Just as she was thinking, a sudden pain shot through her waist—it was Song Min twisting her. He didn’t hold back, twisting so hard that she couldn’t help but stifle a muffled groan. When she glanced down, her skin had already turned blue and purple, but Song Min seemed increasingly excited, making her terrified with the look in his eyes.
She hurriedly said, "We still have the auction coming up later."
"Hmph, you were trying to flirt with Lu Qing just now, weren’t you?"
Chen Ran’s face turned pale, and she quickly explained, "No, President Song, you misunderstood me. I was only greeting President Gu, nothing more."
Song Min chuckled coldly and lowered his voice to say, "You little slut, trying to grow wings and fly away? You better see if I allow it. After this charity gala, I’ll show you how much I care for you."
Chen Ran shuddered in fear, not even daring to lift her head. This old pervert was only good for degrading people. If not for her career, she would’ve left long ago. Especially now, her reputation had been tarnished, and her company completely lacked the capability to salvage her public image. It made her fuming mad. Unwillingly, her gaze fell on the far-off Lu Qing—if... if she could just catch his eye, her future would be bright, and there’d be no need to endure the torment of this dirty old man any longer!
Lu Qing’s status was undeniable, so it didn’t take long before people started to approach him. Qin Miaomiao accompanied him for a while before moving to the side, her face stiff with a forced smile. She’d rather just eat something to fill her stomach—it seemed more practical.
She had just taken a plate of dried fruits and turned around when she accidentally bumped into someone. She immediately apologized, "Sorry about that."
A sharp voice rang out, "Do you not have eyes? This dress I’m wearing is pure Italian handmade craftsmanship, worth hundreds of thousands!"
She had bumped into a lady in her forties, whose face was filled with nastiness and bitterness. Qin Miaomiao’s expression darkened, and she calmly said, "Madam, I’ve already apologized. Besides... your dress only has a bit of cookie crumb on it. Do you want me to help wipe it off?"
"Who needs your help!" The woman retorted, "This dress cost me so much, but now it’s ruined with dirt, ruining its beauty—it might even have grease marks. Pay me back what it’s worth!"
So she wanted compensation... Pay her hundreds of thousands?
Qin Miaomiao held back her temper and said, "Madam, if you don’t mind, I can help take it to the dry cleaners. I promise it won’t leave any trace. But asking for compensation—isn’t that a bit excessive?"
The woman sneered, "Excessive? You’ve stained my dress, and you call me excessive?!"
Then, Su Moli walked over and purposely said loudly:
"Mrs. Zhang, this dress of yours costs hundreds of thousands, doesn’t it? Compensation wouldn’t be a small amount, right? Well, Miss Qin probably wouldn’t struggle to pay it, but... given that your company is about to go bankrupt, it might still be a little hard on her."
This Mrs. Zhang’s husband was a real estate tycoon, making her quite the nouveau riche. However, she lacked any class and was naturally mean-spirited. Qin Miaomiao bumping into her was going to be a difficult matter to settle.
Mrs. Zhang asked. Su Moli smiled faintly and replied, "You could say I do. Miss Qin, why don’t you just apologize properly to Mrs. Zhang? Perhaps that could save you a bit of money."
Mrs. Zhang caught the veiled meaning in her words and snorted coldly, "Look at her—she looks so miserably cheap. How could she possibly afford it?"
While speaking, Mrs. Zhang’s eyes fell on the sapphire necklace around Qin Miaomiao’s neck. Her eyes narrowed as her tone grew sharper:
"Wearing fake jewelry and still daring to come to this kind of place? Have the bars for charity galas dropped so low nowadays?"
Su Moli covered her mouth with her hand, feigning surprise, "Oh my, Miss Qin, how could you wear fake jewelry? That’s such a no-no. Even if you don’t have money, you can’t bring fakes here—it’s embarrassing!"
She purposely raised her voice so that others nearby could overhear. The sapphire necklace around Qin Miaomiao’s neck was so striking that Su Moli’s jealousy boiled deep within her. Even if it wasn’t fake, she was determined to call it fake! After all, Qin Miaomiao couldn’t argue against her.
After what she did to her last time, Su Moli finally caught the chance. This time, she was hellbent on vengeance!