Zhou Zixian looked triumphantly at the stage, her eyes filled with mocking light. She had drunk a bit too much just now and felt an urge to visit the restroom, but she forcefully held it back!
Because she couldn’t wait to see Ni Yang make a fool of herself!
What if she missed it because she went to the restroom?
So what if she’s beautiful?
Even if she’s beautiful, she’s just a gorgeous imbecile.
Ni Yang glanced at the audience below before slowly beginning to speak.
"Respected guests and dear friends, good afternoon to everyone—"
Following a brief introduction in Chinese, she switched to French.
A string of fluent French spread through the air, and the chaotic wedding scene suddenly quieted down as everyone’s gaze turned towards the stage.
Oh my god!
The girl on stage was too beautiful for words!
Her beauty was breathtaking even without makeup; every frown and smile exuded endless charm.
Her scent wafted through the gentle breeze, beauty evident in her skin and bones.
Importantly, her French was incredibly fluent and pure, offering an unparalleled auditory feast!
Her presence was overwhelming, a towering figure to look up to.
Zhou Zixian, who had been waiting for a laugh, froze in shock.
Her face turned slightly pale.
What, what’s happening?
She, she actually speaks French?
Although Zhou Zixian herself did not speak French and could not understand it, she could tell from the reactions of those around her.
Ni Yang was speaking very well!
Exceptionally well!
Li Dai was also slightly startled, the disdainful expression that initially lingered in his eyes slowly turned to shock, and involuntarily, he sat up straighter.
Having spent six years in F Country, he considered his conversational skills quite decent. Yet, compared to the person on stage, he fell far short!
If one were to only hear the voice without seeing the person, one might think the speaker was from F Country!
Her voice was impeccable.
The cheongsam, which Li Dai initially didn’t think much of, also began to come alive.
The cheongsam best highlights the charm of Eastern women. Moreover, it’s a peculiar garment—only those with the looks, figure, and aura can truly bring it to life.
Worn improperly, it’s no different from a receptionist’s uniform.
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