He Sitong's face flushed red and then turned pale, a look of embarrassment flashing in her eyes.
"What?" she retorted, "Am I wrong?"
Qu Jiacheng certainly knew that in high society, many people would never wear their custom-made gowns a second time, and that many expensive clothes could not be washed.
There's even a meme about it online.
A girl saved up money to buy an expensive dress, but after wearing and washing it, the dress broke and she had trouble contacting customer service.
The customer service representative replied: "Dear customer, our clothes are only for one-time wear."
Qu Jiacheng felt extremely embarrassed and shouted, "He Sitong! Stop talking!"
He Sitong looked at him with a wronged expression, tears welling up in her eyes and almost spilling out. After thinking for a moment, she shut her mouth.
A smile appeared on Fu Sang's exquisite and beautiful face as she looked at the two men and women who had infiltrated the banquet.
"Alright, are you planning to offer compensation now?"
She paused for a moment, then took out her phone, her slender, fair fingers tapping the screen.
"If you're not going to pay compensation, I'm calling the police right now!"
"No!" He Sitong shouted immediately, "You can't call the police!"
If Qu Jiacheng were arrested and taken to the police station, and the news were to leak out, it would seriously affect his career.
"Mr. Yan, I don't have that much money to spare right now." Qu Jiacheng said apologetically, appearing very polite and wanting to resolve the issue amicably.
"Please, for the sake of me not doing it on purpose," he said with difficulty, "could you pay half?"
Fu Sang glanced at him with disdain, as if watching a clown jumping around.
"Sure."
If we keep making things difficult for her, people will think she has character flaws. Let's just end this easy question.
The farce ended there, and the people dispersed.
Qu Jiacheng turned and left, and He Sitong quickly chased after him.
Fu Sang turned to look at the handsome man beside her. Hua Ci was not a quiet person, but he was unexpectedly silent tonight.
"I'm a little tired, shall we go and rest for a while?"
Hua Ci reached out his well-defined hand, grasped her fair and slender wrist, and half-supported her to the floor-to-ceiling window where they could sit.
After sitting down, Fu Sang picked up a glass of fruit wine and took a small sip.
The man's burning gaze was fixed on her, making her mouth go dry and causing her to feel a little nervous.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Hua Ci's beautiful eyes held a complex expression, her deep gaze carrying a hint of probing, as if trying to fathom all of her thoughts.
It's highly suspicious. Even if there was a temporary unpleasantness between them, they wouldn't choose to do it at a banquet like this, making Qu Jiacheng lose face.
Moreover, she wasn't joking when she threatened to call the police.
If Qu Jiacheng is imprisoned, this scandal will greatly affect his future.
"Did Qu Jiacheng offend you?" he asked tentatively.
Fu Sang knew he doubted her, so she deliberately pursed her rosy lips and said, feigning displeasure.
"I recently discovered that the assistant I hired to chase after celebrities, who is that woman just now, is flirting with Qu Jiacheng. Those two scumbags and despicable people teamed up to deceive me!"
Hua Ci's eyes flickered slightly, as if she had suddenly realized something, and she said, "So, you deliberately kept me as a mistress because you planned to use me to get revenge on Qu Jiacheng?"
Fu Sang moved a little closer to him, took his arm, and said softly, "No."
Little darling, come quickly into your sugar daddy's arms.
"Hua Ci, I truly love you."
The girl's voice was soft and sweet, and her words sounded like the most beautiful love confessions.
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