Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

As soon as Ling Qingyu and her girls stepped out of the vehicles, it drew attention from everyone. Where had they seen a collective group of beautiful women, able to score a perfect mark, in a single place in a single event?

Perfect dangling long legs. Tall, stunning and alluring. By tall, the girls' heights were astounding, easily overshadowing the rest of the girls with only over 1.5-1.67m.

Ling Qingyu's group hovered between 1.7 to 1.8 meters, except for her cheap sister. The height also discouraged eager men from making a conversation.

Whether it was Ling Qingyu's iceberg temperament of an authoritative figure, Tang Ziyi's mighty heroic aura, Xiao Yue's soft yet firm demeanor, Zhao Xiurong's mature and capable charm, or Ling Yunxiang's sexiness, the impacts brought by every girl made others ashamed.

No other girls dared to stand beside them for comparison. Although the men around landed their gazes occasionally on Ling Qingyu and the girls, no one stepped up and initiated a conversation.

Life wasn't like in the movies, where men couldn't control themselves on public occasions and acted ungentlemanly. In fact, the only reason they lost their self-control should be attributed to the corruption and the arrogance because of the power they held.

Besides, the guests who were invited had a reputable status among the elite circle at the minimum. Everyone would act politely to avoid offending others.

Unlike the second-generation dandies in those novels and films, the invited guest were successful in their business and the ones who struggled for wealth.

Their aura and demeanor were filled with elegance and maturity. This was the invitation of Shen's family. Who in the right mind would send their unqualified descendants and ruin their public image?

Of course, those really busy with work sent their sons and daughters to enrich their network. But there was one factor—they were indeed very qualified to represent their family.

The bastards that annoyed Ling Qingyu's group on the road belonged to the second generation, young masters, changing girlfriends like clothes and seeming to have never suffered a loss. When they did, their entire family collapsed.

Ling Qingyu's appearance took most of the heat from the onlookers. She had been hot on Weibo yesterday. Her selfless donated amount to the public hospital and to the police force in City N raised her reputation to a high stake.

Although there were some discordant voices sprouting black why Ling Qingyu didn't care about the village and mountain area, they were quickly rebutted. It was Ling QIngyu's belongings.

Whether she desired to make them for selfish goals or sincerely donating, outsiders had no say. In any case, her presence aroused discussions. Some planning to initiate a conversation and brush a good card.

Who knew in the future these contacts would allow them to survive a crisis? It didn't hurt to make a friend than an enemy

Of course, Tang Ziyi, Xiao Yue, Ling Yunxiang and Zhao Xiurong surrounding Ling Qingyu deterred many.

"Let's go." Ling Qingyu gazed at the onlookers and headed toward the entrance.

In the midst of jealous eyes from the ladies around, Ling Qingyu's group marched toward the entrance. Men's steady gazes hovered until they left the view.

Ling Qingyu saw Yang Qingyue waiting for them and quickly waved her hand. Yang Qingyue smiled upon seeing her behavior.

Her eyes stagnated when she studied Ling Qingyu's outfit carefully and sparkled like a diamond. Today's Ling Qingyu exuded her excellence. In Yang Qingyue's eyes, the cold yet heartwarming goddess approached her steadily.

Which mortal could withstand against Ling Qingyu's pace? Her epic strides ceased to mesmerize Yang Qingyue's vision.

A dry feeling swelled in her mouth, a sensation Yang Qingyue never felt before, staring at the woman. Aware of her change in favorability for Ling Qingyu, Yang Qingyue tried checking out other women to see if she was really Lala.

The result wasn't surprising. No mood change. But in front of Ling Qingyu, some weird and itch seeped inside her heart.

Now, watching the most alluring woman, unattainable by other men, getting close to Yang Qingyue made her proud. It seemed Ling Qingyu belonged to her.

See, the goddess, everyone desired, willingly fell on her arms, Yang Qingyue smirked. She was the culprit who pushed Ling Qingyu out of the altar. Jealous? Yang Qingyue was filled with pride.

"Sister Ling come so early." Yang Qingyue stepped forward and grasped Ling Qingyu's forearms. "I heard you encounter discomfort on the road. Don't worry I'll handle it for you."

Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment. Damn, when did Yang Qingyue become so proactive to approach her? Ling Qingyu had no idea how much effect did her gorgeous appearance take a toll on anyone who had an interest in her.

"Of course. I have to be respectful and avoid others' defamation of acting arrogant." Ling Qingyu replied. "Sister Ying looks so beautiful and caring. I can rest assured you're going to take care of the aftermath."

Ling Qingyu didn't lie in her praise. Yang Qingyue wearing a black suit and wrap skirt, completely altered her precognition. A different flavor entered her eyes.

However, the stares Yang Qingyue delivered gave her goosebumps. It was the eye of the hunter on the prey that was decided. She must be overthinking after encountering the dandies' event.

From Ling Qingyu's perspective, Yang Qingyue was the fish she was attempting to hook out of the cold water.

"Haha! I'll take care of those guys." Yang Qingyue said hurriedly. She was worried Ling Qingyu would flip the table in anger and begin breaking law. "You better put any dark plans aside under my watch. Girls, you're all gorgeous." After Yang Qingyue hugged Ling Qingyu, she greeted the other girls.

The onlookers paused and whispered to one another. It was no secret—a close sister relationship between Yang Qingyue and Ling Qingyu—a pair of newcomer powerhouse in Province N.

Yang Qingyue, as a righteous police chief in the official sector daring to pursue justice in the face of dangerous foes; Ling Qingyu as a dazzling queen in the business circle, known for her ruthless methods to crush her opponents by any means necessary.

The two complimented each other's status and their opposite style of conduct perfected one another. Their combination surely brought pressure on their enemies.

Discussions brew as Yang Qingyue's and Ling Qingyu's actions attracted others.

"Look how close the relationship is. Province N won't be calm under their hands."

"Indeed, the two are famous for shaking pots in their professions. I'm sure the old fogeys are now in cold sweats."

"I just hope the battle between titans doesn't affect our business. I get the bad feeling, peace is about to be broken soon."

"It's a rare sight to see how our Province N will change for the better in the future."

"If not for the same gender, their status resembles a match made in heaven. How good it would be if they were man and woman?"

"Why do I feel like a Deja Vu when I see the two hugging each other? Am I thinking too much?"

"Now that you said it, it's not impossible for them to be a couple."

Naturally, there were also sneers.

"Two brats who haven't seen the world, want to change the world. Disrespectful to the seniors and playing against officials is a double-edged sword."

"Younger ones have no fears. They are too confident and arrogant. Staying low is the king." Stay connected via m-v l|e'm,p| y- r

As for the comments, the girls except Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue didn't hear them. Xiao Yue stretched her lips into a mocking smile. Sometimes, ignorance was the easiest path toward downfall.

If not for Ling Qingyu considering to avoid boiling Province N into a volatile state, these old fogeys you spoke about wouldn't have time to breathe. Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue thought.

As close confidantes, they somewhat guessed Ling Qingyu's plan. Hearing outsiders' analysis and thoughts, they had one response—snickering.

Yang Qingyue and the girls praised nonstop and were about to enter when an exclamation captured everyone's attention.

"What are you doing here?!"

A couple of feet to the left, Ling Qingyu saw a staff member, probably arguing with somebody, dressed properly for the occasion. She had no idea why the staff member seemed to repulse him.

"You, who is working as a bartender, come here to the venue to mess around. Please respect yourself." The staff shouted indignantly.

The crowd frowned at the staff's behavior. In a high-class event, the staff should handle the problem with dignity and respect, without straightaway annoying other guests.

But many calmed their anger hearing the latter part. It must be the staff, getting impatient after asking several times.

"Does it matter who I am to come here? I have an invitation and that should allow me to enter." The man said.

"It matters a lot. I know you personally. There's no way you can earn this invitation; who knows you might have stolen from others. You better save some shame and go back."

Murmurs erupted among the crowds, excited to watch the scenes. Well, it wasn't a waste to come early to watch the conflict on the sidelines.

Yang Qingyue and the girls shook their heads and decided to ignore the commotion. It wasn't their interest to follow the crowd, not to mention a disruptive one, wasting their time. But their legs held when they noticed Ling Qingyu unmoved.

Ling Qingyu heard a familiar voice and raised her interest. She walked a little to see clearly from a different angle who was the person forced away. Ling Qingyu's mouth twitched.

In her opinion, the staff had become suddenly an idiot to force away the guest who possessed the invitations, by stereotyping the identity. He sure was going to suffer.