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Berry was a transcendent jewelry designer of the 18th century who had long since passed away. His manuscripts are very rare, and many jewelry collectors are eager to own a piece of this master’s work.
Rong Weiwei was catering to their tastes.
She responded with poised generosity and knew how to win people over. Even
Shi Mufeng felt that, while Lin Zhiya might not change her view of Rong Weiwei imdiately, at least it could alter the bad impression sowhat, avoiding the outright disregard she had just shown.
“Yes, Mrs. Lin, whenever you have so ti, perhaps you could take a look for her. Wei is quite studied in this area, and you might find that you have a lot in common to talk about,” Shi Mufeng suggested.
Lin Zhiya rejected the idea outright, “I don’t have ti.”
How could she possibly have anything in common with a woman who had betrayed her daughter-in-law? Besides, she wasn’t foolish—she could tell whether soone was sincere or just trying to ingratiate themselves. Her eves weren’t blind, she had seen enough of such duplicitous flattery in her lifeti!
Rong Weiwei was once again enveloped in awkwardness, seemingly at a loss for where to put her hands and feet, looking utterly adrift.
Lin Zhiya frowned, her impatience growing, “Miss Rong, do you think I’m bullying you? Or do you assu that because you invited , I must make ti to assess your design drafts?”
“No, Mrs. Li, you’ve misunderstood, I didn’t an that,” Rong Weiwei stamred, taken aback by the sudden outburst as she hurriedly waved her hands in denial. anwhile, she cursed Rong Yan internally, speculating about what vile things Rong Yan must have said about her to Mrs. Li to make this influential figure dislike her so!
Shi Mufeng’s face also showed a trace of embarrassnt. At that mont, he took Rong Weiwei’s hand and suddenly inquired, “Mrs. Lin, has soone said sothing about Wei to you? It seems like you might have the wrong impression of her.”
“Or is it…” He was about to directly ntion Rong Yan’s na.
At this point, a commotion suddenly erupted at the entrance of the banquet.
The hotel staff was heard frantically trying to stop soone, “Ma’am, you don’t have an invitation, please do not force your way in!”
“Ma’am…”
“Ma’am, please don’t…”
The tumult at the door caught the attention of Lin Zhiya, Shi Mufeng, Rong Weiwei, and even Jiang iqi, who was a bit further away, as they all turned to look—
A slender figure clad in a white T-shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes burst into the hall, ignoring the security guards’ attempts to stop her.
Her beautiful face stood out, but what drew the most attention was her dripping wet hair.
Rong Yan, soaked from head to toe, walked through the opulent hall, feeling the mix of warm air brushing against her, an eerie resolve preventing her from shuddering. Like a malevolent spirit erging from hell, she fixed her gaze on Rong Weiwei and advanced step by step toward the impeccably made-up woman…
“Who is this person, coming in all drenched? What is she doing here?”
“I have no idea, she looks terrifying. Could she be insane?”
Whispers of speculation filled the air, yet they did not hinder the progress of the person at the center of all the murmurs.
“Rong Yan?” Shi Mufeng was shocked at first sight of the newcor. His expression quickly turned into a scowl, his eyes and brows revealing disgust, “What is she doing here?”
Rong Weiwei also displayed a surprised look, shaking her head, “I don’t know.”
She truly didn’t know why Rong Yan would show up here, especially in such a soaking wet state, which was utterly embarrassing.
However, although she had no idea why Rong Yan had barged in, she was quite happy to see Rong Yan making a fool of herself..
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