corners of their eyes, which are red after losing, and they begin gnashing their teeth at the people who have just taken away their fame. The slutty lady still hasn't satisfied her half-season nature, she also destroys an effective hunting tool.
In contrast to the dissatisfied attitude, the butterflies at night purse their lips slightly, and the cyanotic anger immediately disappears under the attitude of a bad compromise is better than a good lawsuit.
Hidden in the gentleness is the hatred that their status is lower than that of their opponents, so the butterflies have to put on a smile of enduring humiliation, every fault needs pardon:
- It's okay, I'm used to careless situations!
- Ask for permission to go to the bathroom!
The chairman's family and guests are all amused by the comedy, and implicitly give a thumbs up to praise the talented female director.
Nhu Y apologizes profusely, but the corners of her mouth curl up proudly in response to the crowd of toadying to women. She watches the angry moths leave the hall. The crow owl casts a cheap look, and glances at Nhu Y who silently follows the group of moths.
The comedy has just begun, good drama still awaits ahead.
Notes
[1]Vietnamese proverb
Metaphor for eating so much of one or being satisfied with a desired dish that one gets sick of it. When you see something tastier or better, you no longer crave it. It also implies a dissolute person, a lecher, or someone who is only interested in physical pleasures. After playing for a while, one loses interest and don't want to see your sexual partner or lover again, or even abandon him or her or treat him or her worse than a stranger.
[2] Vietnamese proverb
It means that this is a princess-like personality, capricious, contemptuous, arrogant, disrespectful to anyone, likes others to pay attention to themselves, likes others to cater to their wishes.