5:00 p.m.
Lanfeng International Hotel, 23rd floor.
In the private banquet hall's separate dressing room, the air was filled with the mingled scent of high-end cosmetics and perfume.
Xiao Jing sat in a soft makeup chair, allowing two top stylists to make the final adjustments to her makeup and hair.
She wore a Haute Couture Dress specially airlifted from Paris. The tiny diamonds scattered across the gown reflected a dazzling, dreamlike glow beneath the soft lighting.
Beside her, Xu Qing had also changed into her outfit and was standing before the mirror, somewhat awkwardly adjusting her skirt.
"Knock, knock, knock—" A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
A banquet butler dressed in a black business suit walked in.
He said softly, "Miss Tian, the venue has been arranged, and the reception hall on the west side is ready as well. You may head over now."
"Got it. Thank you."
The stylists then stopped what they were doing and left with the butler.
Xiao Jing flashed a sweet smile at the mirror, then turned to Xu Qing.
With a sly smile, she said, "Qing Qing, it's my birthday today. You can't steal Tang Song Gege from me."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Xu Qing pouted.
She felt that Xiao Jing had insisted on bringing her here solely for the wicked fun of catching the wife in the act, while also staking her claim and establishing her position as the "Main Wife."
But Tang Song also had people like Shangguan Qiuya and Wen Ruan around him.
There would be a whole mess of things to deal with in the future.
She could not be bothered—or rather, did not dare—to get involved. Xiao Jing smiled sweetly, stepped forward, took Xu Qing's hand, and suddenly lowered her voice.
"Don't be unhappy. We'll be good