The charity auction continued amid polite applause and the occasional ripple of laughter, yet the atmosphere around Snow Jiang had changed ever so slightly. It was subtle enough that most people would never notice it, but those accustomed to navigating the currents of high society could feel it immediately.
The curious glances directed at her were no longer filled solely with ridicule. They had become cautious, almost inquisitive, as though everyone was trying to understand whether the woman who had just made Old Madam Gu laugh was truly as simple as she appeared.
Snow remained blissfully unaware on the surface. She sat quietly with her hands folded over her lap, her posture graceful and composed, occasionally lifting her teacup to her lips while listening to the auctioneer introduce one priceless treasure after another.
