"It seems the skills in bed of little sister are indeed remarkable, coaxing Mr. Fu into spending so much money despite his age. As her elder sister, I truly feel ashad of my inadequacy." Qiao Yin’s gaze fell on Qiao Mo’s lake-blue dress, instantly recognizing its expensive price.
Qiao Mo chuckled softly and said lightly, "I wouldn’t dare claim to be remarkable, but it’s surely a few notches better than sister. You’ve practiced for so many years with little improvent."
Qiao Yin instinctively thought she was saying her own dress couldn’t compare and felt a flash of resentnt in her eyes, "Ha! Qiao Mo, you’re really getting more shaless by the day!"
Qiao Mo smiled slightly, "Yes, that’s why I envy sister. I’m curious how you maintain your face to be so thick-skinned."
"You—!" Qiao Yin was infuriated, choked into speechlessness.
But then, not sure what occurred to her, she laughed in extre anger, "Where is Mr. Fu? Did little sister co by herself? Or does little sister think Mr. Fu is too old and ugly, and bringing him would be disgraceful?"
Qiao Mo’s gaze turned a bit cold, Qiao Yin’s heart was truly venomous. If Fu Nancheng were really an old and ugly man, hearing this would surely breed discontent towards her.
Seeing Qiao Mo remain silent, Qiao Yin laughed again, "Things in this world are always hard to have both ways. Sister shouldn’t take it too much to heart. After all, once the lights are off, n are all the sa when you close your eyes. Since Mr. Fu is wealthy, sister should grasp the opportunity well."
"I didn’t expect sister to be so experienced, even understanding what n look like once the lights are off. Truly ’battle-hardened’."
Qiao Mo’s tone was indifferent, yet her words made Qiao Yin’s face change again, quickly turning to look at the man beside her, "Zihao, look at my little sister, spoiled from a young age with a sharp and pretty appearance, yet so sharp-tongued."
Qian Zihao nodded nonchalantly, "Yinyin, rest assured, I believe in you."
Receiving the man’s assurance, a touch of smugness imdiately returned to Qiao Yin’s face, setting her mind at ease.
Boastingly looking at Qiao Mo again, she said, "Qiao Mo! It’s not so easy to drive a wedge between Zihao and ! I know you’re jealous I found an outstanding man like Zihao, but Zihao isn’t just so old man dazzled by beauty!"
Seeing Qiao Yin stand up for him, a flicker of pride crossed Qian Zihao’s eyes, seemingly proving her words as he puffed his chest arrogantly, a touch of contempt in his gaze.
Qiao Mo calmly glanced at the man in front of her, guessing he must be Qiao Yin’s newly found boyfriend.
His looks were fairly straight, but not quite handso. However, he seed to co from a good family, and with so grooming, his appearance was passable. Yet his eyes darted around, footsteps unsteady, lacking any presence, as if drained by indulgence.
Seeing her assess Qian Zihao, a trace of smugness flashed in Qiao Yin’s eyes, she spoke again, "Oh, but on another note, sister, you needn’t be too upset. After all, Mr. Fu spoiling you is just a phase, for fun. It won’t be long before he tires of it, and then you can reconnect with your Jing Hao."
ntioning Jiang Jinghao, a flash of hidden pain crossed Qiao Mo’s heart, but before she could collect herself, a surprisingly loud and sowhat shrill voice rang out at the party.
"Yinyin! Yinyin! How’s the matter with the villa?"
Looking up, she saw Zhao Hongxia and Qiao Deshan hurriedly walking over, Zhao’s plump body trembling with each step in her bright pink dress.
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