Chapter 1212 - The Owner of Boya Pavilion (1/2)

Why is there a delay in the start of the gala?

The same question popped up in the heads of all the other ladies present.

Everyone unanimously shifted their gazes onto Wen Xinya, who was the only guest who had shown up late. Since they were all busy chatting with each other, no one took note of the time, and Wen Xinya only showed up three minutes before the start of the gala. Hence, everyone thought that Wen Xinya was late.

They thought that Wen Xinya was the reason for the delay.

After all, Wen Xinya was Old Mr. Mo’s granddaughter and even if they did not take her seriously, they would have to show Old Mr. Mo some face.

Everyone began to feel upset and displeased with Wen Xinya.

Wen Xinya had to admit that Xia Ruya had pulled a brilliant move this time.

Yet, Xia Ruya did not explicitly spell out anything at all. Others wouldn’t be so silly as to voice their opinions either. If Wen Xinya were to get flustered and try to explain herself, she would just be admitting that the delay was caused by her.

Indeed, Xia Ruya always had a way to make life hard for her, regardless of the occasion.

At this moment, the mysterious owner of Boya Pavilion walked towards them slowly with four judges. “Welcome to the Heiress Gala’ held by Boya Pavilion.”

Her warm and refined voice was extremely pleasant and she did not sound in the least bit aged at all. Everyone could not help but glance at her curiously.

The mask on her face covered her eyes, forehead and the sides of her face. Her skin was fair and fine, thus making it difficult for anyone to guess her age.

Her hair was dark and black like ink, and she pulled it back into a simple bun that was secured with a green hairpin. There were no complicated accessories on her and she was dressed simply in a green blouse and a pleated skirt.

However, she exuded an elegant and posh aura, and also gave off the vibe of someone who had experienced a lot in life.

Her aura was different from Wen Xinya who shone resplendently. Unlike Wen Xinya, her aura was calm and mellow.

The owner of Boya Pavilion took everyone by storm as soon as she appeared.

She scanned the heiresses before shifting her gaze onto Wen Xinya. “Are you Old Mr. Mo’s granddaughter, Wen Xinya?”

There was a tinge of emotion in her perpetually mellow voice.

Wen Xinya stepped forth and answered humbly with confidence, “Yes.”

The owner scanned Wen Xinya from head to toe before saying with a smile, “It’s no wonder that you’re from the Mo Family. You do have the glory and aura of your granny.”

Although Wen Xinya resembled Mo Yunyao, she actually looked more like her grandmother, Ren Yuqian. Mo Yunyao was prideful in her own right, like green plums, whereas Wen Xinya was strong, determined, ambitious and proud, just like her grandmother, Ren Yuqian.

Everyone knew of the ties between Wen Xinya’s grandmother and the owner of Boya Pavilion. Hence, the heiresses could not help but be jealous of Wen Xinya when they saw the owner of Boya Pavilion singing praises of Wen Xinya. They all began staring at Wen Xinya begrudgingly in a hostile manner.