Chen Shiqing responded indifferently, holding a wine glass as she walked towards Qiao Mo: "Miss Qiao, what a coincidence."
Qiao Mo turned her head to glance at her and nodded slightly, then directly brushed past her to approach the next painting.
"Such arrogance, one would think she’s so blue-blooded aristocrat," one of Chen Shiqing’s friends sneered.
Another chid in, "Hasn’t the Qiao family gone bankrupt? How could the C family still send an invitation to soone like her, unthinkable!"
Qiao Mo furrowed her brows slightly, unwilling to waste ti with them.
After all, the clothes and paintings on display held great significance for a designer.
She had deliberately asked soone for a notebook and pen earlier, jotting down a lot of things along the way.
Chen Shiqing approached Qiao Mo, lightly laughing: "Why didn’t Nancheng accompany you here?"
"Then you should ask him," Qiao Mo replied blandly, feeling a bellyful of anger at the ntion of Fu Nancheng.
Thinking that if it weren’t for him, this buzzing fly wouldn’t be swirling around her.
Chen Shiqing chuckled again: "It’s only half a month until Nancheng and I have our engagent party, Miss Qiao, you must attend."
ntioning this, Qiao Mo was montarily startled.
Indeed... Chen Shiqing and his engagent party is approaching soon.
Though he had explained to her that Chen Shiqing was chosen by his family as his wife, and it had nothing to do with him, could he really just not attend the engagent party of the Chen and Fu families?
Qiao Mo still didn’t respond to Chen Shiqing, but she planned to discuss this matter with Fu Nancheng once she returned.
"When I was having dinner with Nancheng this evening, he even ntioned your future arrangents," Chen Shiqing spoke again, pulling Qiao Mo back from her thoughts.
Having dinner?
Qiao Mo finally turned her head, looking suspiciously at Chen Shiqing.
It was just before six, she had just left work not long ago.
Fu Nancheng had directly sent her over from the company, when did he have dinner with her?
Seeing this, Chen Shiqing added, "I agreed to let Nancheng buy a property for you in the city to keep you, until the day he gets tired, but Qiao Mo..."
While speaking, Chen Shiqing moved a few steps closer, whispering in her ear, "But as a condition of exchange, he promised that you wouldn’t bear his child."
After saying this, a sinister look flashed in Chen Shiqing’s eyes.
Qiao Mo gave her an even more suspicious look, was this Chen Shiqing sure they were talking about the sa person?
To know that just this noon, he had thrown away the after-pill she had painstakingly bought... and even said to let him have a child...
Chen Shiqing t Qiao Mo’s gaze and was also stunned, seemingly not expecting that this would be her reaction after hearing those words.
Qiao Mo thought, maybe this Chen Shiqing was delusional because of unrequited love.
It’s better to stay away from such ntally unstable won.
Feeling a bit dizzy from the overpowering perfu scent, Qiao Mo once again walked without a word to the next painting, only to find Chen Shiqing naturally tagging along, making Qiao Mo extrely frustrated, really wanting to ask if she enjoyed being a shadow.
Fortunately, she didn’t pay her any more attention this ti, seriously examining the painting before her.
The painting depicted a noblewoman in a green French court gown, reclining on a soft couch, adorned in jewels and exuding an air of grandeur and luxury. More importantly, the woman in the painting appeared proud and disdainful, combining intelligence and beauty, leaving a lasting impression.
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