Chapter 8: Buying clothes without tearing off the price tags and waiting for a refund?
Although Shen Huaichuan's voice was not loud, he spoke when everyone was thinking, so everyone heard it.
As soon as these words were spoken, the air froze instantly. Everyone present held their breath and looked at Xie Yanli with gossipy expressions, including Song Qiao.
Xie Yanli said nothing. He just lowered his head and took a sip of wine without caring.
Seeing that Xie Yanli didn't say anything, they took it as his tacit agreement, and since it was Shen Huaichuan who said it, it was basically confirmed.
There were many smart people at the scene. At this extremely embarrassing moment, someone immediately spoke up to change the subject: "Xinhui, Song Qiao is the same as you. It's your turn to drink."
Jiang Xinhui's eyes were filled with ripples. She wasn't sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that Song Qiao was the same as her, but the only thing that could be proved was that the person Xie Yanli had a one-night stand with was not Song Qiao.
When she thought of this, her anger lessened a lot, and then she took a sip of wine in front of everyone.
However, she frowned immediately after taking just one sip, and then began to cough uncontrollably. She covered her mouth with her hands, looking as if she couldn't drink any more.
Then she said with an embarrassed look on her face: "I'm sorry, everyone. I really can't drink much. Can you please raise your hands and let me go this time?"
None of the men present could resist the beautiful Jiang Xinhui's begging for mercy, and they all spoke up for her.
"It's just a game, don't take it too seriously. Since you can't drink anymore, forget it."
After this was said, the ladies present did not agree. They complained unconvincedly: "We don't have much tolerance for alcohol, but we all drank just now. You can't go easy on Xinhui just because she's acting coquettishly towards you. What's the point of this game then?"
"That's right, we just drank a lot. Since you are so caring, why don't you drink these two cups for her?"
This group of men are naturally willing to be heroes and save the beauty, but with Xie Yanli around, who would dare?
When the situation became stalemate, Jiang Xinhui looked at Xie Yanli with a look of longing in her eyes: "Yanli, I really can't hold my liquor, can you help me finish the rest of the wine?"
Jiang Xinhui knew how cold Xie Yanli was towards her, but with Song Qiao around, she always wanted to give it a try.
After all, she and Xie Yanli had been together in the UK for ten years. They were classmates and their families were old friends. She didn't believe that Xie Yanli would offend her in public.
Song Qiao subconsciously glanced at Xie Yanli. She was suddenly very curious about what Xie Yanli would do.
Everyone's eyes were on Xie Yanli, Song Qiao and Jiang Xinhui. They were like badgers in a melon shed, jumping up and down waiting to eat the melons.
Just then, Xie Yanli's cell phone rang. He pressed the answer button, stood up and left the private room to answer the call. During this time, he did not even look at Jiang Xinhui.
Song Qiao's body, which had been a little tense just now, relaxed instantly. She had obviously let go of Xie Yanli a long time ago, but for some reason, she was particularly bothered by Xie Yanli's kindness to Jiang Xinhui. She guessed that it might be because she was still brooding over the fact that they were together behind her back. After all, Xie Yanli was her first love.
As soon as Xie Yanli left, Shen Huaichuan also went to the toilet, and everyone immediately relaxed.
The game was paused, and the girls sitting next to Jiang Xinhui started gossiping about her.
After all, she had just taken the initiative to ask Xie Yanli to drink for her. Xie Yanli was a very important person, and who would dare to ask him to do so without having good connections?
"Xinhui, what's going on between you and the prince now? Are you two together? Or are you just friends?"
"Yes, Xinhui, please tell us quickly. If you two are really together, I will completely give up on this prince."
Lin Rong's words immediately caused others to complain: "Rongrong, no matter what your status and family background are, you dare to think about the prince, you are really whimsical."
Lin Rong replied unconvincedly, "Hey, I just admire you, okay? You dare say you don't miss such an outstanding man like Xie Yanli? But I also know that it's useless to miss him. After all, for a family like the Xie family, only a family like Xinhui can match it."
"That's right, that's right. There is no woman more suitable for the prince than Xinhui."
Just as they were responding, someone spoke in a sarcastic tone: "Hey, but we shouldn't underestimate ourselves. Didn't Song Qiao chase after the prince? Her family couldn't even get a place in Beijing. If she can do it, why can't we?"
Although Song Qiao was not close to them, their conversation was quite loud, so she still heard what they said.
"Hey, she must have written hundreds of love letters to the prince. Her face, which is thicker than a city wall, is not something that ordinary people can compare to."
"That's right. Who can compare with her? Her face is as thick as a copper wall with several layers of reinforced concrete. Even an atomic bomb can't penetrate it."
Then Song Qiao heard a burst of shrill laughter coming from their side.
Song Qiao was already annoyed when she saw these gossipy women who only knew how to compare with each other, especially Fu Yue who said that she was thicker-skinned than a city wall. Fu Yue relied on the fact that she had a nouveau riche father and showed off in all kinds of ways when she was in school, and she bullied those who were superior to her. She had disliked her for a long time, and now she was making up stories about her again. How could she tolerate it?
She staggered to her feet and walked in front of them. She fought back at Fu Yue, "I am thick-skinned, but I have the courage to pursue the person I like. You don't need to point fingers at me and worry about me. If you have time to laugh at others, you might as well improve yourself, especially your exquisite and tacky taste in clothes. Otherwise, you will only be worthy of hiding in the corner and being jealous of others for the rest of your life."
Fu Yueteng stood up from the chair, her eyes wide open, and said excitedly: "Song Qiao, what do you mean by this? What's wrong with my fashion sense? I'm wearing the latest Chanel style of the season, do you understand?"
Seeing that there was something exciting to watch, the people around them immediately gathered around them, casting gossipy looks at them.
Song Qiao sneered. She looked at Fu Yue for a few times and said slowly, "Fu Yue, you have the Chanel logo all over your body, from earrings, necklaces, clothes, bags, shoes, etc., as if you are afraid that others can't tell that you are from a nouveau riche family. Clothes and accessories are for people to serve, not for you to be a display stand for brands."
Fu Yue hated it most when people laughed at her background. Her face flushed instantly and she gritted her teeth and said, "Song Qiao, you are so shameless and you still have the nerve to say that you are pursuing true love. How long have you been dating Xie Yanli when he went abroad? If he loved you, why didn't he take you with him? I think he had plans to go abroad a long time ago. He just treated you as a boring pastime back then. After all, it's better to refuse something that comes to your door for free."
Song Qiao's face turned pale. She suppressed her anger and said word by word: "Fu Yue, who are you calling entertainment?"
"Why, are you angry because I hit you in the sore spot? You laughed at my family for being nouveau riche, but how is your family better than mine? You really think you're a piece of cake. Xie Yanli was just playing with you. As for your breakup, I think it's obvious that Xie Yanli got tired of you, and you broke up first to save face or to play hard to get."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qiao raised his hand, and with a bang, a loud slap hit her in the face.
Due to the large amplitude of Song Qiao's movements, Fu Yue swayed all over and almost fell to the ground.
She covered her swollen right face in front of everyone, and a sharp explosion suddenly broke out of her mouth: "Song Qiao, you dare to hit me, I will fight you."
As she spoke, she pounced towards Song Qiao, but just as she got in front of Song Qiao and before she could raise her hand, Song Qiao poured half a bottle of white wine on the table over her head.
Fu Yue was furious when she saw that the Chanel suit she spent tens of thousands of dollars on was doused with white wine. She roared in a low voice: "Ah! Ah! Ah! Song Qiao, this suit of mine cost tens of thousands of dollars, you have to compensate me for it!"
Song Qiao put the bottle back on the table. She glanced at Fu Yue and said, "Who told you to be so mean? You deserve it."
Jiang Xinhui was standing aside to watch the fun. She accidentally saw Xie Yanli coming back. She immediately walked up to Fu Yue and said softly, "Yueyue, your clothes have been wet by Song Qiao. Take them off quickly, or you will catch a cold."
Seeing this, the other women enthusiastically wanted to help Fu Yue take off her coat. Fu Yue was about to refuse, but they kindly took off her clothes.
When everyone saw the glaring price tag inside, they were all stunned.
Fu Yue blushed instantly, and she stammered: "I...I am..."
Song Qiao reacted, she stared at Fu Yue and asked bluntly: "You bought clothes without tearing off the price tags, are you waiting to return them?"
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