"I asked around, nobody knows her."
Zhao Li became even more certain that she had sneaked onto the ship. The look in his eyes turned even more hostile as he sneered:
"You’re just a sideshow girl, and yet you dare to yell at me? Let me tell you—my cousin is the mistress of this ship. If you kneel before me right now and knock your head three times, I might be generous enough to let this go."
Qin Miaomiao’s eyes flickered slightly as she smiled and asked:
"Oh? Your cousin? The Su Family doesn’t have any relatives with the surname Zhao."
Su Moli was her half-sister. After her mother passed away, her father wasted no time bringing his mistress into their home. However, back then, Old Sir Su was still the one in charge, and Su Jin had inherited his iron-fisted demeanor, ensuring that Su Moli and her mother gained nothing.
Until she met Chu Yunhao.
Zhao Li was clearly taken aback by her retort. When Su Jin was still alive, he detested the Zhao Family deeply. It was only in recent months that the Zhao Family began to gain prominence again.
She had also started frequenting these social occasions, indulging in the attention and basking in the admiration. She had grown complacent and smug, forgetting to keep up her pretense.
"Where’s the security? What are you waiting for? Kick this sideshow girl out!"
"Miss Zhao, you keep calling people sideshow girls—is this how you treat your guests?"
Zhao Li sneered, "What kind of guest are you? Of course, if you want to stick around and entertain a few guests, I can help arrange that for you."
Her words were already bordering on outright insult. The way other men looked at her had shifted, as if she truly were just a sideshow girl. Some even asked in a playful tone:
"If you’re here to work, don’t be so coy. Come, drink with me. I could book you for the whole night—how about ten thousand yuan?"
At this point, another man spoke up:
"Hey, with a woman this caliber, ten thousand is way too little. I’ll offer thirty thousand. Babe, why don’t you come with me?"
Zhao Li was feeling very pleased with herself. Being publicly mistaken for a sideshow girl—let’s see how arrogant she could still act!
"I’ll offer one hundred thousand."
This came from a man who was reasonably attractive. Zhao Li turned to look and realized it was her brother Zhao Zhao. Annoyed, she tugged at him and complained:
"Brother, why are you joining in the fun? A woman like her isn’t worth one hundred thousand."
Zhao Zhao openly assessed Qin Miaomiao without holding back. From his experience in wooing women, he could tell—this woman was exceptional, a rare gem.
Holding a glass of champagne, he walked towards her and pretended to act gentlemanly. Standing before her, he raised his glass in invitation:
"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to spend the night with me?"
The others immediately erupted into jeers:
"Oh, Young Master Zhao sure knows how to cherish beauty! If you ask me, just carry her to your room. For one hundred thousand yuan, she’d probably faint with happiness."
"Absolutely! Young Master Zhao, if you can’t handle her, let me do it instead."
"Get lost! With Young Master Zhao’s expertise in navigating the world of women, how could he possibly fail?"
Zhao Zhao basked in the admiration of the crowd. He handed the glass of champagne to her, speaking in a magnanimous tone:
"Drink this glass of champagne, and I’ll give you ten thousand yuan."
This was how these young masters played their games nowadays. On this ship, there were probably some sideshow girls who had managed to sneak aboard. Otherwise, these men wouldn’t be so certain—or so brazen.
Qin Miaomiao’s expression remained as calm as water. She actually reached out and accepted the champagne. Zhao Li, seeing this, was overwhelmed with mockery—so it turned out she really was just a sideshow girl. Someone so lowly had wasted so much of her time.
But then, to everyone’s surprise—
She threw the champagne in his face.