Jiang Qingwan was not eaten by zombies, but her chance at an opportunity and her life were stolen by the fake daughter. Reborn into a new life, Jiang Qingwan proactively rewrites her fate of being ...
"Even between close sisters, accounts should be kept clear. Don't lend money to each other."
Jiang Qingwan knew that once she agreed, it would be a one-time loan.
But since Jiang Si has so shamelessly offered herself up, it would seem impolite of the host not to reciprocate.
Jiang Qingwan's eyes darted around, and she came up with a plan to use reverse psychology.
"Why did you borrow my jewelry? Do you just like using other people's hand-me-downs? Tsk tsk tsk." Jiang Qingwan sighed.
“You—” Jiang Si paused for a moment, “Isn’t it because your jewelry set matches the theme of the art exhibition I’m going to tomorrow? Otherwise, I have way more jewelry than you, would I need to borrow yours?”
There are many, but Jiang Si's greed has no limit and his morality has no bottom.
The art exhibition was advertised everywhere, and Jiang Qingwan had heard of it. The theme of the exhibition was the Rose Nebula.
Her last birthday gift happened to be a design based on rubies.
The red gemstones, large and small, are polished to a translucent luster, layer upon layer. Whether in natural light or artificial light, wherever there is a ray of light, they shimmer and sparkle.
Adorned with diamond tassels, the interplay of red and white colors creates a dazzling effect.
"Listen to me, you can buy this jewelry set. It's a limited edition, you won't lose money buying it. I'm willing to sell it."
"That way you'll be the owner of this limited-edition jewelry. Who wouldn't be amazed by your wealth, Jiang Si, when you wear it out?"
"Otherwise, you'll say it's borrowed from me, which isn't good. Compare these two ways of putting it."
Jiang Qingwan gave a sales pitch, saying that in the future, these things will only see a huge price drop after the apocalypse, so who cares about designer brands or limited editions? They're not even worth as much as a box of compressed biscuits.
"Hmm. That makes sense." Jiang Si was indeed persuaded by Jiang Qingwan. Limited edition jewelry not only requires money, but also financial strength to purchase.
It would be great if the seller were willing to sell.
"How much do you want?" Jiang Si took the bait.
Jiang Qingwan checked the original selling price and found it to be 10 million. "I won't ask you for more. 15 million."
"What? This is still not asking for more?" Jiang Si exclaimed, "You've already overcharged by half!"
Jiang Qingwan thought to herself: I'm just trying to trick you, what else can I do?
On the surface, she immediately launched into a dazzling performance, saying, "Little sister, think about it this way: this is a limited edition! Most of the participants are wealthy heiresses, so they must know that this is a limited edition."
"If anyone asks, just say these are limited-edition pieces of jewelry you specially acquired at a premium for this art exhibition. Don't worry, I won't disclose the selling price. You can decide the purchase price yourself."
"Isn't this incredibly prestigious!"
Jiang Si followed Jiang Qingwan's train of thought once again and said, "Keep the price a secret. Otherwise, I'll tell my parents."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingwan rolled her eyes when no one was watching.
How old are you to still be suing your parents?
"I promise I'll keep it a secret. Just transfer the money to my card now, you know the price." Jiang Qingwan wanted to close the deal quickly.
"Then how am I supposed to take it? Don't transfer the money to me, just hide that set of jewelry." Jiang Si's intelligence was slightly improved, but still not enough.
Are you home right now?
"Yes, what's up?"
Jiang Qingwan told Jiang Si about the location of the jewelry: "You came into my room, and I didn't take it. Under my bedside table, on the bottom shelf, there's a black velvet box decorated with gilded roses."
"Wait for me." Jiang Si got up and went to Jiang Qingwan's room.
Jiang Qingwan heard rustling sounds coming from her phone, followed by a very obvious sound of a door closing.
"Found it, right?" Jiang Qingwan realized that Jiang Si had already entered her room.
With the sound of a cabinet being opened, Jiang Si replied, "Found it. I'll transfer the money to you right now, and you can't back out."
Jiang Qingwan was more than happy that she wouldn't regret it, and said with delight, "I won't go back on my word, and neither should you. Whoever goes back on their word is a little dog."
Jiang Qingwan turned on speakerphone, exited the call interface, and stared at the message pop-up notification.
You have received a transfer of 15 million yuan from Jiang Si. Please check your account.
"Received, little sister, you'll definitely be the most beautiful and charming tomorrow. You'll absolutely seduce all the handsome men and beautiful women." Jiang Qingwan began showering him with compliments and sweet talk.
"Oh, by the way, I have some limited edition jewelry. How about I sell it to you at a discount? This time, the price really won't go up." Jiang Qingwan took the opportunity to promote it, hoping to get more cash.
"Forget it. I don't have that much money. I only have five million left. Dad just transferred it to me yesterday. What will he think of me if he finds out I'm broke again?"
Jiang Sigang felt something was wrong as soon as he finished complaining, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he guessed.
"Wait a minute, is this on purpose? Are you trying to ruin my image in front of my parents?"
Jiang Qingwan replied dismissively, clearly intending to drain Jiang Si's resources: "How could I be so tasteless?"
They're offering a rock-bottom price: "Don't miss this opportunity! A pair of limited-edition ocean blue diamond tassel earrings and a diamond bracelet—5 million for one, are you in?"
Upon hearing how good it was, Jiang Si gritted her teeth and made up her mind.
Anyway, if my parents ask, I just say that I used all my money to buy my sister's jewelry, and I won't necessarily be the one who gets scolded.
"Okay, buy it!" Old Jiang Si was eyeing Jiang Qingwan's jewelry, and this was a rare opportunity.
Previously, she had always been the sole recipient of all the affection from the Jiang family.
Now that there's one more person to share, I definitely don't have as many limited-edition jewelry pieces as before.
Some of my so-called "plastic best friends," upon hearing about this, would intentionally or unintentionally show off the luxury goods their families had given them.
Jiang Si had been unhappy for a long time.
Those so-called "plastic best friends" come from families far less well-off than her. But coincidentally, they all only have one daughter.
Jiang Sili transferred the money after landing and asked over the phone, "The jewelry is probably still at home, right? Where did you put it? I've transferred the money."
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Qingwan replied, "Look at the bottom shelf of my bookshelf, there should be a small blue box there."
After hearing this, Jiang Si moved to the bookshelf to look for it. "Found it, should I open it?"
"Yes, open it. I thought these earrings and bracelet would make a good set, so I put them together."
Jiang Si opened it, and a set of blue jewelry appeared before her eyes.
Whether you're a novice or an expert, you can tell it's quite valuable.
"It's a promise, no backing out," Jiang Si emphasized once again.
Jiang Qingwan was overjoyed, but she didn't show it in her words. She pretended to say, "Don't emphasize it anymore, or I'm afraid I'll change my mind."
Jiang Si slammed the box shut and raised her voice, "One-off deal, this limited edition jewelry is mine."
Suddenly, Jiang Si remembered the jade bracelet Jiang Qingwan had worn yesterday. "Sister, why don't you sell that jade bracelet to me?"
Compared to ostentatious limited-edition luxury jewelry, jade bracelets have more profound meaning.
"Hehe, didn't you say you only had five million left, and you just spent it?" Jiang Qingwan retorted.
"Never mind that, just name your price as long as you sell!" Jiang Si refused to give Jiang Qingwan a direct answer to her question.
“Sell it! Why wouldn’t we sell it? We’ve sold so many, one more won’t make a difference.” Jiang Qingwan was a master of Yin and Yang.