Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 118 That Gold-Digging Cannon Fodder Woman 6

Song Xianyin felt much better after reading the message Ning Congwen sent her.

Sure enough, the lipstick wasn't wasted; Ning Congwen just asked her to be his date.

Most importantly, she doesn't have to do her own makeup and styling.

As soon as get out of class ended, Song Xianyin received a text message from her driver saying that he was already waiting for her at the school gate.

Sheng Nian stood outside the classroom and saw Song Xianyin looking happy. Just as he was about to go up to her, she rolled her eyes at him.

Sheng Nian stopped in his tracks and stared at her longingly.

Song Xianyin walked straight to the school gate; today she could look her best for work again.

They soon arrived at their destination—the Ning family.

Song Xianyin looked at the mansion in front of her with some nervousness; she would have to earn money for several lifetimes to afford it.

"Miss Song, please follow me." The maid pointed the way, her eyes filled with amazement as she looked at Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin smiled politely at her, slightly raised her chin, and followed her into the villa.

Why are there so many people? There weren't this many people when she went to shoot an advertisement last time.

The stylist was already waiting in the room, which contained a long row of gowns. Song Xianyin could tell at a glance that they were all new styles from this year's fashion shows.

Some of the dresses had sparkling diamonds, and Song Xianyin struggled to look away.

I want to have it all.

"Ms. Song, please." The stylist smiled at Song Xianyin.

She looked at Song Xianyin with excitement in her eyes. She was even more beautiful in person than in the photos, so beautiful that it was hard to look directly at her.

Song Xianyin sat down calmly, leaning back in her chair with her back straight, of course.

"Ms. Song, would you like to try on the dress first?" the stylist asked gently.

Song Xianyin nodded reservedly: "Then let's give it a try."

She really wanted to throw herself into those dresses and roll around in them a few times.

These dresses were beautiful, but almost every one required a maid's help to put them on. Song Xianyin became more and more energetic as she tried them on, and she had to try them all on today.

The stylist kept taking pictures, and Song Xianyin noticed it, paying close attention to her facial expressions.

"Ms. Song, may I ask how tall you are?" the stylist exclaimed, looking at the photo.

Her legs are longer than her life.

Song Xianyin looked at her somewhat embarrassedly: "1.75 meters, I really don't like this height, it's not good at all."

That's obviously a lie; Song Xianyin is extremely confident in her height.

In City A, it was alright. In other places she had been before, most men were not as tall as her. When she wore shoes, she could almost see the tops of everyone's heads.

Needless to say, when she wears high heels, but even so, there are still people shorter than her who dare to ask for her contact information.

"How can this height be bad? 1.75 meters is a perfect height!" The stylist was so anxious that his face turned red.

She won't allow beautiful women to lack confidence!

Song Xianyin lowered her head and smiled shyly: "Thank you, this is the first time someone has complimented my height."

Upon hearing this, the stylist showered Song Xianyin with compliments, praising her to the skies, and Song Xianyin just kept smiling.

Having finally chosen her dress, Song Xianyin was finally satisfied. She sat down and let the makeup artist do her makeup.

The makeup artist couldn't help but sigh at her flawless skin. Song Xianyin blushed and said, "It's all thanks to my parents that I have such good skin."

The styling took a long time; she even ate a meal in between, and it wasn't until 9 p.m. that she finished all the styling.

Song Xianyin looked at herself in the mirror and was extremely satisfied. She felt a little itchy and really wanted to take some pictures at the Ning family's house.

The Ning family's house is so luxurious, wouldn't it be a shame not to decorate it for them?

When Ning Congwen returned, he was also amazed by Song Xianyin.

He knew Song Xianyin was beautiful, but he didn't know she could be this beautiful.

Song Xianyin was already immune to that kind of gaze; she had grown up under its gaze.

Ning Congwen walked to Song Xianyin's side, bent down slightly, and extended his hand to Song Xianyin: "Sorry, I was too busy at work today and I'm only just getting home now."

Song Xianyin smiled at him: "It's okay, I know you're very busy."

What's there to be so busy about? I guess I didn't come to keep her company because I didn't think she was that important.

But none of that matters; she's already made a profit today.

On the way to the banquet, Ning Congwen would occasionally turn his head to look at her. As he looked at her profile, he felt his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Her eyelashes fluttered gently, and he felt a tickle in his heart.

Ning Congwen couldn't help but say, "Miss Song, I didn't mean to neglect you today. I just couldn't get away from the company."

Song Xianyin suddenly felt extremely bored. She originally thought Ning Congwen should be a bit more sophisticated, the kind of noble young master, but what was he doing now?

She didn't like listening to men's explanations at all; they were all lies anyway.

She replied dismissively, "It's alright, Mr. Ning. I know you're very busy with work, I won't blame you."

She looked at her phone, editing the blog post she was going to publish today.

Attending banquets is exhausting; all I want to do is sunbathe in my yard.

The post included nine beautiful photos she had just taken, inadvertently capturing the antiques in the Ning family villa, and also casually showing off a photo of herself with the courtyard.

[She's such a rich and beautiful girl, waaaaah, her yard is bigger than my house!]

【Mommy, Mommy!】

[Are there really any fools who believe her "rich, beautiful, and successful" persona? Stop exaggerating, you gold digger, let's see how you explain yourself later.]

Song Xianyin was stunned when she saw this comment; these haters were really going too far!

She wanted to see whose fans they were; they were definitely fans of her rivals.

She was immediately stunned when she clicked on her homepage; it was filled with posts about her.

[That gold digger looks so beautiful today! The new salesperson bought a hundred orders, and she made a profit again.]

[That damn woman is late for her livestream again. She gets cocky as soon as she has money. No wonder she has so many haters. I'll yell at her to death during her next livestream.]

[That gold-digging woman is so stupid! She got photographed getting cosmetic procedures done, and she still insists she has naturally good skin. How can she be so foolish!]

Oh my god, he really is her fan. Song Xianyin quickly logged out.

Never mind, many of her fans are indeed quite abnormal.

"Miss Song?"

Hearing the voice beside her, Song Xianyin looked at Ning Congwen in confusion.

Ning Congwen's ears turned red when she stared at him, and he lowered his voice: "What's wrong? You seem very troubled."

Song Xianyin shook her head: "It's nothing."

She got used to it after seeing it so many times.

Ning Congwen just saw her homepage. She has always had a lot of haters, to the point that he doesn't even understand it.

He had previously wanted to collaborate with Song Xianyin and had analyzed her data. Despite having so many haters, why did she still have such strong purchasing power?

Almost every day, people would curse her under her posts, calling her gold digger, dead woman, brat, and even calling her "Mom." He was really confused.