"Miss Jing, are you going to design another gown? If not, then we have nothing to discuss."
"Fine, I want you to design clothes for me."
"Then the price can’t be lower than last time, after all, you were a sensation on the red carpet last time."
"I don’t care about the money, really, Qin Mu, if you’re only after money, I can give you as much as you ask for."
Since Miss Jing had made such a boastful claim, why shouldn’t she be able to make a demand?
Yet Jing Qing was immediately silenced upon hearing her words, all the things she had wanted to say stuck in her throat.
Who would have thought that someone would have the audacity to ask for a hundred billion.
"To be honest, even though I don’t make as much money as you, I’m not exactly short on cash."
Qin Mu gave her a faint smile at her dumbfounded expression, lowered her eyes, and glanced at the time on her wrist: I have quite a few tasks today, if Miss Jing doesn’t have anything urgent, then I won’t keep you company.
"Qin Mu, I love him so much it drives me crazy!"
Jing Qing finally blurted out just before Qin Mu turned to leave, sounding somewhat humble.
Qin Mu then looked at her more seriously but ultimately just laughed: I’ve heard you say that before. It’s nice to be able to love someone. Have you confessed to him? Has he accepted you?
The sunlight was brilliant, bathing the earth in the most comfortable warmth of summer.
Unlike his response last time, this time Qin Mu asked very calmly, with a hint of curiosity.
At that moment, she truly envied Jing Qing because regarding matters of the heart, she dared not utter a word.
But these questions were undoubtedly a slap in Jing Qing’s face, as she stared straight at her, lips sealed tightly.
"I really need to get to work! — Oh right, it’s your birthday tomorrow, Yichen insisted I accompany him!"
Qin Mu suddenly added this and nonchalantly brushed back the hair from her face as she spoke.
Jing Qing, with her sharp eyes, noticed the love bite on her neck and unconsciously bit the flesh inside her lip, her hands clenched tightly as Qin Mu turned away with a smile.
Jing Qing laughed involuntarily, she was going to accompany Mu Yi to her birthday party?
Why would her birthday party involve this woman?
Qin Mu kept pushing her limits, not only had she taken over Mu Yi as soon as she returned, but she had also taken all the advantages. Jing Qing had heard that the small car Qin Mu bought was from the design fees she earned, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. No one has ever dared to take advantage of her as Qin Mu did.
So, turning on her heel, she took her phone out before getting into the car: There’s a bag in the drawer of my room, bring the contents to AM, where I’ll be waiting for you.
After hanging up the call, she drove straight to AM. Mu Yi was supposed to meet business partners at the hotel for lunch that day, and originally, she just wanted to attend to make her presence felt and casually suggest he accompany her as her date the next day, but now, she had to do something more.
At twelve noon, Mu Yi, Qiao Yi, and their business partners’ cars stopped outside the hotel in succession. Jing Qing, dressed in a sexy bandeau and knee-length dress, had just entered the hotel when she seemed to casually look back.
As soon as Qiao Yi got out of the car, he saw Jing Qing’s face, the one he longed for even in his dreams, and her figure wrapped in a pale yellow dress. He was momentarily mesmerized.
Mu Yi, with a suit over his arm, was escorting partners inside and passed by Qiao Yi with a helpless sigh, before continuing forward.
The clients were also pleasantly surprised to see Jing Qing, especially since she was smiling so kindly at them: Hello! Yichen, such a coincidence that you’re here too.
He responded indifferently because the two middle-aged men, who were partners, had already stopped, prompting him to do the same.
"Isn’t that Miss Jing? You look so different from on TV."
"Indeed, you’re even more beautiful in person, a perfect match for our Mr. Mu."
The two partners were particularly flattering to Jing Qing, their eyes almost fixated on her.
Qiao Yi slowly approached but shifted his gaze away from Jing Qing: Let’s go upstairs and talk.
"I just came to have some soup by myself today, could I join you at your table?"
Jing Qing walked alongside Mu Yi, asking gently.
Mu Yi let out a soft laugh without a word, his eyes void of any warmth.
Yet Jing Qing happily followed him inside.
The restaurant manager quickly ran down, greeted them at the elevator door, and accompanied them inside.
Jing Qing subtly lowered her gaze and gently placed her hand on Mu Yi’s arm.