Grandfather Sheng listened, stroked his chin, and looked at Grandmother Sheng again. “Didn’t you say that you would never go to that party?”
Grandmother Sheng’s face turned green and she explained awkwardly, “…The situation has changed. If I don’t go, that country bumpkin will take my place!”
**
On the day of her coming-of-age party, Sheng Yang got up very early to do her hairstyle, change, and put on make-up.
But she didn’t mind getting up early because she got up early for a jog every day.
Her makeup artist Jasmine had just returned overnight from France to participate in a well-known fashion show. After such a long ti of work coupled with the long journey, she still looked energetic. She wore very distinctive smoky makeup and was smartly dressed. As soon as she walked in, she asked her assistant to open the makeup toolkit.
Sheng Yang wanted to read while having her make-up done, but then she thought it might not be convenient.
So she decided to listen to a book. She put on a headset and listened carefully.
Watching this scene, Jasmine frowned slightly, thinking she was listening to music.
This young lady was really a bit weird. Ordinary girls would watch her put on makeup for them and examine their own faces, while this girl was so leisurely as to listen to music.
After her makeup was done, it was ti for Sheng Yang to choose her jewels, but Sheng Yang just said casually, “You pick.”
“Well, okay.” Jasmine actually liked this kind of young lady. She had seen too many high-class ladies who always tortured her with their self-righteous taste. So of them had an acceptable taste, but so people had awful taste. In the latter circumstance, she would just roll her eyes and walk away.
So she liked Miss Sheng’s way of doing things. She knew to respect professionals.
Jasmine motioned to Sheng Yang to take off her earphones to put on earrings.
The mont she took the earphones off, the sound from the headphones ca out and only then did Jasmine discover she wasn’t listening to music but French.
Other people might not understand the language, but Jasmine was a Chinese-French mix and worked in France year-round.
“Do you know French?” Jasmine didn’t like chatting at work, but now she couldn’t help asking.
Sheng Yang said indifferently, “Well, a little bit.”
The corners of Jasmine’s mouth twitched.?A little bit? But the words in French I just heard seed very complicated.
She realized it was actually about the core design of K’s jewelry.
Brand K attached great importance to the protection of property rights. Although she was a Brand K designer, she wasn’t authorized to know such core content. How did this young lady get access?
“May I ask…” Jasmine looked surprised. “How did you get this?”
“Soone gave it to .”
“…”
Sheng Yang blinked. She wasn’t lying. That person asked her to perfect his design. She was busy so she didn’t want to help him, but he paid a really good price so she agreed.
Jasmine didn’t ask any more questions. Money made the mare go. She guessed this material must’ve been obtained by Miss Yang’s parents, but she didn’t understand what the young lady wanted this information for?
Could this wayward young lady understand the professional vocabulary of jewelry?
Jasmine served a lot of celebrities and it was the first ti she had seen soone like Sheng Yang.
“Alright,” Jasmine said expectantly…
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