"If you ask me, Jing Qing, you shouldn’t even entertain the notion of such a woman. Which woman can’t have children? If that’s Young Master Chen’s weakness, why don’t you just bear one for him too!"
The actress, with her back to Qin Mu, was conspiring to give Jing Qing advice.
Jing Qing smiled faintly, her eyes slowly drooping again.
The women standing by Jing Qing’s side fell silent and had turned somewhat pale.
"Am I right, sisters? There’s nothing we women can’t do, but when it comes to having children, any woman can do it!"
The girl said, sitting on the sofa and touching her fingernails, addressing the people in front of her.
"You think you’re a hen laying eggs?"
Qin Mu stood behind her, her voice cold and clear as she spoke, her hands confidently tucked into her coat pockets, her eyes mercilessly fixed on the back of the woman’s head.
The woman was startled by the voice, and upon turning her head and seeing Qin Mu’s icy gaze, her face immediately drained of color. Then she looked back at the other women who were awkwardly lowering their heads: "Sisters, you’re really not being loyal!"
The actresses were all fair-weather friends, mute as if struck dumb.
Seeing how quiet the group of women had become, Jing Qing couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic chuckle, then said to Qin Mu, "It was just a joke, sister. No need to take it seriously."
"Miss Jing is right, I shouldn’t take it seriously. I thought you were rehearsing a play, set in a brothel, perhaps? Would you like me to make a cameo as the Madam?"
Qin Mu stepped forward, scanning the faces of all the seated and standing actresses, and finally turned to Jing Qing with a smile, "There are many women who want to bear Mu Yichen’s child, but in the end, there’s only one who actually did, isn’t there?"
The actresses had turned deathly pale at her words, wishing they could devour her but not daring to offend her.
"I am a clothes designer, but I only make new clothes, not torn ones. Perhaps someday, if one of you sisters wants me to design a new outfit—considering my prices, you probably couldn’t afford it—so let’s just leave it at that, I’ll take my leave!"
Qin Mu raised an eyebrow, her smile charming.
Having said that, she left stylishly, her high heels clicking, hands in her pockets and bag slung over her shoulder.
The actresses looked at each other, feeling uneasy.
After all, if she really became the most sought-after designer, they would want her to make clothes for them, but today, she would remember their enmity...
"You lot really deserve to remain unsuccessful, babbling behind people’s backs but unable to say a word in her presence?"
Jing Qing looked at them with disappointment and then turned to walk toward her own room.
The actresses were still sitting there, each harboring their own thoughts.
As Qin Mu walked out, she ran into Yang Qianxi returning. Yang Qianxi rushed in carrying a stack of clothes and was startled to see Qin Mu.
Qin Mu, observing her hurried appearance, asked softly, "Living a fulfilling life, it seems?"
Yang Qianxi lowered her head, "Why did you come in person?"
"Have you forgotten? I’m Wen Runuan’s designer," Qin Mu asked quietly.
Yang Qianxi looked up at her. How could she forget? The sudden encounter left her so nervous she felt close to amnesia!
"It’s just that you rarely come in person!"
Yang Qianxi said softly, looking down at the clothes in her arms—these were for Jing Qing. Being Jing Qing’s assistant was not an easy job, but...
Yang Qianxi looked up at her, "I am now Jing Qing’s assistant!"
Qin Mu looked at her nervous expression and simply said, "I know! Good luck!"
After saying that, Qin Mu passed by her.
Yang Qianxi turned to watch her, "Qin Mu, don’t blame me!"
"Blame you for what?"
Qin Mu stood still, then turned steadily to look at her.
Yang Qianxi’s heart lurched violently. She knew, Qin Mu knew everything, yet Qin Mu chose such an indifferent way to strike at her pride.
Seeing that Yang Qianxi was lost for words, Qin Mu turned and left, this time without looking back.
The two of them, were truly incompatible!
Yang Qianxi returned to Jing Qing’s office with the clothes, finding Jing Qing sitting there brooding. Upon her entry, Jing Qing couldn’t help but glare at her, causing Yang Qianxi to clutch the clothes tightly in fright.
"Did you run into your former boss?"
Jing Qing asked, noting her expression.
Yang Qianxi went to hang the clothes one by one, not daring to look at her.
Jing Qing took a deep breath, then looked at herself in the mirror again, "What did she say to you?"
"Nothing at all! Just a greeting!"