Deng Feifei was so angry that she stomped her foot. Her advertisements were being broadcasted on TV every day, she had played the second female lead in several well-known movies, and even got a nomination for the best supporting actress at a significant award ceremony this year. Although she was not a massive celebrity yet, her company was already planning to promote her. Rising to fame was just a matter of time. Yet this inconsiderate lobby manager didn’t even bother to give her a proper look, showing absolute disdain.
What made her even more furious was that he gave his full respect to a woman who was merely selling herself. She was nothing but a washed-up rich girl. How dare she compare to Feifei?
"Fei’er, that car..." Hu Jiaojiao stared in the direction where Gu Qili had gone, slightly dazed, "It looks like a Maybach 62."
When she was with Gu Qili, Hu Jiaojiao had interactions with the young masters and ladies of high society and naturally learned to recognize many luxury brands including clothes, shoes, bags, cosmetics, and cars. She remembered clearly, this was a model of Maybach, ridiculously expensive, not something an ordinary person could handle.
Reminded by her, Deng Feifei gradually calmed down, her eyes darkened as she said: "That car must cost at least ten million, and if it’s a limited edition, the price would double. Although Aus City has many rich people, not many can show off . How come she has it?"
"Just now, that lobby manager said ’president’..." Hu Jiaojiao reminded again.
Suddenly, Deng Feifei’s face turned pale, shaking her head in disbelief, as if she had lost all strength.
This abnormal reaction from her alarmed Hu Jiaojiao, who, confused, tugged at her arm and asked, "Do you know their president?"
"Huh." Deng Feifei tugged at her rigid mouth corners self-mockingly, "I know him, he doesn’t know me."
"Who is it exactly?" Hu Jiaojiao grew more anxious.
Deng Feifei gazed at the splendid hotel building in front of her, her eyes filled with fantastical yearnings, "It’s the owner of this hotel, the Second Young Master of Mu Family, Mu Shuoqian."
"Ah?" Hu Jiaojiao’s mouth fell open, unable to close for a long while, "Why would she be driving Mu Shuoqian’s car?"
"How would I know." Deng Feifei was somewhat annoyed.
"Maybe..." Hu Jiaojiao paused, "Maybe she’s his new client, their relationship is just a transaction, a mere business deal."
Deng Feifei shook her head: "You don’t know, the Second Young Master hates women the most. Everyone who has direct contact with him, from executives to secretaries to department managers, are all men. Even the cleaning lady has been replaced by a cleaning man. It’s rumored that he’s GAY."
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"Are you silly, you really think he’s GAY? Even if he was, with his status, he wouldn’t care about such titles. If he likes men, nobody could do anything about it." Deng Feifei suddenly had a bad feeling, "Just now the manager mentioned ’going home’. Could it be that they’re already living together?"
Has Gu Qili leaned on such a towering tree so quickly?
Hu Jiaojiao’s face turned from green to white, looking very unsightly.
Deng Feifei’s expression was also full of color; she disliked Gu Qili, but she definitely did not want to offend Mu Shuoqian.
"Fei’er." Hu Jiaojiao tried to ease the tense atmosphere, "Let’s go sing. I haven’t heard your singing for a few days now, and I can’t even sleep."
Deng Feifei glared at her irritably, shaking off the hand wrapped around her arm and walked away: "Heh, Fei’er? Didn’t you use to call me the mole girl?"
Hu Jiaojiao immediately panicked, hurriedly catching up while crying out, "Don’t listen to others spouting nonsense. It’s evident that she was trying to provoke... Hey, Fei’er, wait for me."