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Chapter 693 Cinderella, Beautician, Rich and Beautiful
After having a satisfying spicy hot pot meal with Ding Yao.

Qian Lele had a fulfilling and busy afternoon.

She rushed back to the teaching building and forced herself to finish two sleep-inducing "Principles of Computer Networks" classes.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed to the lab and completed the remaining data labeling tasks for the day, leaving no data out.

Until it was completely dark outside the window, only the cold light of the computer screen remained in the laboratory.

She took off her headphones, stretched, and let out a long sigh of relief.

But I felt a comfortable sense of peace inside.

Back in my dorm, I quickly took a hot shower.

Open the closet.

After hesitating for a moment, she reached inside and took out a light pink gift box.

Inside was the outfit that Tang Song had given her when he accompanied her to Ding Yao's birthday party.

V-neck jacquard dress, color-blocked cashmere shawl/scarf, color-blocked Chanel-style open-back heels, and a double C necklace.

For her, it was like being transformed from Cinderella into a princess by magic.

She always cherished it and never wore it.

Qian Lele gently bit her lip and changed into the clothes one by one.

I applied a layer of BB cream and then put on lipstick.

Finally, I put on a long down jacket over it—I bought it during an off-season sale. Although it wasn't particularly fashionable, it was clean and neat.

Looking at my refreshed appearance in the mirror.

A bright smile appeared on her face.

"Ring ring—" The cell phone rang.

The call connected. "Hello, Ding Yao."

"Okay, I'll be right downstairs."

After hanging up the phone, Qian Lele looked at her ordinary bag that she had bought for a little over a hundred yuan, and her face felt a little hot.

I told myself, "Keep going!"

He slung it over his shoulder decisively and strode out.

Stepping out of the dormitory, a night breeze hits my face.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the air was damp and chilly, typical of early winter.

She tightened the collar of her down jacket and her gaze fell on the black SUV not far away.

Ding Yao was leaning against the car door, waving at her.

The moment Qian Lele got into the car, she was enveloped in the soft leather seats.

The ambient lighting underfoot cast a subtle orange glow, and the car was filled with a delicate, luxurious fragrance.

"This car is really nice," she couldn't help but exclaim softly.

As Ding Yao skillfully started the car, she said with a smile, "This is my mom's Mercedes GLE. I borrowed it specifically to drive. Tonight is an occasion like this, so I have to put on a good show."

The car smoothly merged into the traffic.

Su Yu's sensual voice slowly rose from the speakers.

It glides across one's heart like silk.

Ding Yao hummed along softly to the melody, chatting with Qian Lele about their idol, Su Yu.

His face radiated genuine passion.

She embarked on the path of music because of Su Yu, and is now striving to break into the entertainment industry.

Making money is secondary; what I hope to do is one day meet my idol, or even share the stage with him.

This is also why she so desperately wants to join Tangzong Entertainment.

Qian Lele leaned back in the soft, comfortable passenger seat, listening to her friend's story while watching the neon lights rushing past the window.

At that moment, she suddenly felt—

Everyone seems to be trying to get closer to the "light" in their heart.

Then who is the "light" for the older brother?
...

Because it was rush hour, and the TC Club is located in Chang'an District, which is quite far from their school.

The car drove for almost an hour, stopping and starting, before finally arriving at its destination.

As the Mercedes drove away from the bustling main road and turned into a quiet side road.

Qian Lele subconsciously held her breath.

In the darkness, a three-story detached building appeared outside the windshield.

High walls, warm lights, glass curtain walls, and dark gray stone intertwine.

The entire building is understated yet extremely luxurious.

There was no obvious sign at the entrance.

There was only a brass plaque embedded in the black marble wall.

It has two English letters engraved on it – “TC”.

At this moment, Qian Lele felt as if she had returned to that night when she was sitting in the Tang Song Bentley to attend her birthday party.

Nervous, expectant, and with a touch of unease about the unknown world.

Ding Yao parked her car in the visitor area outside the gate.

He turned back, smiled, and winked at her: "How about that? Pretty imposing, huh?"

"It really is high-end," Qian Lele whispered.

"Come on, don't be nervous. We're members today, let's go in and enjoy the service."

"Ah."

Step onto the garden path paved with gravel.

Along the garden path, landscape lights, like stars, are embedded in the low lawn, soft yet expensive.

Before we even got close to the door, two waiters in custom-made uniforms came to greet us.

They were tall and graceful, bowing slightly.

"Good evening, welcome to TC Private Club. Please show your membership card."

Ding Yao smiled and handed over the gold-embossed card.

The waiter took it with both hands and gently scanned it on the verification table at the door.

"drop--"

A soft electronic sound rang out.

"Ms. Ding, is this your guest?"

"Yes, her name is Qian Lele, and she is my friend."

"Okay, please wait a moment, I need to register."

Qian Lele quickly stepped forward, whispered her name and contact information, and signed her name.

The heavy electronic door then slowly opened.

A gentle breeze carrying the scent of sandalwood and warmth wafted out from within.

Qian Lele's breath hitched.

The space in front of me.

It wasn't the kind of "high-end restaurant" or "upscale coffee shop" she had seen before.

Rather, it is a different kind of luxury, almost dreamlike.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the dome.

The floor is covered with marble tiles with light gold patterns.

The walls on both sides are decorated with artworks and collections of wine cabinets.

Every detail exudes understated luxury and style.

Guided by the waiter, the two checked their coats and took the elevator.

They were taken all the way to the third floor.

The moment the elevator doors opened,

What comes into view is an even more breathtaking world.

It is about 200 square meters.

The lighting was soft, and the background music was elegant.

The long table was set with exquisite desserts and a champagne tower.

Several waiters moved about among them, their manners respectful and rhythmic.

There were only about ten guests, almost all of whom were women.

They gathered together, chatting and laughing, their clothes fragrant and their hair elegant.

The jewelry she wore sparkled under the lights, even more dazzling than the crystal chandelier above her head.

They all exude a certain aura.

It was an aura that combined wealth, status, and confidence.

Even Ding Yao, who is usually very outgoing, unconsciously straightened her back at this moment.

They toned down their usual laughter and playfulness.

Although her family was relatively well-off, with her mother owning a successful restaurant, she knew very well that she was far from being able to socialize at that level.

She was able to come this time entirely because her father works as a consultant at that medical aesthetics chain.

I got this membership card by chance after connecting with that major shareholder.

But it's only temporary; I want to really join.

Not only does it require recommendations from at least two official members, but it also involves extremely rigorous qualification reviews and an annual fee of up to tens of thousands of yuan.

That's why she wanted to bring her friends; she was really afraid of feeling awkward.

She gently squeezed Qian Lele's hand and whispered, "Don't be nervous, we'll just keep a low profile for a bit. When that major shareholder shows up, my dad mentioned me to her before, so I'll go and meet her. If that doesn't work out, we can just go upstairs to the spa and relax."

"Mm." Qian Lele nodded, but her palms were already slightly sweaty.

She tried to maintain a calm expression.

But her beautiful almond-shaped eyes couldn't help but wander around.

This clubhouse is named "TC".

It's not just about luxury; it's more like a metaphor for a certain "class".

Every lamp here, every soft laugh.

All of this made her feel as if she were standing on the threshold of a completely new world.

Small and helpless.

...

Guided by the waiter, the two each received a glass of brightly colored juice.

Then, like two ducklings who had strayed into Swan Lake, they cautiously began to wander around the clubhouse.

They didn't dare to talk to anyone, but quietly passed by small groups of people chatting and laughing.

The topics that floated past their ears were things they could understand but didn't quite grasp.

From the latest fashion week runway looks to a family trust product launched by a private bank, and then to...

"...I heard that Isa Beauty has really gone all out this time. The next branch will be opened in the China World Trade Center opposite SKP in Beijing!"

"They're going to leave Yan Province and head straight for the capital."

"Of course! With Ms. Qian backing him up, Mr. Zhang is very confident now."

...

Hearing the title "President Qian"...

Ding Yao paused, immediately grabbed Qian Lele's hand, and whispered in her ear, "President Qian... is the shareholder I told you about, and also the big boss here." As she spoke, she pulled Lele along, pretending to admire a painting nearby.

I quietly stood on the periphery of this circle, listening intently.

A woman dressed in the style of a financial elite, holding a glass of champagne, said with a smile, "You don't know yet? President Qian's identity is far more than just a shareholder of [Isa Beauty Industry]."

She paused, enjoying the curious glances from those around her, and said slowly, "When I went to the capital last time to attend a charity gala, I ran into President Qian by chance. That's when I was invited to the TC Club. She's a board member of the Smile Charity Foundation."

"The Smile Charity Foundation?!"

"A council member? Really?"

The expressions of the women who had been chatting elegantly around them changed instantly.

Hearing the commotion, the others also curiously gathered around.

Qian Lele and Ding Yao were caught in the surging crowd and felt a little nervous.

They didn't understand any of this, so they could only strain their ears to listen to the buzzing conversations around them.

Soon, through their discussion, the two girls gradually came to understand the significance of this name.

They were all startled.

The Smile Charity Foundation is actually a non-public fundraising foundation initiated and established by the legendary Smile Holdings, which brings together countless well-known entrepreneurs and celebrities.

Those who were able to join were all influential figures in their respective fields.

Ding Yao's face was pale, and she felt uneasy.

She had originally hoped to use her father's status to chat with this mysterious "President Qian" and see if she could build a good relationship with him by virtue of their similar age.

Even if it's just to leave an impression, it's still a worthwhile trip.

But seeing things like this now, how could she dare to do it anymore!
"Lele..." Ding Yao quietly tugged at her friend's sleeve and whispered in her ear, "How about... we go upstairs for a spa? After that, we can play some games in the recreation room on the fourth floor."

Qian Lele glanced at her expression and instantly understood what she was thinking. She nodded gently, "Okay."

Being here, she actually felt a little suffocated.

The main problem is that everyone around me is a stranger, and they all have a powerful aura.

Just as the two were walking towards the door.

The heavy, intricately carved door was suddenly pushed open slowly from the outside.

The waiter at the door immediately bowed and greeted her, "President Qian!"

The words fell.

The once noisy lounge instantly fell silent.

All eyes turned to the doorway.

Qian Lele and Ding Yao also stopped in their tracks.

They knew that the real protagonist of the night had arrived.

The light shone softly on the doorway.

A tall, slender figure walked in.

She was an exceptionally beautiful woman.

She wore a gold halter-neck dress, the silky fabric with a metallic sheen tightly hugging her curvaceous figure.

Her bright red long hair was carefully styled into retro waves and casually draped over her snow-white shoulders.

She exuded an air of nobility, as if she were radiating light.

Ding Yao held her breath.

Qian Lele looked dazed.

He stared straight at Qianqian, who had suddenly appeared and seemed unfamiliar.

She didn't actually know much about this friend of the same age whom she met at Weiguang Coffee.

But I had a good impression.

The other person gave her a Chanel lipstick on their first meeting, and afterwards often gave her various skincare product samples.

Occasionally, she would suddenly come to Yancheng Normal University to find him, saying she wanted to experience the campus atmosphere.

Then they'd drag me along to the cafeteria for a meal, or to audit an open class.

She said she worked at a beauty salon.

Is that what it meant?

Is she a shareholder of Isa Beauty Industry? And a board member of the Smile Charity Foundation?
"President Qian!"

Good evening, Ms. Qian!

After a brief silence, the entire audience erupted in enthusiastic greetings.

Zhao Yaqian nodded in response with a faint smile.

Her long, slender legs shone in stiletto heels, each step exuding composure and confidence, her posture remarkably elegant.

Her height of 1.8 meters, coupled with high heels, made her stand out among the generally petite female guests.

Coupled with her distinguished status, she possesses a captivating aura.

Ding Yao subconsciously shrank her neck and gently tugged at Qian Lele's arm, signaling her to move aside.

At this moment.

Suddenly, Ms. Qian's gaze lingered on them.

A surprised and delighted smile appeared on her bright and beautiful face.

She strode forward, walking through the crowd that automatically made way for her.

Under the combined gaze of the lights and stares, he walked straight toward the two girls who had no time to react.

"Lele?!" Zhao Yaqian exclaimed in surprise, "It really is you! What are you doing here?"

Before she finished speaking, she had already opened her arms.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he gave Qian Lele a tight, fragrant hug.

Ding Yao's mind went blank on the spot.

What... what's going on?!

Lele...she...she actually knows President Qian?
And judging from their appearance, they seem to have a very good relationship?!

Feeling Zhao Yaqian's body heat and fragrance, Qian Lele's throat tightened. "I... I came with a friend... I didn't expect to run into you here..."

"What a coincidence!" Zhao Yaqian said with a genuine smile. She let go of Qian Lele's hand and then affectionately took her arm. "I've been wanting to invite you to come over for a while, but I knew you were busy with your studies, so I never found a suitable opportunity. Today is perfect! I finally caught you!"

Qian Lele opened her mouth, looking at the radiant "President Qian" in front of her, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Ding Yao, who was standing next to her, finally came to her senses, and a complex blush rose on her face.

She swallowed hard and stammered, "Lele...you...you know President Qian?"

Zhao Yaqian then noticed her and smiled as she extended her hand, saying, "Hello, I'm Lele's good friend, Zhao Yaqian."

"Hello! Hello! I...I am Lele's classmate, Ding Yao."

"Oh? You're Dr. Ding's daughter?" Zhao Yaqian's smile became even warmer. "I've heard him mention you before. Welcome, Yao Yao, to TC Club."

"Thank you, thank you, Ms. Qian!"

“Oh, right,” Zhao Yaqian said as if she suddenly remembered something, “the card that Dr. Ding got from me seems to be just a one-time trial card, right? Don’t rush to leave later, I’ll have someone turn you and Lele into full members.”

"Huh?" Ding Yao was completely stunned.

Zhao Yaqian then turned to Qian Lele and added with a smile, "Come over anytime when you're not busy. The spa and afternoon tea at TC are quite good."

"No need, I..." Qian Lele said somewhat awkwardly, "I guess I don't need to get a card..."

"Don't mention it," Zhao Yaqian interrupted her directly. "I've been wanting to give you a membership card, and today is the perfect day."

Ding Yao's voice trembled with excitement: "Thank you so much, President Qian!"

Her feelings at that moment were more thrilling than riding a roller coaster.

One second he was feeling inferior because he wasn't good enough, and the next second, he successfully made contact with Lele.

The annual membership card with a fee of 50,000 yuan was secondary; the main thing was that with this connection, she would have the opportunity to enter Tangzong Entertainment!

"No need to be so polite, just call me Qianqian!"

Seeing Zhao Yaqian, who seemed to have turned back into the familiar "Qianqian," Qian Lele's emotions finally calmed down a bit.

But she still said somewhat embarrassedly, "Well... I guess I won't need it."

"Don't overthink it. I've been wanting to give you a membership card for a while, but I just haven't found the right opportunity. Today's the perfect day, so don't be shy!"

Qian Lele wanted to say something more.

Zhao Yaqian didn't give her a chance to refuse, and directly took her hand and began to introduce the party to her.

They also took the opportunity to introduce her to the guests.

Qian Lele followed along, feeling dizzy and her smile was almost frozen.

More than ten minutes passed.

A waiter quickly walked to Zhao Yaqian's side.

He leaned down and whispered a few words in her ear.

Zhao Yaqian's smile faded slightly, and her expression instantly became somewhat tense and serious.

She thought for a moment, then turned to Qian Lele beside her and said in a coquettish tone, "Lele, I have a very important guest here. You...you come with me to greet him, okay?"

She's hosting this party.

Besides making a formal appearance in front of the recently recruited members, her main purpose was to complete the "social" task that Tang Song had given her.

She originally wanted Xiaoxue to come with her.

But when the other party heard who he wanted to see, his expression became very strange, and he refused to agree no matter what.

Qian Lele's relationship with Brother Song is clearly also quite special.

She had been planning to find an opportunity to confront him.

Taking her to meet this "new sister" beforehand was also a way to bolster my courage.

After all… she knew… Tang Song’s first girlfriend was her.

I was heartbroken for a long time when I saw the photo my cousin took.

At this time, one will naturally feel particularly nervous and uneasy.

Qian Lele looked at her big eyes that were filled with "please, please," and although she didn't understand what had happened, she still couldn't bring herself to refuse.

"Let's go."

Zhao Yaqian pulled her along, greeted the people around them, and then walked out of the bustling lounge.

The two walked a few steps forward, turned a corner, and arrived at the door of a lounge.

"Ms. Qian, Miss Tian is inside," the waiter at the door said respectfully.

Zhao Yaqian took a deep breath, gently knocked on the door, and then pushed it open and went inside.

Qian Lele followed her inside.

A soft white light flashed before my eyes.

Immediately afterwards, she saw the figure sitting upright on the sofa.

His expression froze again.

She was a girl with very fair skin, wearing a brown halter-neck dress.

Her jet-black hair, with its natural curls, was casually pulled back, and beneath her wispy bangs was a sweet and pretty face.

A few tiny diamonds adorned the corners of her eyes, adding a touch of glamour.

Of course, what truly shook Qian Lele was...

It's because she recognizes this person.

Previously, I saw my brother shopping with three girls at Minghui Shopping Mall, except for Lin Muxue.

One of them is the girl in front of us.

Qian Lele was deeply impressed by this beautiful, wealthy, and elegant woman who exuded a sense of superiority in every gesture.

(End of this chapter)