"Because it’s purely handmade and custom-made, it’s a bit expensive, one hundred and twenty thousand. These are what I just took off the tags and wore new this morning, and are all what I just bought a few days ago. I can provide the receipts from the boutique to prove the time and price of my purchase."
"All of this adds up to two hundred and seventy-five thousand. Of course, there’s also my jewelry. I need to send it to the boutique for appraisal to see if the coffee stains have caused irreparable damage to the white mother-of-pearl on the jewelry. If so, a full white mother-of-pearl bracelet and necklace from VA would cost fourteen thousand in total."
"Because you spilled a cup of coffee on me, the total loss is four hundred and fifteen thousand. Oh right, I almost forgot this little lambskin brooch. It’s also from the C Family, and it’s a limited edition. It sells for over seven thousand, so it’s a total of four hundred and twenty-two thousand."
Rong Qingqing took off the brooch on her dress and tossed it in her palm, "You want to settle it privately? That’s fine, but compensate me for these things first, then we’ll talk."
Liao Yun swayed, "Who wears such expensive clothes to work?"
"Why wouldn’t anyone?" Rong Qingqing looked puzzled, "You’re lucky, these clothes are just what I picked up casually at the boutique to wear. If you caught me wearing haute couture, your family might have to sell a house to afford the compensation."
"Oh, and there’s also compensation for emotional distress," Rong Qingqing said. "I’ll let my lawyer calculate that and then tell you how much."
Rong Qingqing seemed a bit unhappy, "You made me all sticky, it’s so uncomfortable."
Liao Yun collapsed directly there.
She works in logistics at Yun Shang, and her annual salary, together with bonuses and all benefits, amounts to only one hundred and fifty thousand.
Where can she find enough money to compensate Rong Qingqing with over four hundred thousand?
Even if the jewelry can be cleaned without damage, that still leaves over two hundred and eighty thousand.
Liao Yun sat there motionless, with an expression of despair.
"Let’s settle it privately, we’ll settle it privately," Liao Yun’s cousin quickly affirmed.
They’re engaged, the woman wears hundreds of thousands to work, and the man wears a house worth on his wrist. People are not for them to mess with.
Moreover, it seems it’s indeed Liao Yun’s fault. If they don’t settle privately, it’s not just about compensation.
"You want to settle it privately? That’s fine, aside from compensation, Liao Yun herself needs to apologize to my fiancée in front of all her colleagues at Yunshang Company," Shen Jue said, then quietly asked Rong Qingqing, "Do you have any other requirements?"
Rong Qingqing snorted, "She needs to apologize not only to me but also to Young President Rong from Jixing!" Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Who?" Xiao Chen looked puzzled, what’s it got to do with Jixing.
"She cursed Young President Rong of Jixing to die early!" Rong Qingqing got furious just mentioning this, if she really died, how devastated would my brother be?
To him, it might be better if she stayed as a vegetative person in the hospital; at least he’d still have a bit of hope, rather than being declared dead outright.
"Listen to her," Shen Jue said. "I’ll take two hours off for my fiancée."
This last sentence was directed at Chen, the special assistant to the CEO.
"It’s okay, it’s appropriate, no deduction in salary. Miss Qingqing is truly aggrieved, the company will give her half a day off, it’s only right," Xiao Chen quickly nodded.
Shen Jue signed the record on behalf of Rong Qingqing as a family member, then led Rong Qingqing outside.
"Boss, are we going back to Shen Manor?" Lin Bufan asked.
"Book a room at a nearby hotel and have the family driver bring my clothes to the hotel," Shen Jue said. "Then we’ll go directly from the hotel to the Zhao Family."