Xu Qingran was dressed in a maid outfit, which was the uniform for all the waiters at the banquet that evening.
The plate used to hold the wine, along with the wine bottle, shattered on the ground. Each bottle of wine cost over ten thousand yuan, which Xu Qingran couldn't afford to pay for. Her eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry.
She didn't know how much the beautiful woman's dress was worth, but she was in the wrong first, so she still had to pay for it.
Xu Qingran never expected to run into Song Qingyou here.
Xu Qingran's youthful face was filled with surprise and blankness: "Miss Song, what a coincidence."
Song Qingyou wasn't particularly interested in Xu Qingran's sudden appearance; she simply gave a faint "hmm" in response.
Jiang Xun no longer cared about her wet clothes and raised an eyebrow, asking, "You two know each other?"
Xu Qingran cautiously looked up at Song Qingyou, then lowered her head and said softly, "I don't know her."
Miss Song probably doesn't want to admit that she knows her.
Xu Qingran thought bitterly that they weren't familiar with each other, having only met a few times, so it was normal that they didn't know each other.
Song Qingyou glanced at her, her words directed at Jiang Xun: "Not familiar."
Xu Qingran looked up in surprise, not expecting the other person to say they weren't familiar with each other, instead of directly denying that they knew each other. She was a little happy and wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the flamboyant woman.
"Why do I feel like you two look a bit alike?" Jiang Xun said, as if she had discovered something interesting. "She looks like a knock-off of you, Song Qingyou."
Song Qingyou: "...No, she's not a pirated copy, don't talk nonsense."
No one is a copy of anyone else, and besides, she didn't think Xu Qingran resembled her.
Xu Qingran waved her hand awkwardly and said, "Yes, we don't look alike."
Jiang Xun didn't continue on that topic, but instead said, "This dress of mine is a D brand spring haute couture piece, it costs about 1.2 million. How do you plan to compensate me? By bank transfer or cash?"
Xu Qingran was completely stunned, and it took her a long time to find her voice: "You... what did you say? One million two hundred thousand?"
Did she hear that right?
A dress costs this much?
Even if we sold her, we couldn't afford to pay for it!
Xu Qingran panicked a little and forced herself to say, "I'm sorry, it's just wet. Can I wash it for you? Or can I send it to the dry cleaners and pay for it?"
"Tsk, didn't you just say you'd pay for it? How come it's just a wash now?" Jiang Xun scoffed. "Just wet? It's covered in wine stains, do you think I can still wear it?"
Xu Qingran's face turned pale, and the tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally fell in large drops. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to, but I really don't have that much money right now. How about I pay you back in installments?"
As she spoke, she wiped away her tears. Jiang Xun gradually became impatient. Originally, she was just teasing this young girl. More than 1.2 million yuan was just a drop in the ocean for her, but it was probably an astronomical sum for a student.
She didn't intend for the child to actually lose money; it's just that Jiang Xun really dislikes people who cry at the slightest provocation.
She lost her joking mood and said calmly, "Don't cry, you don't need to pay me back."
Xu Qingran wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and choked out, "I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to renege on the debt, I'll pay in installments..."
She didn't continue, because 1.2 million was an astronomical sum for her, one she might never be able to afford in her lifetime.
Even if it's in installments, how many years and months can it be paid out in installments?
Xu Qingran lost her confidence just thinking about it.
"If you insist on this, then you'll have to pay up," Jiang Xun said coldly.
Xu Qingran felt as if she had been struck on the head, and began to regret why she had been so stubborn and defiant. She looked at Song Qingyou with pleading eyes.
Song Qingyou didn't say a word from beginning to end. She was disgusted by the smell here and wanted to leave as soon as possible to find Fu Wenzhou.
Seeing Xu Qingran's gaze, Song Qingyou covered her mouth and coughed lightly: "You dirtied her clothes, how to compensate is a matter between the two of you. I have something to do, I'll go inside first."
Seeing that Song Qingyou ignored her, Xu Qingran bit her lip and was about to cry again.
Jiang Xun frowned deeply. She hated people crying and was most afraid of girls crying: "Are you prone to tears? I just said you didn't need to pay, but you insisted. Now that I'm making you pay, you're crying again. Do you think crying can solve the problem, or do you think that I should forgive your mistakes just because you cry?"
Xu Qingran lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "I..."
Jiang Xun said coldly, "I've seen plenty of hypocrites like you. You should be grateful that you know Song Qingyou, so I don't plan to pursue this. You can leave now and stop getting in my way."
Jiang Xun's words were harsh, and Xu Qingran felt extremely upset. She wanted to argue that she wasn't just pretending to be high-minded; she genuinely wanted to compensate, but she simply couldn't afford that price.
But saying these things when you're broke is no different from the other person's accusation of being pretentious.
Xu Qingran squatted down to pick up the tray and bottles, and stammered, "Thank you, I'm sorry..."
Jiang Xun looked down at her skirt, which was stained with wine. She couldn't wear it anymore and had to change into something else.
She brushed past Xu Qingran without even glancing at her.
Xu Qingran felt out of place here, but her mother was sick and she needed money. Without money, her mother would just have to wait to die at home. If they couldn't raise the money by next month, the optimal time for surgery would have passed.
Xu Qingran's tears flowed more and more. She worked several part-time jobs during the day and had to work part-time until 2 a.m. at night. She had to rush to her first job at 7 a.m. She worked day and night for more than two months and only managed to save a little over 10,000 yuan.
She's still short 200,000 yuan for her mother's surgery; where is she going to get the rest?
The more Xu Qingran thought about it, the more she felt devastated. The emotions she had suppressed for months surged up all at once, and she cried uncontrollably.
Song Qingyou came out of the side room and looked down at Xu Qingran, who was crying uncontrollably on the ground.
Xu Qingran was so engrossed in crying that she didn't notice the commotion at the door, picking up the broken glass from the ground as she cried.
Suddenly, a light green silk handkerchief appeared in front of me.
"Wipe it off."
Xu Qingran hurriedly looked up at her dusty hands, but didn't take the handkerchief. Instead, she wiped her tears away forcefully with the hem of her clothes and stood up from the ground: "Thank you."
Song Qingyou put away the handkerchief, her eyes indifferent: "You're still a student, it's better for you to stay away from these kinds of worlds of fame and fortune."
Xu Qingran was filled with shame and feared that Song Qingyou would misunderstand her: "I didn't. I was just trying to make money. It's not what you think."
“I mean, there are a lot of people coming and going here, and a lot of them with bad intentions. This society is far more complicated than you think.” After a pause, Song Qingyou said, “Be careful to protect yourself.”
She turned around after she finished speaking.
Xu Qingran stood there stunned for two seconds, then suddenly called out to her, "Miss Song!"
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