Against all expectations, the Top socialite, after such a humiliating incident, did not hide away to secretly cry, nor did she find a man for comfort... perhaps she did, but whether he was willing to comfort her or not, no one knew.
But anyway, right now, this Top socialite not only showed no sign of dejection or sadness, she even appeared before everyone with a triumphant air.
She pushed Old Madam's wheelchair, with a smile on her face, walking through the main entrance, neither sad nor sullen, exuding elegance and grace.
You really can't deny, this temperament, absolutely fits the title of a socialite, but as for being the Top one, well, that's up for debate.
After all, who could really say who's the first or second in such matters—it's all in the eye of the beholder.
"Old Madam, how are you feeling now? Is there any discomfort?"
Yu Wanqing, who was pushing Old Madam's wheelchair, would occasionally lean in close to her ear and ask softly.
