In the presidential suite of the Milton Hotel, Han Ruixin was already sitting at the dressing table early on, various stylists and makeup artists taking turns at her to transform her into an angelic beauty.
As the time approached noon, Han Ruixin's heart had long since floated away to who knows where. Mrs. Han, looking at her daughter dressed in a bridal gown and beautified, felt incredibly delighted. Her daughter was beautiful, and it was a natural, innate beauty. How could that Ye Shu possibly compare?
"Mommy, when are we leaving? I'm afraid if we don't leave soon, we'll miss the timing!" Han Ruixin anxiously said.
Mrs. Han was unperturbed, "Daughter, there's no rush. What's the point of going so early? It's better to arrive cleverly than early. We need to make a grand entrance when all the media are getting anxious. That's how we can maximize the exposure of your beautiful moments with Shaochen and possibly achieve our goal."
