Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire

25: Chapter 25 Jealousy 25: Chapter 25 Jealousy An Xin, dressed in a tight, backless white gown, sat down next to her with a glass of wine, smiling with alluring charm.

An Ruo couldn’t tell if it was her imagination, but she thought she detected a hint of sourness in An Xin’s tone.

An Ruo glanced at her, saying nothing in response.

An Xin’s gaze fell upon the dress An Ruo wore that day, a flash of jealousy shining in her eyes.

An Ruo was dressed in a Blue and White Porcelain Phoenix Qipao, which was tailor-made for her, every detail thoughtfully designed to perfectly complement her gentle curves.

An Ruo herself was a woman steeped in an air of scholarly grace.

Wearing the vintage Blue and White Porcelain Qipao, she added a unique beauty and charm to her presence.

It was as if she were an ancient beauty stepping out from a painting, untouched by the trivialities of the mortal world, making all other glamours pale in comparison.

An Xin was envious of An Ruo’s beauty.

What made her even more jealous was that this Qipao was none other than the latest masterpiece of the world’s top fashion designer, Amy.

When that outfit was first presented to the world, someone offered ten million to purchase it, but even then Amy didn’t agree.

She said that only the true owner of the dress could buy it.

That statement was contradictory.

It should have been said that whoever purchased the dress would be its owner.

Yet, Amy insisted that the dress would choose its owner, rather than being chosen by someone.

Now that the dress was worn by An Ruo, what did that imply?

It implied An Ruo was that fortunate owner!

And An Xin had to admit, the dress did indeed suit An Ruo extraordinarily well.

An Xin found herself feeling somewhat inferior, realizing An Ruo seemed to be God’s favorite.

Not only was she a naturally stunning and ethereal-looking person, but she had also become the wife of Tang Yuchen, the highly esteemed and venerated Young Lady of the Tang Family.

Even a perfect outfit had chosen her as its owner.

Why was An Ruo’s fate so enviable?

Could it be that being beautiful makes it easy to receive God’s special favor?

The more An Xin thought about it, the more jealous and uncomfortable she felt inside.

Suppressing her inner resentment, she forced a somewhat twisted smile and said, “An Ruo, although you married Mr.

Tang and can live the life of a wealthy lady, don’t get too carried away.

Don’t forget the rumors outside—the ones saying that Mr.

Tang is jinxed with wives.

Have you heard how his previous five wives died?

I’ve heard quite a bit and wouldn’t mind sharing it all with you.”
An Ruo looked at her again, her gaze lowered as she spoke indifferently, “I’m not interested in knowing.”
An Xin laughed smugly, “That’s true, after all, they died so early and so tragically, you’d surely feel uncomfortable hearing about it.

But there was one who lived quite long—seems like she was his third wife, who died in a car accident two months after marrying him.

That’s somewhat bearable, but there was another who died even more tragically, rumored to have been kidnapped, raped, and murdered…”
An Ruo abruptly stood up, speaking coldly, “Discussing the deceased, don’t you think that’s the utmost disrespect to them?”
An Xin was caught off guard, just about to burst out, when suddenly the sound of many glasses falling echoed through the hall.

The scene immediately became chaotic, with some of the more timid women even screaming.

An Ruo quickly looked over, her expression changing slightly.

For some unknown reason, a huge champagne tower had suddenly collapsed, and by sheer coincidence, it had fallen right onto Tang Yuchen.

The man tried to block it with his hand while dodging, and he injured his hand, the fresh blood drip-dripping on the floor, a shocking sight to behold.