Qin Mu subconsciously followed his hand with her gaze, then immediately turned away, no longer in the mood for jokes or sarcasm.
"Take it back, I don’t want it."
"You can give it back to me on the day we get divorced."
"You keep talking about divorce, but you won’t let me see Huanhuan!"
Angered, she snapped the book shut, tossing it aside, and sat up to confront him.
She was truly infuriated, unable to stop herself from yelling at him.
"If I didn’t say that, wouldn’t you have immediately gone with me to the civil affairs bureau?"
He gave a bitter smile, looking at her pale face with his body to the side.
"I..., you... are simply being unreasonable."
Her brain throbbed with anger.
He lounged behind her, his dark eyes gazing at the room’s simple lighting fixtures.
"Why were you having dinner with Qin Mingzhu?"
He suddenly remembered the incident from noon and asked her.
Qin Mu’s eyes shifted subtly, realizing then that he had seen her but had simply chosen not to greet her.
She had thought he hadn’t seen her, huh.
But remembering that he was with Jing Qing at that time, she didn’t want to waste words with him, so she remained silent.
"Mind your own business, and I’ll mind mine. From now on, you go your way, and I’ll cross my own bridge."
She refused to answer his question, bitterly drawing a line between them.
"Ha, do you think I’m a child? Spending all day being jealous and nothing else?"
Qin Mu turned her face away, not wanting to look at him, nor wanting him to see her.
"What can I do to make you happy?"
"Don’t bother! Just go away!"
She still wanted to push him away. Some words were on the tip of her tongue, but as soon as she remembered she didn’t want him, she immediately pushed him away again.
"Mumu, I can’t leave anymore!"
His dark hawk-like eyes gazed at her, sinking deeper.
Some words seemed to have been said many times, but each time they were more heartbreaking to the listener.
"Qinqin, there’s a client here to see you in person."
Xiaomei stood at the door with a notebook in her arms, knocking to remind her.
Without any hesitation, Qin Mu left upon hearing the voice.
As Qin Mu stepped out, she saw a meticulously dressed middle-aged woman standing there, oozing a sense of superiority.
"That lady there, she said she wants you to personally design a suit for her husband."
"Have you checked my recent schedule?" Qin Mu asked Xiaomei softly.
"Well, there are a couple of days. We can make the draft for her, two days should be enough, right?" Xiaomei wasn’t fond of the matron, even though she was clad head to toe in designer brands.
The two stood in a dim area, so the matron couldn’t see or hear them whispering. After mulling over it for a moment, Qin Mu, reasoning that it would be foolish to turn down money, approached the woman.
The matron turned her head upon hearing the voice, then gave a faint smile: "Are you Qin Mu?"
"Yes! I heard you specifically asked for me to personally design a gown for you?"
Qin Mu, observing the woman’s expression, knew she wasn’t very fond of her and didn’t particularly care to understand why, took a seat opposite the matron and subconsciously assessed the woman’s demeanor.
Hmm, her midlife aloofness was almost impeccably manifested.
"I’ve heard that even the Jing Family’s second young miss has had gowns designed by you. My husband’s birthday is in a few days, please design an evening dress for me. The color should not be too flashy, yet vibrant; not too long, that’s cumbersome, but not too short either. As for the style, well, I can’t articulate that, that’s the designer’s job."
Qin Mu lowered her eyes, a smile still on her face but her mind involuntarily guessing the reason behind this woman’s request for her services.
It seemed like she looked down on her; could it really just be celebrity influence?
"Your requirements are not excessive at all; I can fulfill them all, but—, Xiaomei, why don’t you discuss the price with this lady first?"
Qin Mu offered a hundred percent sincere smile as she said this, but her tone chilled at the end.
Xiaomei immediately stepped forward: "Of course!"
"You two go ahead and talk." Qin Mu smiled and glanced at the matron, then turned and walked away, giving Xiaomei a meaningful look.
Understanding the signal, Xiaomei, mindful of Qin Mu’s rules for handling difficult clients, sat down with the price list: "Please take a look at this. All of our designers have their rates listed here. It’s not necessarily only Miss Qin you have to work with; our other designers have also created gowns for many international celebrities."
The matron was stunned when she saw the price list: "Why is she so expensive?"
"Expensive? This is the standard rate we offer to regular clients. The last time an actress came to Miss Qin for a design, she paid ten times this amount, and they are practically sisters."