"You... you..."
"Besides, as the saying goes, ’a thousand gold coins can’t buy my beloved.’ If Miss Chen thinks it’s worth it, even spending a billion shouldn’t concern you, Qiao Yin." Qiao Mo sneered at her long-lost ’good sister.’
Suddenly, Qiao Mo’s expression shifted, looking at Qiao Yin with a hint of eagerness in her eyes.
"Sister, I really should thank you for today’s events. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have had the chance to et Miss Chen. If in the future you have other connections with wealthy... oh no, with those well-off young ladies, please introduce them to ."
Qiao Yin nearly blacked out, almost fainting.
Chen Shiqing’s complexion turned even worse?
Rich people? Wealthy heiresses?
Clearly, Qiao Mo saw her as an easy mark!
"Qiao Mo, don’t get cocky. Treat that billion as charity given to a beggar!" Chen Shiqing spoke coldly, seething with hatred inside.
Hearing this, Qiao Mo slowly subdued her smile: "What does Miss Chen an by this?"
"What do I an? Just the literal aning! Since you’re short on money, consider it my donation to help you!"
Qiao Mo’s gaze grew colder: "I don’t understand, Miss Chen. I may be short on money, but I’m also a designer. I earn through my labor and design, so how am I now a beggar in your eyes? This price was offered by you, Miss Chen, so why do you seem so unwilling now?"
Qiao Mo paused before continuing: "Or is it that, in Miss Chen’s eyes, designers like us are just beggars?"
The statent stirred another wave of discussion around.
Many designers were attending the event, most of them watching with amusent, feeling a mix of admiration and envy for Qiao Mo.
But Chen Shiqing’s words made their expressions darken.
"What does Chen Shiqing an by this? Does she think a bit of money makes her superior?"
"Ha, exactly! If she’s so rich, why doesn’t she donate to charity?"
"You still don’t get it? She’s a daughter of a prestigious family, born with a silver spoon, unlike us... clearly seen as the underclass needing charity..."
"Anyway, I’ll never work for the Chen family’s enterprises. With her mindset, we’d just be treated as servants and beggars."
...
Responses echoed, as countless eyes turned to Chen Shiqing.
Reporters wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity, frantically pressing their cara buttons.
Flashes fired continuously, capturing unknown numbers of photos.
"I... I didn’t an it like that!" Chen Shiqing, with a grim face, slowly spoke.
Qiao Mo remained unperturbed: "Then what do you an? Why not let Miss Chen explain it to us."
Qiao Yin couldn’t bear it any longer and gasped with anger: "Qiao Mo, don’t go too far! It was you who set the whole trap for her from the beginning, framing Shi Qing!"
Qiao Mo laughed: "You an I laid a trap for Miss Chen to fall into?"
"Exactly what I an!"
"Oh, why is Miss Chen so obedient? She jumps into whatever pit I dig? Why didn’t you jump?"
"You! You... Qiao Mo!" Qiao Yin was fuming, and Chen Shiqing began to tremble.
What did Qiao Mo’s words an?
Clearly insinuating Chen Shiqing is brainless, right?
Qiao Mo glanced up at Chen Shiqing and continued: "No matter what Miss Chen’s intentions were in buying this dress. But I must say, in all my years in the industry, this is the first ti I’ve realized how easy it seems to earn money. I really must thank Miss Chen for her unwavering support."
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