Chapter 49: The Grand Banquet
Chapter Forty-Nine: A Grand Banquet （1）
The Man in Black led Qing Tian in a certain direction. Qing Tian was surprised to find that the decor here was somewhat similar to European castles.
Looking up, she saw stained glass windows like those in a church and sparkling crystal chandeliers. Each ancient European figure on the glass seemed to be telling her a fairy tale.
Paintings by famous artists hung in the corridor, some of which were considered lost to the market. This place was truly magical. The vases were even inlaid with gold, and they held fresh flowers, not artificial ones. The expenses here must be immense; the people living here must be incredibly happy.
Qing Tian shouted in her heart: OMG… Is this a prince’s castle? Am I dreaming? She felt it was too unreal, so she pinched her cheek. It really hurt!
Could it be that the Man in Black became so rich by robbing the rich to help the poor?
She didn’t know where she had gone after passing through the corridor. All she knew was that when the Man in Black put her down, she was stunned as soon as she looked up.
There were over fifty people, standing in two lines, creating a path. A red carpet was laid on the path. This scene felt familiar, like something from a television drama. Qing Tian was shocked once again.
The servants then bowed respectfully at a 45-degree angle and said in unison: “Greetings, Young Master Feng… Greetings, Miss Qing…”
The Man in Black still wore a mask, his expression as cold as ever. He merely nodded slightly, but Qing Tian was intimidated by the display. No way, she had never experienced such queen-like treatment before. Her heart couldn’t handle it.
She awkwardly nodded and said: “You don’t need to be so polite, just call me Qing Tian.”
One of the servants, who appeared to be the oldest among them, said gently to Qing Tian: “Miss Qing, you are the first girl Young Master Feng has brought home. You deserve the same treatment as Young Master Feng. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to Young Master Feng.”
Qing Tian felt speechless and turned to the Man in Black, saying: “Young Master Feng, don’t you think all of this is a bit too much?”
The Man in Black said indifferently: “You’ll get used to it. Uncle Fu and the others are just showing you respect. You don’t need to mind.”
Qing Tian’s eye twitched, and she said helplessly: “This treatment is truly special. Young Master Feng, thank you for this.”
The Man in Black directly told the servants: “Take her to get ready!”
“Yes, Young Master!”
Then, Qing Tian was escorted away by five women. As she walked, she said: “Hey… what are you doing? Where are you taking me!”
The Man in Black made a gesture to her and said: “See you later…”
Qing Tian looked dejected. Was she being treated like a VIP? These five women were literally carrying her away. If they weren’t tired, she was. It was incredibly exasperating!
What further astonished her was the place called the dressing room. It was as extravagant as a British palace. The dazzling European furniture must have cost a fortune, especially the crystal chandelier, which was an astonishing three to four meters long. When the wind blew, the crystals made a crisp clinking sound.
Qing Tian spread her arms, closed her eyes, and savored it all. She unconsciously said: “Wow, this sound is so wonderful…”
A lady approached, gestured for her to proceed, and said respectfully: “Hello, Miss Qing. I am Young Master Feng’s image designer. Does Miss Qing have any particular style of dress and grooming that you usually prefer?”
Qing Tian opened her eyes and was taken aback. Wu Feng actually had a personal image designer? She really wanted to ask if that mask was her designated image. This was truly a house full of eccentrics.
However, she was still caught off guard. She honestly replied: “If school uniforms count as a style, then it’s academic style.”
The lady smiled gently: “Miss Qing, I understand. Please come this way!”
Qing Tian immediately froze. What did she mean by “I understand”? Why were all the people here so strange?
She followed them to the mirror, and then servants approached from three directions holding items.
The lady explained gently: “Young Master Feng will be attending a masquerade ball soon. Miss Qing, which mask do you like?”
A male servant pushed a cart towards Qing Tian and said: “Miss Qing, please take a look…”
Facing a whole row of masks, Qing Tian, experiencing some choice paralysis, said to the lady: “Sister, can you be fully responsible for my overall look today?”
The lady said gently: “Miss Qing, please rest assured and leave it to me.”
Qing Tian was also influenced and said gently: “Thank you, Sister. But can you call me Qing Tian? Using honorifics feels a bit strange!”
The lady smiled gently again: “Yes, Miss Qing.”
Qing Tian put her hand to her forehead. Qing Tian, Miss… Alright, this place truly made her feel embarrassed repeatedly.
The lady first picked out a dress for Qing Tian. It was a plain light green dress with no decorations. Qing Tian remembered what Peng Lele had told her last time: every dress had a story behind it.
So she asked: “Sister, does this dress have a story?”
Hearing Qing Tian ask this, the lady smiled even more gently this time: “Miss Qing, you’re so smart. This dress does indeed have a story.”
Qing Tian curiously asked: “What story?”
The lady: “Foxtail grass, unrequited love, life goes on.”
Qing Tian listened and asked in confusion: “Is that all?”
The lady nodded, then styled her hair into a queen’s updo and placed a green gemstone crown on Qing Tian’s head.
“Emeralds represent happiness. Paired with this dress, it will better showcase the innate elegance and strong character you possess, Miss Qing!”
Qing Tian suddenly felt embarrassed by the praise. However, although the people here were strange, everyone seemed very kind.
“Thank you! But who is… Young Master Feng?”
She blurted out the question out of curiosity but immediately regretted it.
Because she saw everyone smiling strangely, she felt goosebumps all over her body.
Just as she turned around, she saw the Man in Black standing behind her. She felt the awkwardness of being caught talking about someone behind their back and gave an embarrassed smile: “Hi… Young Master Feng!”
The Man in Black just looked at her and then commented on her hairstyle: “This hairstyle doesn’t suit you. Your foot is injured, so you should wear flats. We’ll depart in half an hour!”
Qing Tian was completely speechless. This Man in Black was such a cold-faced man, truly annoying.
As the Man in Black was about to leave, he added: “This dress suits you very well.”
Qing Tian was stunned. Was he complimenting her?
It sounded a bit awkward.
