Qin Mu felt that this superpower was really incredible!
She just hadn’t expected Mrs. Yang to come looking for trouble again, and with such an excuse.
"Hey, it’s her, she’s trying to run, stop her quickly."
Qin Mu hadn’t really figured out a plan, and just when she thought to address the issue, she was treated as a fugitive. Turning around, she saw several middle-aged wealthy ladies following Mrs. Yang to intercept her.
Qin Mu then stood outside the door, figuring it would be more spacious for a confrontation.
The studio instantly calmed down, and her colleagues also followed outside, naturally not allowing someone to bully one of their own so easily.
Qin Mu stood at the front, her colleagues lined up beside her, ready to intervene if someone should charge forward and start a fight.
The entourage Mrs. Yang brought had an intimidating demeanor, and perhaps because they were middle-aged women, they each looked important and fierce.
So is there really no reason some women lose the husbands who once loved them?
Remembering Helian Hao saying Mrs. Yang’s husband had already been keeping a mistress, Qin Mu actually felt not the slightest pity for Mrs. Yang.
"Isn’t this Mrs. Yang? What’s the matter? The gown doesn’t fit?"
Qin Mu crossed her arms and stepped slightly forward, smiling as she asked.
"You must refund me and compensate for my emotional distress and medical expenses, or else I’ll sue you."
Mrs. Yang wasn’t nearly as polite, but threatened Qin Mu, pointing at her nose.
"I suppose you’ve brought the medical diagnosis already?"
After pondering for a while with lowered eyes, Qin Mu went on to ask.
"Of course! Here, if you don’t compensate me fully today, I’m telling you, we’re not done."
Qin Mu watched Mrs. Yang pulling out the medical report from her pocket and unconsciously licked her soft lips.
Broad daylight, the heavens and the earth clear and bright.
Did these women really think they could get their money back so easily?
"Can I make a phone call?"
Qin Mu’s eyes twinkled, childishly inquiring once more.
"Make a call? No calls, don’t think I don’t know who you’re going to call, don’t even think about it, now, right away, pay up, or we, the sisters here, are not vegetarians."
"That’s right, we are not vegetarians."
"Don’t think we are easy to bully."
"Quickly pay back the money, or else we aren’t going to be nice."
Qin Mu couldn’t help but nod at their ready-to-fight stance: "Hmm, I can see that!"
Qin Mu glanced at Xiaomei, who was trembling slightly with fear. Qin Mu sighed helplessly and then said with a composed smile, "Well then, let’s call the police."
Qin Mu heard Mrs. Yang asking, then turned to her: "Call the police, you want to sue me, don’t you?"
"Or should I make that call for you?"
Qin Mu raised her eyebrows.
"What? You’re a madwoman, do you know what will happen when the police come?"
"I’m sure I’ll be fine, but you won’t be so lucky."
Qin Mu lowered her lashes, which concealed the sharpness in her eyes. Her calm demeanor in face of danger gave off a strong impression.
Actually, she was just standing there very unobtrusively.
"Is that so? Then let’s get the police, I’d like to see whether they side with you or with me."
"Naturally, they’ll side with you, but if things blow up, it might come to your husband’s ears. I’ve heard your marriage has been dead in all but name for a long time, and if he finds out you’re willing to involve the police just to oppose me, I wonder if he’ll keep up the pretense for such a foolish woman?"
After speaking, Qin Mu looked up at her with a sincere smile.
"Don’t try to scare me."
Mrs. Yang looked at the sisters who had come with her and found them all frowning now.
She had thought that dealing with a little girl in her early twenties would be a no-brainer, coming at Qin Mu with such confidence over a simple excuse. Yet she hadn’t anticipated that this young girl would remain so composed in the face of their worldly and experienced group, even handling the situation with surprising ease.
Mrs. Yang, reminded of someone’s words that this girl was not as simple as she seemed, couldn’t help swallowing hard.
"I’ll let it go today, but I will come back another day. Ever since I put on the gown you designed, I’ve been feeling uncomfortable. I’m going to tell everyone in Rongcheng that there’s something eerie about your studio."
"There aren’t many chances for our studio to become famous, so I must trouble you, Mrs. Yang."