Chapter 9: Are the clothes real or fake?
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes instantly focused on Fu Yue. They began to point at her and talk in low voices.
"Damn it, you're a nouveau riche and you can't afford Chanel? You're not removing the price tag, are you waiting to return it after the party?"
"She usually acts like she thinks highly of herself, looking down on this and that, but she does this to swell her face and pretend to be rich. She's really good at pretending."
"You said she was called Princess Chanel when she was in school, but she couldn't have been doing this since then, right? She's so vain."
Some people at the scene covered their mouths and laughed secretly, some looked disgusted, and some even shouted deliberately: "Just for one night's face, is it worth it? Who knows which unlucky person will buy the clothes she returned in the future."
Fu Yue looked at the strange looks and ridicules from those around her, and her expression became noticeably more panicked. She lowered her head, her cheeks quickly heating up uncontrollably, and her eyes became even more erratic.
She couldn't help but feel secretly annoyed. She came to this party to show off and take the opportunity to build relationships with rich people like them, but she didn't expect that her good plans would be messed up by Song Qiao.
When she thought of this, she became furious. This damn Song Qiao actually dared to embarrass her. She would definitely find an opportunity to take revenge on him in the future.
But now was not the time to think about this. She was quickly thinking about how to deal with the current embarrassing situation.
After closing her eyes for a few moments, she suddenly realized that there was no need for her to feel guilty.
She suppressed her guilty conscience, stared at Song Qiao with wide eyes and scolded: "Song Qiao, what nonsense are you talking about? It's not like I can't afford it, how could I do such a thing."
Song Qiao looked at her and asked, "So what are you doing?"
Fu Yue's eyes flickered. She paused, wanting to say something but stopping herself: "I... I am..."
"You have too many clothes and forgot to tear off the labels?" Song Qiao took the initiative to help her think of an excuse.
Fu Yue swallowed unconsciously and blurted out, "Yes, I had too many clothes and forgot for a moment." Although she also felt that this excuse was a bit lame, it was better than not being able to think of a reason at all.
Song Qiao walked quickly to her. Fu Yue looked at her in panic, eyes full of vigilance: "Song Qiao, what do you want to do?"
"Help you." Song Qiao reached out and took the dress, ripped off the price tag, and then smiled at Fu Yue: "I'll help you take it off, otherwise the dress will be uncomfortable to wear."
Fu Yue originally wanted to sell the dress at a second-hand luxury store after the party, but now that the price tag has been torn off, the dress will be sold for at least 20,000 less.
She knew Song Qiao did it on purpose, and her face twisted slightly with anger: "Song Qiao, you...this dress is new and you've stained it. Anyway, I won't wear it again in the future, so you have to compensate me for the dress."
Song Qiao glanced at the price tag in her hand that she hadn't thrown away yet, frowned and said, "Eighty-six thousand?"
Although Song Qiao is not short of money, she doesn't usually pay attention to wearing big brands. She only believes in one principle when it comes to wearing clothes: comfortable and simple.
It turns out that this ugly dress is so expensive. Although she can afford to pay for it, she does not agree with this consumption concept.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Fu Yue immediately put on a condescending attitude and said, "Song Qiao, your family runs a company after all. It's only over 80,000 yuan. Don't tell me you can't afford it?"
After she finished speaking, she added in a sarcastic tone, "Song Qiao, I don't want to embarrass you. If you can't afford to pay, forget it. How about this, while everyone is here, as long as you admit your mistake and apologize to me, I won't ask you to pay for the dress. How about this, am I being kind enough to you?"
Song Qiao would never apologize to someone as vain as her. She thought about it. After all, she was the one who splashed the wine on Fu Yue. She would pay for it. Although she felt it was not worth it, she still said lightly: "Fu Yue, did I say I won't pay?"
After she finished speaking, she took out her cell phone. Seeing this, Fu Yue's lips curled up slightly.
Just as Song Qiao was about to pay for her, Xie Yanli, who was standing not far away, said indifferently: "Miss Song is really generous. She didn't even take the clothes for appraisal, but paid for them directly."
Xie Yanli’s reminder was very timely. As soon as these words came out, Song Qiao reacted instantly.
Yes, she should at least ask Fu Yue for a shopping receipt, so she paused the payment and asked, "Fu Yue, I don't want to be so troublesome, can you show me your clothing invoice?"
Fu Yue was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "I… I threw away the receipt after I bought it."
Song Qiao felt that Fu Yue's words were very suspicious. How could someone who loved to show off like her throw away the invoice? Although she doesn't wear luxury goods, she knows that she can sell these clothes in second-hand luxury stores for money when they are no longer worn. How could she not keep the invoices?
"Didn't you say that this suit was newly bought? Since the invoice is gone, you must have your payment record, right? I won't make it difficult for you. Show it to me and I'll transfer the money to you right away."
Fu Yue was anxious. She said with her eyes wide open: "Song Qiao, why should I show you the payment record? That is my privacy. If you don't want to pay, just say so."
After all, it was more than 80,000, and Song Qiao's request was not excessive, and what Fu Yue said was completely untenable.
Moreover, the prince's words just now seemed to be a mockery of Song Qiao, but in fact he was helping her. Since the prince has expressed his opinion, the onlookers present naturally stand on Song Qiao's side.
They responded one after another: "Fu Yue, you can't produce the invoice or the payment record. Could your clothes be fake?"
"Fu Yue, since you said that this dress is new, I will drive you to the store to ask the clerk to confirm it. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"
"Fu Yue, more than 80,000 is not a small amount. You can't just blackmail people based on a price tag!" Tiny beads of sweat instantly appeared on Fu Yue's forehead. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes. She looked at everyone, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, Xie Yanli frowned slightly and said to Jiang Xinhui, "Aren't you a VIP customer of Chanel? Why don't you ask your salesperson to check the clothing number?"
The prince spoke, and everyone immediately responded, "By the way, Xinhui, you should have the WeChat of the store's sales, right? Please help ask."
Fu Yue's face suddenly turned ugly, her cheeks turned red from her ears to her neck. She looked at Jiang Xinhui with an uneasy expression in her eyes.
Song Qiao saw Fu Yue's embarrassment and realized that there was definitely something wrong with the source of her clothes. She looked at the constant booing around her and suddenly felt that it was meaningless.
She said to Fu Yue, "How about this? I have your WeChat account anyway. You can take the clothes to be dry-cleaned first. I'll pay for the laundry. If the clothes can't be washed out, I'll compensate you according to the price."
Fu Yue suddenly had a chance to step aside. She coughed lightly and said, "That's it. It will save Xinhui from having to worry."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Xinhui spoke in a gentle voice: "It's not a bother. I'll ask for you while everyone is here. Otherwise, it's easy for you two to have a conflict if you try to solve it privately later."
Jiang Xinhui has been wearing high-end brand clothes for so many years, so she can naturally tell whether Fu Yue's clothes are genuine or fake. Her current purpose is very clear, she doesn't want to let Song Qiao go easily.
After she finished speaking, she took out her cell phone and contacted sales. After she reported the price tag code, she soon received a reply from sales. After reading what the sales said, she looked at Fu Yue in surprise.
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