Chapter 325: Chapter 315 Lou Xinrou Sabotages Qiao Jing’s Dress
But the dishes Qiao Jing made were so delicious that she had no time to contemplate those maybes and what-ifs.
If she ever kicked Qiao Jing out of the Zhan Family, she could consider hiring her as the Zhan Family’s chef.
She had thought about it before, but it was just a thought, after all, she and Qiao Jing really didn’t get along.
Besides, the daughter-in-law she had in mind was Lou Xinrou.
If Qiao Jing were to stay at home in the future, wouldn’t that just add trouble for Lou Xinrou?
Taking all these into consideration, she eventually dismissed the idea.
Everyone finished the meal with their own thoughts.
The next day, when Qiao Jing got home from work, she found a red, gold-embossed invitation on the living room table.
She glanced at it and saw it was an invitation to a gathering, with Zhan Qipei’s name printed on it.
Why had Zhan Qipei left the invitation here?
Without giving it much thought, she withdrew her gaze, planning to head to the kitchen to make dinner.
Zhan Qipei had just come out of his room and brightened at the sight of Qiao Jing.
“You’re back? Dinner’s ready.”
He brought out the dishes that had been kept warm in the kitchen, one by one, and served Qiao Jing her meal.
During the meal, Qiao Jing could feel that Zhan Qipei’s gaze was constantly on her.
The man wasn’t even eating, just staring at her.
Could staring at her fill his stomach?
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows, put down her chopsticks, and looked at the man with some confusion.
“Why are you just staring at me? Do I have something on my face?”
A glint of light flashed in Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes as he took advantage of the moment to pick up the invitation from the table.
“This event requires a female companion.”
Qiao Jing cast a casual glance at the invitation, understanding Zhan Qipei’s intention, but she didn’t like to attend such high-profile social gatherings.
She hesitated for a while but still declined Zhan Qipei.
“Yes, but I don’t want to go.”
Zhan Qipei’s eyes darkened, and he emphasized again.
“If you don’t accompany me, I’ll be there alone.”
Although Qiao Jing’s face still wore an indifferent expression, hesitation flickered in her eyes once again.
Zhan Qipei immediately seized upon the hesitation in her eyes and continued, his tone carrying a hint of grievance.
“Everyone else will have a companion, and I’ll be the only one without one.”
Qiao Jing pursed her lips, a curious thought arising within her. If Zhan Qipei were a large dog, could she see his drooping ears?
She pictured the gathering in her mind. Everyone with a partner, and Zhan Qipei standing alone on the side, looking quite pitiful.
She looked up at Zhan Qipei but accidentally caught his intense, dark gaze. It was like a vortex, threatening to draw her in deeply.
In the end, Qiao Jing nodded her agreement.
After all, she had accompanied men to gatherings more than once before.
Zhan Qipei’s eyes suddenly brightened, making the white rice in his bowl taste much sweeter.
He didn’t actually need a companion; he just wanted Qiao Jing to be with him at all times, so much so that he wished he could tether her to his belt.
Once he confirmed Qiao Jing would attend, he sent a message to Tang Yan.
Tang Yan promptly contacted the chief manager of the WE private custom dress shop.
The manager of WE, upon receiving Tang Yan’s call and hearing that Zhan Qipei wanted a custom dress, was ecstatic and immediately agreed to the request.
After all, the price Zhan Qipei was offering was the highest the shop had ever received since its opening.
Although the wealthy in the capital liked to have their dresses custom-made at her shop, Zhan Qipei was undoubtedly the most generous.
But what Tang Yan said next left her dumbfounded.
“President Zhan is ordering a bespoke female dress, with a waist size of…”
Tang Yan reported the measurements Zhan Qipei had given him.
The store manager was stunned; she had thought Zhan Qipei was ordering a suit for himself, but it turned out to be for a woman’s dress?
Who could this woman be, that President Zhan values so highly?
“Alright, our store has a treasure, a unique dress in the world. I’ll take a photo and send it to you right away.”
After hanging up the phone, the store manager took several pictures of the dress. Eventually, they decided on this set, and, coincidentally, its size was almost identical to Qiao Jing’s.
They could pack it up and send it directly without needing to alter the size.
Just then, new customers entered the store.
Lou Xinrou went to WE, hoping to choose a dress to wear to a business gathering.
She noticed that the two store assistants were huddled together discussing something and had not come to greet her.
Dissatisfied, she walked over and was about to call someone when she faintly overheard the name ‘Zhan Qipei’ and stopped in her tracks.
She stealthily hid behind a dress and listened to the conversation of the sales assistants.
“The boss has received a big order, did you know about this?”
“Of course, I know. The boss is over the moon, especially since it’s President Zhan’s order—very generous.”
“The important thing is that it’s a female dress. I need to start packing it now to deliver tonight.”
“That dress was acquired by the boss directly from the chief designer in the US, and after making it, it became the store’s treasure, very precious.”
Jealousy raged in Lou Xinrou’s heart; she knew to whom Zhan Qipei intended to give that dress.
Qiao Jing, Qiao Jing, why is it always Qiao Jing? Why does she always have to be a thorn in my side?
When will Qiao Jing leave Brother Pei and disappear from the world?
And Brother Pei even bought WE’s treasure for Qiao Jing—that’s the work of Millette, a top US designer!
Suddenly, two people entered the store, each holding a shopping bag.
“Where’s the sales assistant? The dress size is wrong; help me exchange it.”
One of the assistants immediately went over, but found that the dress wasn’t in the store anymore; it was only available in the warehouse.
Seeing this, the assistant packing up put down the gift box under the counter and rushed out to attend to the customers, asking her colleague to find the dress.
A smug smile curled the corners of Lou Xinrou’s mouth.
An opportunity had come!
Taking advantage of the blind spot, she went to the counter and retrieved the dress.
Upon seeing the full view of the dress, her eyes lit up; it was indescribably beautiful.
But the thought of Qiao Jing wearing it made Lou Xinrou bite her teeth, clench her fists, and a malicious glint appeared in her gloomy eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted sewing tools in a drawer.
Without hesitation, she grabbed a pair of scissors and tampered with the waist at the back of the dress.
No one would notice anything amiss with the dress until Qiao Jing wore it and moved around.
Then, Lou Xinrou would sit back and enjoy the show!
Lou Xinrou placed the gift box back exactly as it was, acting as if nothing had happened, picked out a dress for herself, and left the store.
The following evening, in the opulent hotel lobby, soft music played as the upper echelon of the business circle attended the function.
But Zhan Qipei, the most anticipated guest, hadn’t yet appeared.
Lou Xinrou had arrived early, her gaze fixed on the entrance, tinged with a hint of madness.
Soon, Qiao Jing would arrive, and before long, she would be the laughing stock.
As Qiao Jing arrived at the hotel entrance wearing the open-back dress, she felt something odd about the zipper on her back.
She furrowed her brow, taking Zhan Qipei’s arm and accompanying the man inside.
Zhan Qipei noticed Qiao Jing’s furrowed brow and leaned in close to her ear, asking softly.
Qiao Jing shook her head, Zhan Qipei’s warm breath tickling her neck.