Sweet Love 1V1: Spoiled by The Executive

In the banquet hall, Wang Yazhi joyfully rushed around, instructing the servants to finish the last bits of decorating.

Madame Ruan walked over. She was wearing a golden cheongsam. "Wang Yazhi," she said, "look at the time! What are you busy with?"

Wang Yazhi turned around and saw Madame Ruan in her gorgeous outfit. Her eyes lit up. She said, "Hey Mom! You look fabulous in that cheongsam! You look like the empress of the Qing dynasty!"

Madame Ruan rolled her eyes at Wang Yazhi and said, "I am asking you something! It's already this time. What are you doing here? Go and get changed and do your makeup! Do you want people to see you in this outfit when they arrive?" Madame Ruan pointed to the stained dress Wang Yazhi was wearing. "You used to be the person who paid the most attention to your looks, didn't you? Why did you become a mess now that you are a grandmother?"

Wang Zhiya was stunned. She lowered her head and saw her dress was marked by some chocolate from the cake. Her expression changed, and she seemed to think it was the end of the world. Wang Yazhi said, "Gosh! I like this dress! Now I can't wear it anymore."

"What are you waiting for? Go get dressed up!" Madame Ruan shook her head helplessly. "Mr. Zhong can take care of things here. You are not needed."

"Yes, Madame. Please go and prepare. There is not much time left." Mr. Zhong agreed with Madame Ruan.

It was the butler's job to supervise the servants here, but Wang Zhiya insisted on doing it herself. Actually, she did not even do much. She simply stood in the banquet hall, watched the servers work seamlessly, and said a few things here and there.

Wang Yazhi finally took a look at the time and said, "Gosh! I'll never be able to make it! Mr. Zhong, is my stylist here?"

Mr. Zhong nodded helplessly. "Yes. I have told you a few times already." This new grandmother was completely distracted by the venue's decorations and did not hear a single word Mr. Zhong had said.

"Oh! Alright. I need to get there now. I'll leave everything to you then, Mr. Zhong!" Wang Yazhi rushed off once she finished the sentence.

Seeing Wang Yazhi run off, Madame Yuan signed and said, "Thank god that my grandson married that lass. If he had married a simpleton too, I'd be on my way to see god now."

Mr. Zhong chuckled behind Madame Ruan. From the things she said, it seemed like Wang Yazhi was never good enough, but in her heart, Wang Yazhi was the most dear to her.

The top management of Zhi Ya Entertainment had made the one-month-old party of Tiny Rice Ball the top priority. All artists and employees who would attend the party must be styled in the company at the same time. The top styling director in Zhi Ya Entertainment was in charge of the styling of this event. Every dress, all makeup and each hairstyle were selected and designed by him. Even the brands of the makeup were carefully chosen.

Pan Tingmei was led to a stand-alone makeup room by the staff. She had dreamt of her own makeup room. Looking at the pile of high-end makeup on the dressers and the luxury brand formal dresses hung on the shelf behind, Pan Tingmei felt she was in heaven.

The next steps were being got ready by the stylist and the makeup artist. She let them pick the dress for her. She did not need to lift a finger, just co-operate and enjoy.

Pan Tingmei focused on the way she was feeling in her heart. She swore to herself that she would always have this feeling in the future.

Tonight, she would have Cheng Chen!

Pan Tingmei saw herself as equal to those female artists who had already made their debuts. With that thought in mind, Pan Tingemei threw back her shoulders. Looking at herself getting dressed up and becoming more and more attractive, she believed that no man could ever say no to her.