Chapter 95 The Chief is Angry! Jealous Again! This is Infuriating for Song Tianxue!

It's obvious that the older brother wants to be the first person to sit in Xia Mian's passenger seat!

However, her oblivious best friend completely missed the point about her older brother.

Zhao Baoqi chuckled and grabbed Xia Mian's arm. "You just got your driver's license. My older brother is coming back tonight. You can drive and he can give you pointers from the passenger seat."

"When you first get your driver's license and start driving, it's better to have an expert in charge."

Xia Mian nodded, "What you said makes sense. After he gives me some pointers twice, and I know how to handle unexpected situations on the road, I'll take you for a drive."

She replied to Fu Yanshen as she spoke.

The atmosphere in the conference room where Fu Yanshen was located was tense.

No one spoke at that moment.

A short beep sounded, and Chief Fu's phone rang.

The next second, everyone felt the chill that seemed to come from Siberia in the entire conference room instantly dissipate, and spring returned to the earth.

Chief Fu glanced at his phone, a smile appeared on his lips, and warmth radiated from his eyes and brows.

He even gently clenched his right fist and covered his lips with it, as if he couldn't contain the overflowing pleasure.

His voice carried a hint of amusement, "Let's continue the meeting. Where were we?"

Mianmian said it was her first time on the road and she needed him to accompany her!

Zhao Baoqi was just a close friend and a novice driver, so of course she wasn't qualified to be by her side and accompany her on her first road trip.

Fu Yanshen began to look forward to getting off work soon; he had to hurry up and finish today's work ahead of schedule.

All the subordinates in the conference room looked at each other, wondering why Chief Fu's mood was so volatile, like a rollercoaster.

After the meeting, Fu Yanshen called over his assistant and bodyguards to start arranging the main tasks for the day. "I want to get off work early, so you're not allowed to be careless. Keep your spirits up."

"Yes, sir!" The guard stood ramrod straight and saluted.

The assistant looked at Fu Yanshen with a headache. When Chief Fu was fully immersed in his work, his work style was simply devilish.

I'm going to be tired today!

Xia Mian had no idea what Fu Yanshen was thinking; she had already arrived at the garage with Zhao Baoqi.

After opening the Ferrari's door, getting into the driver's seat, and glancing at the interior, Zhao Baoqi said...

"Mianmian, do you want to hang a decoration or something on the rearview mirror, or buy some other little gadgets to decorate the center console?"

Xia Mian shook her head, "I like it simple like this. I don't like cars filled with rhinestones and trinkets."

"Alright then." Zhao Baoqi quite liked it, and she laughed twice. "Your Ferrari is a bit more expensive than mine, but they're both cool in their own way! Beautiful!"

There was another car in the garage, Song Tianxue's ride, a white Maserati.

"Her car isn't as good as yours, hehe." Zhao Baoqi glanced at the model number and whispered in Xia Mian's ear.

“No matter what kind of car it is, it’s just for getting around.” Xia Mian smiled and pulled Zhao Baoqi out of the car. “Once I’m more familiar with it, I’ll take you for a ride.”

The two girls returned to the living room together, and as soon as they entered, they heard a burst of laughter.

Madam Fu and Song Tianxue sat together on the sofa. No one knew what funny thing Song Tianxue said, but it made Madam Fu laugh so hard she couldn't stop.

Song Tianxue turned around when she heard footsteps, and their eyes met.

A smug smile appeared on Song Tianxue's lips. "Xia Mian, do you see? As long as I want it and I work hard, I can get it."

Xia Mian seemed oblivious to her smugness. She and Zhao Baoqi sat down on the opposite sofa and poured a glass of water for Madam Fu. "Grandma, drink more water. The weather is too dry; it's easy to get a sore throat."

She sat very naturally, and her expression was very ordinary.

Madam Fu took the water glass and began to drink, and Song Tianxue swallowed back the words she was about to say.

After Xia Mian interrupted them, the topic went astray.

They began by talking about Xia Mian's plan to go for a drive.

“If Miss Xia doesn’t mind, I can accompany you on your first drive,” Song Tianxue said proudly. “I already have three years of driving experience.”

She felt quite proud, as if she had finally surpassed Xia Mian in driving skills.

"Thank you, Ms. Song." Xia Mian said in a light tone, "My boyfriend said he will come back tonight to keep me company, and he wants to be my family coach."

Song Tianxue clenched her fists, her face instantly stiffening, looking extremely unpleasant.

What's with all this summer pretense and showing off? If you're going to flaunt your relationship, you'll break up soon!

Song Tianxue was so jealous she was almost going crazy!

She couldn't have Fu Yanshen for the time being, but she had to snatch the attention of Old Madam Fu and Zhao Baoqi first.

She calmed herself down.

"Ms. Zhao, Ms. Xia, my friend is hosting a private salon on the aesthetics of qipao, 'Encountering the Elegance of Youth'. Would you be interested in attending?"

"Eastern aesthetics? Does that mean everyone attending the salon has to wear a cheongsam?" Zhao Baoqi asked, puzzled, though she seemed quite interested.

She held Xia Mian's hand, constantly praising her best friend.

"My best friend has a great figure, she would look absolutely stunning in a cheongsam!"

“It looks good on Baoqi too.” Xia Mian smiled, pursing her lips.

Song Tianxue was speechless, but she still forced a smile and said, "My friend has prepared a lot of cheongsams for the event, so you don't need to prepare your own. You can wear whichever one you like."

"Isn't this a bit suspicious? Is it clean? Has it been disinfected? Could it be that someone else wore it?" Zhao Baoqi looked at Song Tianxue with some doubt. "Could she be selling cheongsams?"

Song Tianxue almost fainted from anger at Zhao Baoqi. She had originally wanted to get closer to Zhao Baoqi.

As it turns out, Zhao Baoqi's brain seems to be structured differently from others.

She suppressed her anger and said, "Ms. Zhao, it's just a simple salon; you can treat it as an afternoon tea gathering."

"Mianmian, what do you think? Should we go?" Zhao Baoqi asked Xia Mian to make the decision.

Xia Mian could tell from Zhao Baoqi's eyes that the girl was somewhat interested in going.

"Miss Song has extended a very warm invitation, and it would be disrespectful of us to refuse."

"Alright then, let's go."

Zhao Baoqi nodded nonchalantly, "When? Tomorrow?"

"No, it was this afternoon," Song Tianxue said with a forced smile.

Seeing that the three of them got along quite well, Madam Fu looked approving and said, "You young people should go out and have fun more often, so that your friendships will deepen."

3 PM.

Zhao Baoqi, driving a red Porsche with Xia Mian in the back, followed Song Tianxue's white Maserati to the salon venue.

The salon is held in a high-end tea room hidden in a garden. The environment is elegant, isolated from the outside noise, and full of a new Chinese style atmosphere.

Elegant wooden furniture paired with soft lighting creates a tranquil environment away from the hustle and bustle.

The table was set with Chinese tea snacks and fresh fruit platters, and three rows of cheongsams of various colors and styles, which was dazzling to behold.

One after another, many wealthy young ladies and socialites from Ming City arrived.

It was obvious that Song Tianxue was a regular at this salon, and many young ladies greeted her.

Zhao Baoqi is only eighteen years old. He used to be in high school and didn't have many opportunities to participate in such activities.

Not to mention Xia Mian, any opportunity the Xia family has to show off belongs entirely to Lu Lian'er.

With a hint of superiority in her eyes, Song Tianxue introduced them to everyone with a smile, "These are Miss Xia Mian and Miss Zhao Baoqi. They are the newest members of our salon."

The socialites and heiresses at these salons were all close to Song Tianxue, and they immediately understood after hearing her introduction.

Zhou Yaran is Song Tianxue's best friend, and she loves to flatter Song Tianxue all the time.

She glanced at Xia Mian, her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh, it's Miss Xia. Your calligraphy was quite good last time. How many years have you been practicing? I think your calligraphy skills are comparable to your ability to attract men."

Xia Mian frowned. Song Tianxue had once lost to her in a calligraphy competition.

I didn't expect that Ya Ran would still remember this incident this week.

They've been waiting to make fun of her!

"Some people have bad breath, I suggest they go back and get their teeth cleaned more often," Zhao Baoqi said, his words sharp and direct.

She stood up and looked at the young ladies who had already changed into cheongsams and came out. "Since Miss Song didn't sincerely invite us, let's go."

“Yeah, the style and workmanship of this cheongsam look quite old-fashioned, and it doesn’t suit Baoqi and me. Let’s go.” Xia Mian naturally shared her best friend’s indignation.