If it is a mistake to give all your body and mind to love someone, then today's ending is the order I paid for my mistake. From now on, this love will never hurt me again. - Che Ruyu!

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South Korea, Seoul

A large charity party will be held in the promenade hall in the garden of the five-star hotel Wingspan Hotel.

Big wavy hair, bohemian long skirt, wide-edged fashionable sunglasses, and a classic canvas shoulder bag with no brand that can be seen on one shoulder.

His tall figure is not as thin as a shriveled person, with a slightly lower head. He naturally passes through the sparse crowd and walks naturally towards the signboard of the charity party at the door of the hotel.

"Sorry, Miss, all the guests of our charity party tonight will be admitted by invitation letters," the etiquette lady at the door politely and formulaicly stopped the woman who was not very dressed insignificant with her hands.

She nodded, then elegantly took out a gold-burned invitation from her bag and handed it over: "I am here to attend this charity party for Ms. Park Ji-hui. I am her niece Che Ruyu."

"Wow, you are Ms. Che Ruyu? You are so young." The etiquette lady's face, which had just been polite and formulaic, almost instantly shining with a strange brilliance. Then she quickly took out a notebook and a pen from the side, and spoke a little illusionately: "Ms. Che, can you please sign an autograph for me?"

Che Ruyu is so embarrassed. She is only 26 years old. How can she not be young?

He hesitated a little, but he took the pen and signed his own artistic car Ruyu in the opened notebook like a dragon and a phoenix.

"Can I go in now?" Ruyu saw that the etiquette lady was looking at her signature stupidly and forgot to let her go in, so she couldn't help but remind her indifferently.

"Of course, please, please," Nakahara, a ritual lady, came to her senses, nodded and pointed at the VIP passage next to her, and personally sent her to the VIP special elevator entrance, and even helped her press the elevator button.

Ruyu walked into the VIP elevator naturally. Perhaps because she came a little late, she was the only one in this VIP elevator. The moment the elevator door closed, she also saw the almost shocked expression on the face of the etiquette lady.

She knew that it was because of her youth. Perhaps, in the hearts of many people, Che Ruyu should be over forty or even fifty years old, because Che Ruyu has been famous for a full ten years.

Unfortunately, she is only 26 years old and she is famous early. At the age of 16, she participated in the world-class oil painting competition held by Paris International Development in France, and she won the championship with a tadpole picture. Since then, Che Ruyu's reputation has spread in the painting world in Korea and even the world.

Of course, she has hardly participated in various art exhibitions in Seoul, because South Korea is relatively small, so she usually goes to larger art exhibition centers, and she rarely participates in some activities held in Seoul.

This time, if Aunt Zhihui had not been in South Korea because of her physical discomfort, and Daddy and Uncle Yongjun happened to be out of Korea, she would not have come to participate in this charity party.

She is not particularly passionate about the charity industry because of her age. Compared with Xi Muru of Binhai, she can only look down on her.
Chapter completed!