On Saturday evening, Jiang Xun went with the Jiang Family to a business reception.
Jiang Zixing did not come along this time. His foot had yet to heal.
The reception was held in the banquet hall of an upscale hotel, and the guests all belonged to City A's upper circles. Ostensibly, it was a chance to connect and deepen friendships, but in reality, everyone was using it to cultivate connections and discuss business.
Beneath the banquet hall's high, brightly lit ceiling, elegantly dressed guests conversed with polished manners, raising their glasses and exchanging toasts.
When Jiang Xun appeared beside Jiang Father and Jiang Mother, he attracted quite a bit of attention.
The reason was simple.
The last time he had appeared at a public event like this, he had only just transmigrated into the original owner's body.
He had been dark-skinned and unfashionable, with long bangs. Even an expensive suit could not turn him into a refined young gentleman. It had only made him look ridiculous, reducing him to a joke people shared over tea.
But things were different now.
Jiang Xun wore a tailored black three-piece suit that accentuated his slender, upright figure.
His short black hair had been carefully styled, revealing his forehead and the handsome, delicate contours of his brows and eyes.
His skin was neither dark nor rough. Without his bangs hiding his face, the strengths of his face shape and features were apparent. Excellent bone structure paired with equally attractive features, each complementing the other.
The small scar above his left eye was visible too, but that minor flaw did nothing to diminish his beauty.
Most importantly, his bearing had changed. At a banquet filled with prominent guests, every movement he made was perfectly natural, without a trace of discomfort. Even his glances and gestures