Chapter 1467
Tarquin asked reluctantly, “Can’t I listen p>
“No p>
“Then can I go play cards with them?” Tarquin asked.
Elysia was speechless. Had he been possessed by a comedian? Other men, when they were out, were terrified of anyone finding out they were whipped. He, on the other hand, seemed terrified that people *wouldn’t* know his status in the family!
Helplessly, Elysia tried to act nonchalant. “Go, go. I support whatever you want to do p>
Only then did Tarquin get up with a smile. “Call me if you need anything p>
“I know.” *Just go, please just go p>
After Tarquin left, Blossom commented, “I never realized Mr. Bradford had an extroverted side. Who was it that said he was a man of few words? He seems pretty talkative to me. No, not talkative, a show-off! Good heavens, he might as well have tattooed your name on his forehead. Is he afraid someone’s going to steal you away? Or that someone’s going to steal *him* away p>
Elysia retorted, “They say women get ‘pregnancy brain’ for a while, but men lose their minds for life once they fall in love. They turn into absolute babies p>
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Just as Elysia finished speaking, a group of women came over to chat. Because everyone knew Elysia would be there, they had all been on their best behavior, bringing either their actual wives, official girlfriends, or fiancées. They were all from the elite circle, with prominent family backgrounds. But compared to Elysia, they were in a different league entirely. In terms of their own family’s status, they couldn’t compare. In terms of their
husband’s family, they couldn’t
compa
eithe
Without a
a doubt,
Elysia was the undeniable queen bee
of their generation’s high-society wives. What’s more, most of the young women here tonight weren’t even married yet, so they didn’t quite have the ‘wife’ status.
Giving compliments is an art form. The savvy ones praised Tarquin’s love for Elysia, her favored position how she married for love, and what good fortune she had. The smarter ones showered Elysia with praise for her own merits-her beauty, her figure, her well-maintained skin, and her positive influence on her husband. They talked about her adoring husband, her healthy. children, and her blissful family, calling her the envy of all women. They also took the opportunity to ask for Elysia’s contact information, suggesting they go shopping or have tea together sometime.
Elysia wasn’t particularly interested in them, but out of politeness, she added them all. Someone pulled her into the ‘Jindale City Wives’ group chat, introducing her as Mrs. Bradford. The group instantly came alive, and even members who hadn’t been active in ages popped up to greet her.
The social dynamics of the elite were far more complex than those of ordinary people. Even among the wealthy wives, there was a pecking order The higher the status of their husband’s family or their own, the higher their position. And when family statuses were equal, a cherished wife ranked higher than one who was not. Elysia, whose husband’s family and her own were both powerful, and who was adored by both, was at the very top of the hierarchy. Moreover, when they were out in public, they often represented more than just themselves; they represented their family’s upbringing and their husband’s reputation. As people often say, every social circle has its pros and cons. Women from wealthy families have material comforts, but also many restrictions and concerns. Women from ordinary families might not afford designer brands, but their lives are simpler and freer.
Elysia disliked socializing, but now that she held the position of Mrs. Bradford, it was unavoidable. She was Elysia, but she was also Tarquin’s wife, Mrs. Bradford. In the future, interacting with these women in the group was inevitable. She politely and graciously typed a message in the group before exiting the chat.
Just as she finished dealing with the women, Gale and Booker suddenly appeared, with several other rich guys in tow.