I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

Chapter 931: Chapter 930: The Store Treasure

Beisitian and Wei Zhongxun went out to buy dresses. Yunyi has a branch in Jiang City. Although time is tight, everyone’s participation in the party is false; getting closer to one another is true. As long as it passes, that’ll do.

Yunyi is now considered a fairly renowned luxury brand in China. It is also the only Chinese brand to enter the international market. From infants to eighty-year-olds, there are suitable styles for everyone to choose from.

These styles lead the trend and have a distinct Chinese flair. Not only are they loved by many Chinese people, but also they are pursued by quite a few foreigners. The name Yunyi has apparently become synonymous with luxury goods, like when you see a plaid scarf; even if you don’t find it that attractive, you still want it. Brand effect is crucial.

As soon as the three entered the store, a server immediately approached and greeted them politely. Beisitian took out the VIP card that Peng Baocheng gave her, a dark red VIP card that only had three issued, representing extraordinarily special status. Beisitian held one, and the other two were given to very important people by Peng Baocheng.

So when the server saw this card, she first froze for a moment, then recalled that it had been specially mentioned during training because discussions had included what kind of people were eligible to receive such a card. Naturally, it was remembered.

”Please wait a moment, I’ll go get the manager.” The server said somewhat nervously, then turned and walked inside. After walking a few steps, she remembered she should first invite them inside to wait.

She turned back and hurriedly invited the three VIPs inside, then went to get the manager.

Luo Yirui came in and took Zhuangzhuang around because of the VIP card; nobody dared to hurry Zhuangzhuang out. The pair wandered between clothing racks, looking at the garments above.

Beisitian glanced around casually and found a place to sit. These racks did not have the clothes she needed. Although she wasn’t particular enough to require customization, after all, it was for attending a party and couldn’t be too shabby.

Before long, Jiangcheng Yunyi’s manager came out briskly. She was a woman in her fifties, wearing light makeup on her face and dressed in Yunyi’s casual suit dress, which gave her a dignified air.

Beisitian didn’t intend to disturb much here and explained her purpose to the manager. The manager promptly brought out the town’s treasure, a strapless dress with a straight waterfall hemline. Although the style is relatively ordinary, it stood out due to certain features that made it a store treasure.

Seeing the lone lotus painting on the white dress, Beisitian smiled, ”This is the old master’s artwork.”

On the dress was a solitary lotus, with pale pink petals overlapping in bloom, deep blue lotus leaves, and stems that set off the flower. The cheeky little lotus bud on the stem gingerly peeks out. The entire dress with this lone lotus looked simple and elegant, yet poetic and artistic—a very unique dress.

Such characteristics weren’t enough to be a store treasure; the important aspect was the lotus’s style, typical of the old master. Clearly, this lotus was special access sought by Peng Baocheng from the old master.

Seeing this dress, Beisitian was very satisfied. Her figure had returned to its former state not long after birthing three children, so she could wear any standard size dress, and this dress fit her perfectly.

Beisitian found her dress unexpectedly quickly; she thought it would take more time. However, Luo Yirui’s attire did take some time. He finally chose a small white suit embroidered with gold on the cuffs and collar, which looked irresistibly adorable.

Wei Zhongxun looked at them contentedly, whispering, ”Master, don’t bully the kids when we go.”

Beisitian watched him, chuckled without speaking. Wei Zhongxun quickly raised his hands, not daring to say anything inappropriate.

Looking at the time, it was about past three; Beisitian and the others returned to the hotel. Shortly thereafter, Zhan Hongjun knocked on Beisitian’s door; the appointed time had arrived.

He thought Beisitian would be like most women and spend a long time dressing up, and had prepared to wait patiently. Unexpectedly, the door soon opened and Beisitian in a dress and Luo Yirui appeared before him.

Zhan Hongjun was taken aback; he saw Beisitian, even with only light makeup, yet strikingly stunning. This stirred a feeling once again: how did such a delicate flower get snatched up by some bastard?

To a degree, Zhan Hongjun often forgot Beisitian was a married woman; even with a child beside her, her face was more youthful and tender than most women in their early twenties.

However, the depth of her demeanor gave her a mature presence, especially a kind of serene and composed grace that most young women lacked. From her, Zhan Hongjun couldn’t see any youthful impatience, flamboyance, or assertiveness.

Zhan Hongjun switched to a relatively low-profile car, its discreet appearance betraying its worth; anyone knowledgeable of cars would know this one cost at least a million, which was quite valuable at the time.

Le Jiayang and Gu Haiqing weren’t there; they probably went separately. If it weren’t for picking up Beisitian and her child, Zhan Hongjun wouldn’t have departed from the hotel.

The party venue was at Jiang City’s hot spring reminiscence center, renting a middle hall with fewer pillars, making the hall spacious and bright. It was favored for hosting parties, though only the wealthy could afford it.

When Zhan Hongjun arrived, Gu Haiqing and Le Jiayang coincidentally reached the entrance—consider it a coordinated arrival.

Luo Yirui was attending such an event for the first time, feeling a bit excited. Regrettably, Zhuangzhuang couldn’t come along; otherwise, he would be happier.

The hall wasn’t crowded; for a gathering of thirty or forty, the middle hall was rather large. But as they liked the grandeur, they opted for it.

Upon entry, the hall was filled with people wearing exquisite dresses and mingling around. On the buffet table, delicious desserts were already laid out, surprising Beisitian with young children actually present at the venue.

Looking at these children, their manners confirmed they were practicing etiquette education. Although not perfected yet, they aspired earnestly. These children were mostly older than Luo Yirui, approximately aged between ten to sixteen.

Zhan Hongjun wouldn’t be able to spot Xiao Zhan, as who invites a five-year-old to an evening party? At five, others’ kids wouldn’t understand much; at such parties, if annoyed, they’re likely to pout and cry.

Nearby, a few kids in their early teens glimpsed the wide-eyed Luo Yirui at the entrance, exchanged looks, and a twelve-year-old lad lowered his voice, chuckling, ”Look, a little bumpkin has arrived.”

”Should we mess with him a bit?”

”Let’s see first; best not make him cry, it wouldn’t be good.”