After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

"Oh, it's a good day today!" Zhang Cuihua didn't catch the sarcasm in the other person's words at all. Instead, she became even more enthusiastic and began to subtly show off her precious daughter:

"Mrs. Li, you don't know, our Qingqing is currently in Switzerland for a promotional tour."

"Oh my, several major European banks are lining up to invest in our Su Group, begging to become our shareholders! The valuation has already reached several billion! Once she comes back and the company goes public, I'll have her go to Paris and bring me a few of these limited editions..."

Mrs. Li paused slightly in her wine glass, then gave a perfunctory smile.

"Is that so? Miss Su is indeed young and promising."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and just then a socialite from a truly prestigious family walked by. Mrs. Li immediately put on a warm and sincere smile, took the other woman's hand, and started chatting about a famous painting she had recently bought at Christie's auction house.

Zhang Cuihua was left standing to the side.

Her mouth was agape, her smile frozen, and the boastful words she had prepared stuck in her throat. She stood like a clown next to two real socialites, unable to get a word in edgewise.

Feeling embarrassed, Su Ming quickly tugged at her arm: "Alright, stop making a fool of yourself, let's go inside."

"What's so embarrassing about it? This is called social interaction! What do you know!"

Although Zhang Cuihua felt aggrieved, she still stubbornly shook off Su Ming's hand and muttered angrily in a low voice:

"These snobbish women, just wait until Qingqing's company is big enough, then they'll be all groveling to me! Let's go, let's go in!"

……

Just as Zhang Cuihua and Su Ming slunk into the banquet hall...

At the end of the red carpet in front of the Grand Hyatt Hotel, a suppressed gasp suddenly rang out. Even the reporters, who were used to seeing luxury cars, all pointed their cameras at the intersection.

"Buzz—"

A deep, beast-like engine roar pierced the night sky.

This is not the sound of an ordinary sports car, but the deep and majestic sound unique to top-tier luxury cars.

A pure black Rolls-Royce Phantom Extended Wheelbase slowly drove into the red carpet area.

"Whose car is this? That license plate...it's the Qin family's car!"

"Wasn't Qin Donghai, the head of the Qin Group, already in jail?"

"Young Master Qin usually drives a sports car, why is he in a Rolls-Royce today? Is there someone more important in the car?"

Amidst the curious and inquisitive gazes of the crowd, the Rolls-Royce came to a smooth stop.

The driver, wearing white gloves, quickly got out of the car and respectfully opened the back door.

Followed by.

Qin Lang, dressed in an extremely sophisticated haute couture tuxedo and with his hair neatly combed, climbed out of the car.

He ignored the surrounding crowd's chatter, turned around, bent down slightly, and personally reached out to block the top of the car door.

"Brother Lin, we've arrived."

This one move instantly ignited the entire audience!

"Holy crap! Who is he blocking the car door for?!"

"Who else in Jiangcheng, besides Old Master Ye, would have the eldest son of the Qin family personally act as a doorman? Could Old Master Ye be in the car too?"

"Impossible, Elder Ye has already gone in!"

Under the breathless gaze of everyone in the audience.

A young man dressed in a white chef's uniform calmly stepped out of the Rolls-Royce worth millions.

This moment.

The air on both sides of the red carpet seemed to freeze.

"Who...who is this?"

"A cook? Riding in a Rolls-Royce Phantom? Am I seeing things?"

Faced with the astonished and puzzled looks around him.

Just then.

The other door of the Rolls-Royce was also opened.

A long, slender leg emerged from inside the car door, its skin dazzlingly white under the lights.

Then, a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a deep V-neck black starry haute couture evening gown that perfectly showcased her enviable figure and exuded a cool and noble aura, gracefully stepped out of the car.

Her starry dress shimmered under the flashlights, as if she were wearing the entire Milky Way.

"Wow—what a beautiful woman!"

"That aura is amazing! Who's this big star? I've never seen them on the red carpet before!"

While all the reporters and guests were marveling at the stunning beauty of the woman in the black dress, she completely ignored the flashing camera lights.

Instead, this stunningly beautiful woman, with her aloof and elegant demeanor, turned around, bent slightly, and stretched out her hands into the carriage. Her previously cold voice instantly became so gentle it could melt hearts.

"Tuantuan, be good, slow down, Auntie will carry you down."

Then, to the astonishment of the entire audience...

A little girl, dressed in a pink tutu and wearing a sparkly crown, looking as delicate as a porcelain doll, was carefully carried out, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"dad……"

Suddenly faced with so many dazzling flashes of light and a noisy crowd, Tuantuan shrank back in fear, her little hands tightly wrapped around Shen Man's neck, turning her head to look for the figure that made her feel safe.

Faced with the surging tide of reporters, Lin Fan frowned slightly.

He wore this chef's uniform today to show his identity—he is a chef.

However, he underestimated the sensational effect of Qin Lang's Phantom long-wheelbase version.

"Young Master Qin."

Lin Fan turned to look at Young Master Qin, who was directing his bodyguards to stop people, and said calmly:

"There are too many people and it's too noisy in front of us. Let's go in through another door."

Upon hearing this, Qin Lang was first taken aback, then suddenly slapped his forehead, his face full of regret:

"Oh dear! Look at my stupid brain! My bad, my bad!"

"Brother Lin, I was so focused on getting you here with the highest level of hospitality that I forgot these reporters are as annoying as flies, they scared our whole group!"

Qin Lang immediately abandoned his usual carefree demeanor, his face darkened, and he shouted loudly at the bodyguards around him:

"What are you all standing there for? Didn't you see you've scared the child? Get them separated!"

Several burly bodyguards in black immediately stepped forward and forcibly tore a path through the frenzied crowd of reporters.

"Brother Lin, this way! Old Zhao left a door open for us in the VIP staff entrance on the side of the hotel. No one will bother us there, and it leads directly to the back of the banquet hall!"

Qin Lang personally led the way.

Lin Fan, holding Tuantuan in his arms, turned around calmly.

Wearing high heels and lifting her skirt, Shen Man followed closely beside Lin Fan like a dutiful "nanny," even using her limited-edition bag to shield Tuan Tuan from the side lights.

And so, amidst the astonished gazes of all the reporters and guests present.

This mysterious man, escorted by Jiangcheng's top young tycoon, beautiful socialites, and carrying an adorable child, and dressed in a chef's uniform, didn't even glance at the hundred-meter red carpet symbolizing his status and position. He turned around and walked towards the other side of the hotel without looking back.

Only a group of reporters were left standing on the red carpet, bewildered in the wind.

"They're... leaving already?"

"He didn't even let us get a clear picture of his face!"