Qin Miaomiao curled her lips slightly. It was Su Moli. She hadn’t gone looking for her, but Su Moli had barged in herself. If she wanted to take the opportunity to step on her, they would have to see if she had the ability to do so!
Her eyes were icy cold: "You’re calling it fake over and over again. When did you become an expert in appraising jewelry? Just because you’re blind doesn’t mean everyone else is. Don’t bring shame upon yourself."
Su Moli immediately put on a pitiful look and said, "Miss Qin, I was just kindly reminding you. How could you be ? Mrs. Zhang, although she’s my friend, you’ve seen it yourself—she doesn’t appreciate it. So, regarding the compensation, just handle it as you should. Don’t worry about saving my face."
Mrs. Zhang didn’t even know this woman, let alone have any connection with her. However, by comparison, she disliked this Qin Miaomiao person even more.
"Such an ungrateful person. Who on earth brought her in here? Why hasn’t she been thrown out yet?"
At this moment, a clear voice rang out: "Who wants to throw her out?"
Lu Qing walked over slowly, like an emperor. His handsome face was somewhat gloomy, and there was a slight chill in his eyes. Even Mrs. Zhang, who lacked perception, knew this man was not someone to cross. Standing beside him was He Cheng, the organizer of this charity gala, someone with considerable background, so one could guess his identity was quite significant.
He Cheng immediately asked, "Mrs. Zhang, what’s going on here?"
Mrs. Zhang’s face turned pale, showing some guilt. Her husband hurried over, giving her a stern look, with a flattering smile on his face, nodding and bowing: "A misunderstanding, it’s all just a misunderstanding."
Qin Miaomiao spoke calmly: "I accidentally bumped into this lady earlier and got her dress dirty. She wants me to compensate her tens of thousands."
"Tens of thousands? Mrs. Zhang, is that the case?"
Actually, Mrs. Zhang was still uncertain of this man’s identity; it was just his imposing aura. Mr. Zhang had been giving her looks to defuse the situation and stop making a scene. However, Mrs. Zhang was notoriously tiger-like in her behavior, even acting fierce in front of Mr. Zhang. And this little bitch dared to complain; she didn’t believe this man could really have such power!
"So what if it is? My dress is so expensive, and it’s stained with oil. Demanding reimbursement at the original price doesn’t seem excessive, right? Besides, this is a charity gala; you need some status to get in. Whose daughter is she? Daring to wear fake jewelry, isn’t she embarrassed."
Even at this point, she carried herself with an air of arrogance.
Lu Qing’s eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "President He, it appears you have even invited a shrew among your guests."
He Cheng felt extremely awkward. Even he had to bow his head in front of Lu Qing. How could the people below him do such a sloppy job by inviting such a shrew?
Mr. Zhang’s forehead instantly broke out in sweat, hurriedly admonishing Mrs. Zhang: "Say a few less words, uh, President He and this gentleman, I’m really sorry, my wife doesn’t speak very well."
Mrs. Zhang, seeing that he actually reprimanded her, immediately got angry and shouted at him: "What do you mean I don’t speak well? I’m just stating the facts!"
Su Moli watched the scene with glee, happy to watch the drama unfold, as the person being insulted was Qin Miaomiao, and it was her who would be embarrassed.
Lu Qing curled his lips slightly, with a hint of chill: "Compensation of tens of thousands, right? I’m just afraid you won’t dare to take it when the time comes."
Mrs. Zhang stood her ground: "If you dare to give it, I dare to take it!"
He turned to give a command to Han Shu, who immediately rushed out, and at this time, someone couldn’t hold back and quietly reminded Mr. Zhang: "You better get your wife under control. He’s Lu Qing. What you’ll face if you offend him is not going to be good."