"Thank you, Mrs. Luo." Qin Xiaoyu didn't quite understand the importance of the card, but still thanked her. Mrs. Luo then smiled and took her leave.
"That's incredible! You got the card right after getting engaged," Tang Wenwen said enviously.
"Is this card really that amazing?" Qin Xiaoyu looked at it over and over, seemingly contemplating throwing the card away but keeping the box.
"Do you know who this Mrs. Luo is? She's a movie star, she's won countless awards, a socialite!" Tang Wenwen said, and Qin Xiaoyu suddenly realized why she looked familiar.
She was a cover girl for popular movies, but the makeup in movies nowadays still has a strong sense of the times, and the stage makeup is quite heavy, so Mrs. Luo is even more beautiful in real life.
It turns out that the people who run beauty salons nowadays are all women of status, either celebrities or people in the entertainment industry. They rely on their good maintenance and their own circles to open beauty salons in private, which are similar to clubs and are all membership-based.
Ordinary people can't knock on that big black door, even if they have money. The nouveau riche are always kept out.
"Do you have a card?" Qin Xiaoyu then remembered to ask Tang Wenwen.
“Me? A mere junior manager at a department store, how could I be qualified? It was only when I had just started that Mrs. Fang took my aunt and me there. Mrs. Luo wanted to give my aunt a membership card, but my aunt declined.”
"Why?"
“My aunt told me when she got home that if you smear a bag of milk on yourself, the bathhouse masseur wouldn’t even dare to take it for two yuan, but Mrs. Luo dared to ask for a thousand…”
"A thousand?" Qin Xiaoyu was so shocked she almost bit her tongue.
"The three of you should cost around three thousand, right? If you have afternoon tea, it will be even more expensive," Tang Wenwen said with a helpless smile.
"My God, that sleep I had was worth so much!"
Qin Xiaoyu then realized that poverty had limited her imagination; she had never seen how rich people could spend money like this.
What's the difference between this and robbery? The bathhouse attendant protested.
Qin Xiaoyu didn't dare to sit inside for too long, fearing someone might come looking for her outside.
When she stood up, she finally understood what Miranda meant.
She really shouldn't sit down; sitting down would ruin the whole dress.
Linen is the fabric most prone to wrinkling, and this dress had all the wrinkles neatly arranged, hanging down along the grain. When Qin Xiaoyu sat down, it created a horizontal crease; it looked alright from the front, but from the back, it was terribly ugly.
"What should we do?" Tang Wenwen panicked; she hadn't expected her good intentions to backfire.
"I can't stay home either," Qin Xiaoyu said, turning left and right in front of the mirror, her forehead covered in sweat.
"Open the door." It was Miranda at the door. Was she here to see the joke?
Qin Xiaoyu went over and opened the door herself, only to be greeted by a pile of things being stuffed into her arms.
"Put it on," Miranda commanded, then turned and left.
Qin Xiaoyu looked at the shawl in her arms and understood her intentions.
Sure enough, with this veil draped over her body, the dress took on a completely different style. Qin Xiaoyu looked as if she were enveloped in a cloud of mist, ethereal, pure, and sweet.
When A Lei saw her, he rushed over to greet her.
"I've been looking for you." Judging from A Lei's admiring gaze, Qin Xiaoyu hadn't left any flaws. It seemed the fashion creative director had saved the day more than once.
"I'm tired, I need to rest."
“Come, let me introduce you to someone.” A Lei took Qin Xiaoyu’s arm and led her through the crowd to a middle-aged woman.
This woman was different from the other women present; she possessed more intellectualism and less of an air of elegance and nobility. Although her dress was also quite expensive, she clearly looked like a highly educated intellectual, not just a pretty face.
“Aunt Yu, this is my fiancée, Qin Xiaoyu.” A Lei gently patted Qin Xiaoyu’s back and helped her step forward.
"Hello, Aunt Yu." Qin Xiaoyu knew that playing it safe today would be the best she could do, otherwise she might cause an irreparable disaster.
"Qin Xiaoyu, I've heard Da Hai talk about you before. You're a very insightful businesswoman of the new era." This comment is a bit strange, but it doesn't seem to be derogatory.
"Da Hai is Manager Zhang. Look, he's coming over." A Lei waved. Manager Zhang and Qin Xiaoye slowly walked over.
Qin Xiaoyu instantly understood the identity of this Aunt Yu. She was extraordinary; this was the real lady.
"Mom, this is my comrade, Xiao Ye." Manager Zhang introduced Qin Xiao Ye.
When Qin Xiaoye came to Shanghai, Qin Xiaoyu deliberately concealed her background. This was to prevent their parents from finding out later, and it was like starting over.
So people at the Shanghai counter assumed Qin Xiaoye was called Ye Xiaoqin, since they usually called her Xiaoye Xiaoye anyway.
"Xiao Ye will replace Tang Wenwen in charge of the Shanghai counter. She has little experience, so Manager Zhang will guide her more." Qin Xiaoyu still spoke to Xiao Ye with that same indifferent tone, but she seemed a little anxious.
"She looks like a smart child; she'll learn anything quickly." Madam Yu wasn't displeased; instead, she reached out and pulled Qin Xiaoye aside to chat.
Qin Xiaoyu suddenly remembered a saying: "Fools are often blessed." Perhaps Qin Xiaoye's cold and unambitious nature would actually bring her good fortune, which would be a good thing.
"Are you hungry?" A Lei leaned down and asked in her ear. Qin Xiaoyu nodded honestly.
"Here's a piece of dark chocolate, have some energy first." A Lei placed a small round ball in her palm. Qin Xiaoyu was overjoyed, and just as she put the chocolate in her mouth, Mrs. Fang saw her and stuck out her tongue.
Mrs. Fang subtly shifted her gaze, pretending not to have seen anything.
There were automatic food dispensers on the table, and the guests would take their plates and eat automatically.
However, Qin Xiaoyu and A Lei were not allowed to eat, which made the foodie Qin Xiaoyu particularly annoyed. She was the main character, after all, and the food on the table was tempting enough. She would occasionally cast a resentful glance at them.
The next second, the main character becomes the little sister.
This was arranged by Madam Fang, so that her younger sister could perform a song on stage.
After several performances, the younger sister had become bold enough and didn't hold back. She strode onto the stage, climbed onto the piano bench, and sat down. Good-natured laughter rippled through the crowd.
Everyone knows the little sister's identity, and although her background is unknown, her angelic face has already melted everyone's hearts; she is simply flawless.
Of course, everyone understands that having the children perform on such occasions is just to liven things up. Which child from such a family can't play the piano? Expecting them to play exceptionally well is unreasonable.
Madam Fang had agreed to let my younger sister play Moonlight Sonata. My younger sister is a lively person and has never liked quiet pieces. She was somewhat reluctant, and as soon as the music started, you could hear the frustration she felt while practicing. The piece was rather bland.
Mrs. Fang frowned slightly. Qin Xiaoyu quickly searched through the crowd, and Miranda was already shaking her head.
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