The first time was the invitation card she had earned through hard work, and the second time was the haute couture dress bought with a fortune by the Su family, both of which were overshadowed by Su Ci, that clownish girl. Why does Su Ci get all the attention? Could it be because of that bald old man she found? Who exactly is this bald old man, and how did he manage to elevate Su Ci like this? "Grandma, no matter how Su Ci dresses up, she still has a scar on her face, and she's still an ugly girl," Su Wan'er quickly said. At that moment, Su Ci turned her face, revealing a clear scar on her right cheek. People began to whisper again, "That flower fairy is beautiful indeed, but it's such a pity she has a scar on her face." Madam Su was somewhat distracted, murmuring regretfully, "What a pity, what a pity, if only Su Ci didn't have that scar on her face..." Su Wan'er has always been confident in her beauty, but now she felt a strong sense of crisis. She thought about how beautiful Su Ci would be without that scar, how she would be the most beautiful daughter of the Su family, perhaps the most stunning in the entire city, and how many men would fall for her. It was too terrifying, too terrifying, Su Wan'er forced herself not to think recklessly. After all, that scar was real, and Su Ci was still that clownish girl from the countryside! "Let's not bother with Su Ci anymore. Later, the first dance of the Fu family's head will be auctioned off to all the ladies and daughters of prestigious families. Whichever lady bids the highest can dance the first dance with the head of the Fu family." "The bids from the ladies will all be donated to the charity box for good causes. In ancient times, people would throw away a fortune for a beauty's smile; now, it's the beauties who are generously bidding thousands for a dance with President Fu."

“Wan'er, you must bid later. Our Su family will be your strongest support, no matter how much money it takes, we'll let you charge forward.” With the old lady's words, Su Wan'er felt reassured. She was determined to dance the first dance with the person in charge of the Fu family and reclaim her territory. Let that clown girl, Su Ci, have her moment of glory for now. Su Ci entered the hall and quickly found a secluded corner to be alone. She really didn't want to be here; it was Fu Nancheng who pushed her to come. The desserts here looked quite delicious, and she was a bit hungry. Su Ci set her eyes on a piece of milk pudding and took a bite. “Miss, what's your name? I've never seen you before,” a rich second-generation approached her to strike up a conversation. Although Su Ci had a scar on her face, she was too dazzling tonight, which still attracted the person trying to chat her up. Su Ci didn't want to pay attention to this person, so she moved to the side with her milk pudding. The rich second-generation wanted to continue chatting, but at this moment, the hall erupted, “Look, President Fu is here!”

"The head of the Fu family, Fu Nancheng, has arrived! As his tall and imposing figure appeared at the doorway, the hall quickly fell silent, and an aisle was automatically cleared for him as if a monarch had arrived. Upon entering, he casually handed the documents in his hand to Secretary Song behind him. He was dressed in a classic male god's attire—white shirt, black trousers, and a handmade black suit on the outside, with a white pocket square tucked into his suit pocket, exuding an air of noble reserve and extraordinary distinction. His two powerful and proud long legs stepped on the red carpet, each step striking a resonant and intimidating aura. His deep, narrow eyes would briefly sweep over the people around him, calm yet with a restrained and profound sharpness. Not many people were swept by his gaze; the capital tycoons of Yecheng all nodded to him in greeting."