Night had just fallen, and the entrance of City Clubhouse was crowded with reporters from many media outlets. Even though the guests hadn't arrived, the lights kept blinking. Song Qingchun arrived with Song Menghwa. The car had just stopped at the end of the red carpet, and before the door even opened, the reporters rushed toward the car door like a bunch of raptors crowding around a piece of meat.
Song Qingchun held the skirt of her dress gingerly in her hand, and she bent out of the car. She was surrounded by flashing lights and cameras. She maintained a generous smile as she held Song Menghwa. Under the flashing lights, they moved along the red carpet gracefully into the hall.
The whole City Clubhouse was booked by Song Empire. The decoration of the venue had been decided on by Fang Rou; the place was as glittering and as magical as a crystal palace out of the fairy tale. In a hundred-meter-wide hall were gathered with more than half of Beijing's rich and famous.