After waiting for a while with no response, the people around started to beco impatient and began whispering again.
"Oh, I didn’t expect it was actually the Chen family’s daughter who was wrong. I really believed in her."
"Who would have thought? I saw her speak so convincingly and thought she really knew her stuff. It seems so things can’t be judged by appearance alone."
...
In the end, under the pressure of public opinion, Chen Shiqing had no choice but to speak up.
"I was reckless. I didn’t expect Miss Qiao to be such an expert. I apologize for what I said earlier." Chen Shiqing spoke softly, but no matter how much she wanted to act magnanimous, she couldn’t hide her unpleasant expression.
Qiao Mo smiled without saying a word.
Chen Shiqing took a deep look at her, then turned and left.
Soone spoke to Qiao Mo again for a few monts, and then the crowd gradually dispersed.
With Chen Shiqing no longer chattering nearby, Qiao Mo imdiately took the opportunity to continue exploring the clothing and famous paintings displayed here, as it wasn’t long before Fu Nancheng would co to pick her up.
However, the venue was only so big, and before long, she ran into Chen Shiqing’s group again.
Qiao Mo ignored them, and Chen Shiqing remained silent as well.
Yet a woman next to Chen Shiqing couldn’t help but speak resentfully, "Shi Qing, today that Qiao Mo has really stolen the spotlight! If this reaches the ears of the Fu family patriarch, your reputation might take a hit."
"Alright, enough." Chen Shiqing said, sowhat irritated.
Another person, looking at Qiao Mo’s back, suddenly seed to co up with sothing and said, "Watch ."
As she spoke, she stepped forward two steps.
Just at that mont, a male waiter carrying a tray walked past her.
The woman tid it right and extended a foot to trip the waiter.
The waiter was already walking quite fast and unprepared; with this trip, he fell forward, sending the tray in his hands flying!
By sheer coincidence, several glasses of champagne and red wine splashed towards Qiao Mo’s back.
"Watch out!" a male voice shouted, reaching out to grab Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo was startled, and after regaining her senses, she heard the sound of clattering and then felt a bit damp at her back. Turning around, she saw her pink and white suit now stained with large patches of red wine and champagne, looking quite ssy.
Fortunately, she was lucky enough that, thanks to the man’s pull, she wasn’t hit by the glasses.
The waiter hurriedly got up from the ground, apologizing profusely, "I’m so sorry... can I compensate for your dress?"
Qiao Mo glanced at Chen Shiqing’s group not far away, instantly realizing who was behind this.
"It’s okay, just washing it will be fine."
"But... but..." The waiter looked awkwardly towards the man standing beside Qiao Mo.
The man waved his hand, "You can go, just be careful next ti."
Only then did the waiter quickly retreat, and Qiao Mo turned to thank the man. He wasn’t anyone else; he was the very sa man who earlier spoke up to prove the authenticity of the painting.
"Thanks for helping out earlier; otherwise, the glasses probably would have hit ."
"Let take you to change your clothes." The man glanced at the stains on Qiao Mo’s back and spoke politely.
Qiao Mo hesitated for a mont, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and refused, "No, it’s okay."
"The wine stains are still soaking through; soon, it might be a bit embarrassing if the clothes get completely soaked." The man kindly reminded again.
Qiao Mo found a mirror and turned to look.
As expected, the man hadn’t lied to her; her light-colored clothes were getting more and more transparent as they got wet. The wine stains dripped downward, making the hem constantly drip and soak the carpet quite a bit.
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