Chapter 191 Are You All Crazy?
"you!"
Ms. Cui was so angry that she wanted to curse back, but she hated her own limited vocabulary.
Fortunately, Yin Yue stood up in time and pulled her back.
Yin Yue nervously glanced at Su Qian secretly, looking at her stealthily again and again, fearing that she would vent her anger on him because of Ms. Cui.
All right.
How can Su Qian's desire for a divorce not be considered a form of venting her anger on others?
Yin Yue felt like he had fallen into a jar of jealousy and felt sour in his heart.
His eyes were cold and serious, and his voice was neither too loud nor too soft, so everyone could hear him seriously. "Mom, Qianqian is right. We must abide by the law. Divorce and equal division of property is legal and reasonable. Don't always make trouble for Qianqian because of such a small matter."
Ms. Cui covered her chest and was almost mad to death at this love-brained and unfilial son.
What makes sense?
ah?
What he divided up was the Yin family’s property!
Yin Yue said in a deep voice, "Mom, don't worry about these things. I have my own plans."
Ms. Cui glared at her disappointing son.
Yin Yue remained calm and even felt a little proud inside.
The Yin family is wealthy and powerful. If he hadn't insisted on giving half of the assets to Qianqian, the properties under the names of the two would still be entangled and difficult to separate in a short time. How could he find an excuse to go to Qianqian every now and then?
When Qianqian filed for divorce, she didn't ask for anything, not even the jewelry he gave her.
It was he who offered to give her half of his property.
Su Qian naturally would not refuse the industry that came to his doorstep.
She was wide awake.
After she and Yin Yue divorced, if he remarried and had a few more children, what would Yin Zheng get when he grew up?
She would take whatever Yin Yue wanted to give her, and when Yin Zheng grew up, she wouldn't have to fight over Yin Yue's child from his remarriage.
She would keep this half of the property for Yin Zheng.
Ms. Cui was restrained by Yin Yue. Cui Wenwen was unwilling to give in and wanted to say something, but Su Qian shot her a cold look, blocking her words before she could even finish them. "Shut up! You have no right to speak here!"
Song Shuyan looked at Su Qian with admiration, then turned to the translator and said, "Let's order first."
Yin Yue took the two Ms. Cuis to a corner away from their table.
After the three of them sat down and ordered their food, they were all absent-minded.
Cui Wenwen was so happy to be able to have dinner with Yin Yue that she forgot everything else and only had eyes for him.
Yin Yue didn't even look at Cui Wenwen. All his thoughts were spent on openly peeking at Su Qian.
She smiled.
She took a bite of the baked snails with cheese and frowned. Oh, she didn't like this dish.
Ms. Cui also glared at Su Qian fiercely.
She looked again and again.
I don’t understand why my son likes this woman?
She is indeed beautiful. Even after giving birth to three children, time has been kind to her and has not left many traces on her. Her figure is still slim and her pretty face is smooth and delicate.
Miss Song's similar innocent face is youthful and green, but lacks the natural maturity and elegance in her gestures.
Then she turned her head to look at her silly son, who was staring at others without blinking. The love in his deep eyes was about to overflow and could not be hidden.
Ms. Cui suffered a heart attack.
No future!
She poked the steak on the plate angrily, picked up a small piece with her fork, and chewed it viciously!
The bright lights shone on the stage, and tall and well-proportioned models walked on stage with their long legs, showing off their gorgeous dresses to the audience.
Although they all had expressionless faces, the audience could still glimpse a hint of pride in their every move.
The audience cheered.
The judges in the front row were scoring each dress.
"I heard there are Asian faces participating this year?"
"The East?" one of the judges scoffed. "That once great nation, isn't its people now barely able to get enough to eat? How can they still have the heart to pursue art?"
"William, art has no borders. Don't miss out on the heritage of this great Eastern country!" the judge next to him reminded.
William curled his lips in disdain. He wanted to see what kind of dress the once great Eastern power could come up with to participate in the competition.
In his opinion, this year's champion must be the LY family without a doubt. Their family has always served celebrities and aristocrats and is deeply loved by nobles from all over the world.
The others are just running along.
“Look!”
"Wow!"
“This dress is so beautiful!”
"The flowing skirt, with rhinestones sparkling and dazzling, even changes color!"
“How amazing!”
"Like the colors of the starry sky, from deep blue to colorful black, it's so beautiful that it makes your heart flutter."
William's gaze fell on the T-stage, and his eyes lit up.
Is this LY’s work this year?
Only the LY family has this ability, right?
This perfect tailoring, this ultimate aesthetic.
It perfectly caught the audience's attention.
"The great Eastern country is indeed home to hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"
"What did you say?" William turned around in surprise. The judge sitting next to him raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "This set of works is the work of an Oriental artist that you look down upon."
How is that possible!
William didn't believe it.
He looked through the entry information in front of him. What was the number on the tag on the model?
No. 16.
Found it!
William flipped through the information for a few seconds, and his heart was hanging in the air.
Su Qian sat in the audience with a calm expression on her face.
In fact, she was very proud. She felt that after watching the whole show, the dress Song Shuyan took out for the competition was the most amazing and refreshing.
If the judges dare not give "Starry Sky" the first place, she will report them for having inside information!
"I want this dress!"
In the VIP seats, a beautiful lady wearing a crown and precious jewels all over her body gave her orders to her subordinates.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
After a while, the subordinate reported back.
"Oh no, Princess! The princess from the neighboring country also likes this dress."
"And the Duchess is bidding too!"
"It's already been called two million, should we still follow?"
The subordinate reported it reluctantly.
The princess ordered coldly, "Continue!"
But the princess, a little-known oriental designer, the dress she made is not worth the price!
The subordinates secretly criticized.
Forget it, it’s not his money that’s being spent, as long as the master is happy.
Song Shuyan in the audience was also stunned. She watched helplessly as her work was called out at a price she could not even imagine. She was numb.
Sure enough, it’s easier to make money from rich people!
These ladies really spend money like water.
Cui Wenwen was also dumbfounded.
What?
A torn skirt costs millions?
Is she crazy, or is the world crazy?
Ms. Cui's life creed was also impacted.
How many millions can a skirt made by Su Qian's daughter sell for?
Are you crazy?
These foreign women.
She closed her eyes. No, she must be dreaming.
When the news got back to Hong Kong, the gossip magazines went crazy.
The entire page was devoted to introducing how Miss Song had brought glory to the country abroad, and how a dress was sold to a foreign princess for 3.5 million!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
