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Village entrance.

The car door opened.

Jiang Xiaoyan wore sunglasses that covered half her face and a white faux vest that looked particularly comical for the season.

On the left is that huge fake Hermes bag.

To the right is a pink suitcase.

On her feet were her most precious pair of ten-centimeter-high replica red-soled high heels.

She took a deep breath, struck what she considered her most graceful pose, and prepared to receive the astonished gazes of the entire village.

She had thought that her top-notch fashion outfit from the "metropolis" would cause a sensation throughout the village, like the arrival of a queen.

Perhaps, there will even be a red carpet stretching from the village entrance all the way to the door of her future CEO's office.

She wasn't greeted by a red carpet.

It's a quagmire.

Just as she stepped out with her left foot, preparing to land gracefully.

"Pfft—"

That sharp heel, carrying all her dreams of becoming a socialite, landed precisely in a puddle left by the water truck that had passed by yesterday.

"oops!"

Jiang Xiaoyan let out a scream!

"My shoes!"

In a panic, she tried to pull her foot out.

Too much force.

The feet were pulled out, and the person was bare.

Under the big locust tree at the village entrance, several elderly men and women who were playing chess and chatting all turned to look at him as if he were a monkey.

"Oh, isn't that Jianmin's daughter, Xiaoyan, who's been gone for several years?"

"It's her! My God! What is she wearing?"

"Wearing a white wool coat, whose grave are they going to put on a theatrical performance for?"

The villagers' chatter, though not loud, was like needles pricking Jiang Xiaoyan's ears.

Her face flushed red and then turned pale.

But the dignity of a socialite wouldn't allow her to break down on the spot!

She forced herself to remain calm, hopped on one foot, and awkwardly pulled the broken shoe out of the mud puddle.

He limped toward the village, trying to maintain his last shred of elegance.

"You don't understand."

She raised her chin at the villagers and spoke in a lecturing tone.

"This is called fashion, you know?"

"When I was in Shanghai, all the socialites in high society dressed like this."

The villagers looked at each other, their expressions as if they were looking at a fool.

Just then, a "putt-putt-putt" sound came from afar.

Wang Dagou drove his imposing Dongfanghong tractor past.

Upon seeing Jiang Xiaoyan limping, Wang Dagou kindly stopped his car.

"Hey! Isn't this Xiaoyan? What happened? Did you sprain your ankle?"

Wang Dagou poked his head out of the driver's seat and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Come on up! I'll give you a ride!"

He patted the mud-covered seat next to him.

"The back of the truck might smell a bit strong, though. I just hauled a load of pig manure for my fourth aunt's family!"

Jiang Xiaoyan looked at the tractor that exuded a strong "rural atmosphere" and then smelled the scent in the air.

Her stomach churned violently.

She covered her nose with her hand with a look of disgust, as if smelling it for even a second longer would poison her.

"No!"

She refused decisively.

I prefer to walk!

"This kind of car doesn't suit my identity!"

Wang Dagou paused for a moment, then scratched his head.

"Huh...what light stopped?"

He didn't understand, assuming that city people always had such difficulty speaking, so he smiled sheepishly and drove off in his tractor.

Jiang Xiaoyan watched the tractor drive away and sneered inwardly.

A bunch of bumpkins!

However, she hadn't even taken two steps.

From a nearby courtyard, a large, fierce-looking white goose burst out with a "quack quack quack" sound!

That goose was the village's "goose tyrant," fiercer than a dog at guarding the house.

It saw the white mink vest that Jiang Xiaoyan was wearing, and seemed to regard it as some kind of provocative creature!

The big white goose stretched its neck, spread its wings, and like a fighter jet flying at low altitude, rushed straight towards Jiang Xiaoyan!

"ah--!!"

Jiang Xiaoyan's carefully maintained socialite image completely collapsed at this moment!

She threw down her suitcase, picked up the broken high heel, and staged a thrilling "human-goose chase" on the wide "Jiang Wanshan Avenue" in the village.

Finally, Jiang Xiaoyan arrived at the gate of Jiang Chen's grand courtyard in an extremely disheveled state, tumbling and crawling.

Her hair was messy, her makeup was ruined, and there were a few goose feathers and some unknown stains on her white vest.

Just as she was leaning against the door, panting heavily, preparing to tidy her appearance.

The courtyard gate opened.

Su Qing was dressed very simply today, in a light-colored Chanel haute couture casual suit without any unnecessary embellishments. However, the top-quality fabric and perfect tailoring accentuated her tall figure to the fullest.

She was wearing a pair of ordinary white sneakers.

Her face was covered in barely noticeable light makeup.

But the confidence, composure, and elegance that emanated from within instantly captivated everyone present.

Jiang Xiaoyan stared blankly at Su Qing in front of her.

What a beautiful girl!

But soon, a strange sense of superiority welled up in her heart.

She looked Su Qing up and down carefully, examining her clothes thoroughly.

The brand of the clothes is not visible.

The shoes are just ordinary white sneakers.

Where's your bag? You didn't even bring a bag!

In an instant, Jiang Xiaoyan formed a judgment about Su Qing.

She's alright looking, but unfortunately, she's too unsophisticated!

They have absolutely no sense of style!

She must have come from some remote mountain village, relying on her looks to trick my cousin into buying her a car.

Jiang Xiaoyan's heart was filled with disdain.

Someone like that isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes!

She didn't even notice that Su Qing's seemingly ordinary white sneakers had a discreet logo that she could never afford.

Jiang Xiaoyan believes that her imported mink vest, worth "several thousand yuan," and the Hermes designer bag in her hand are enough to completely overwhelm the other party in terms of aura.

How can a cheap street vendor's item compare to my "socialite" status?