Mother Liu Mei's Qipao

Elegant Residence was not somewhere ordinary people could afford to dine. Yet Lin Cheng spoke of going there as casually as eating at a roadside stall—and he did not even dare charge them.

Everyone praised the idea. Some privately regretted not offering to arrange it themselves.

Liu Mei was undoubtedly one of the day's highlights. She was not the guest of honor, and the dress she wore was nearly thirty years old, but she still drew every eye.

Guests who did not know her even tried to strike up conversations. After all, an occasion like this was a fine chance to make new friends.

But once they learned she was Zhang Yang's mother, their interest turned to respect. None dared harbor any other ideas.

Her well-fitted qipao showed off a graceful figure, despite her being over forty. She had not earned it by sweating in a gym, either. Years of farmwork had done that.

With a little makeup applied by Cheng Dongxue and Lin Xiaofei, her pretty face was another highlight.

No one noticed that Liu Mei's qipao was old. Instead, they took it for a vintage style and thought Zhang Yang's mother had excellent taste.

Zhang Yang had already admired his mother's outfit at home. Now, as he led the guests out to eat, he saw her again and could not help taking another look.

Her lovely face gave no hint of her true age. She also wore a trace of stubbornness in her expression—a trait Zhang Yang had inherited perfectly.

Seeing him study her, Liu Mei grew a little embarrassed.

"I haven't dressed like this in ages. I didn't make a fool of myself and embarrass you in front of your guests, did I?"

It had been so long since Liu Mei had attended such a grand occasion