Yinuo nudged Yichuan, who had come to see the sorry state of Yu Zexiao. Having seen it, and quite thoroughly at that, he wouldn’t stay any longer. He immediately smiled and nodded, "Alright, alright." The group prepared to leave. Just before departing, Yinuo seemed to remember something and pulled out the Alexandre-de-Paris hairpin from his pocket. He teasingly stuffed it into Yu Zexiao’s embrace, winking at him, "I wouldn’t have guessed, Xingxing, although you have a sharp tongue, you really do understand a woman’s heart. Knowing to buy her such a hairpin!
Yu Zexiao was confused and took the butterfly-shaped hairpin, frowning, "What is this?"
Yinuo was taken aback, "This hairpin, wasn’t it a gift you gave to Miss Jian?"
Yu Zexiao shook his head without hesitation, "No."
"Eh?" Yinuo was stunned. This particular hairpin was quite valuable! With her keen designer’s eye cultivated from her experience as a fashion designer, she could tell that this was not a counterfeit or a knock-off but a genuine Alexandre-de-Paris designer piece!
The retail price was over 1500 euros, a true luxury item!
If this hairpin had been found with a rich young lady from the same social circles, she wouldn’t be surprised. But the problem was—this hairpin belonged to Jian Anning! Even though she was Canadian, even if her family was middle-class, casually shelling out 1500 euros for such a small hairpin wouldn’t be easy, would it?
Some things just can’t stand up to closer examination. For example, although Jian Anning wore casual, loose-fitting clothes, what was her true financial status? Naturally, she wore big-name brands, genuine articles. Others might not notice, but as a fashion designer, she could definitely tell!
Before, she thought that Jian Anning’s outfit had been a gift from Yu Xingxing. But judging by his expression right now, he really didn’t seem to be in the know!
Although Yinuo was a rich young lady, before this, she had hidden her identity as the heiress of the Ling Consortium, independently managed a company, and knew more about the grassroots level than any of them.
The items obviously beyond Jian Anning’s purchasing power, as well as the designer clothes she wore, definitely weren’t something an ordinary salaried worker could afford!
Could it be that Jian Anning—had done some unknown job that paid well, yet she was reluctant to let them know about it? Maybe, a hostess or something of the sort...
Please forgive Yinuo for such thoughts, because, although Jian Anning appeared calm and composed, from every angle, she didn’t seem like a rich heiress. After all, reality does have its rare low-key show-offs, but the chances are just too slim. Besides, what kind of rich heiress would come to work as Yu Xingxing’s assistant, getting ordered around by him on a daily basis? She didn’t like Yu Zexiao, wasn’t his crazed fan; there was no reason for her to subject herself to this kind of torment.
Unless, she wanted to break into the entertainment industry and embark on the glamorous path of stardom.