Chapter 1587: Chapter 1588: Did Rong Yan ask you to come?
“Who are you? Are you one of Rong Nanfeng’s people? How come I’ve never seen you before.” Jiang Meiqi poked her head out from inside.
The room behind her was only about twenty square meters, with dishes from an uneaten lunch scattered around. It was narrow and dim. Yet, she was dressed in a high-end dress that clashed with the room behind her; the dress was adapted from a cheongsam, made of luxurious dark green silk with intricate designs. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that the patterns were stitched one thread at a time, and such handcrafted garments typically cost several thousand dollars. However, the dress was all wrinkled on her, as if it hadn’t been ironed, and the hem seemed to have some unwashed stains.
Her hair was neatly done, but similarly oily as if it hadn’t been washed in a while. Jiang Meiqi’s eyelids drooped, and those once arrogant eyes had lost the care of luxury beauty salons. Her eyelids were relaxed, with bags under her eyes looking swollen, heavy dark circles, making her look old and unsightly. Her facial skin was the same, severely sagging and covered with fine lines. Yet, she defied fate, desperately applying foundation to her face. The inferior foundation didn’t absorb into the skin, appearing artificially pale; she applied it thickly, coupled with cheap lipstick, resembling the clown makeup often intentionally done on some variety shows.
But she didn’t seem to notice, wearing pearl earrings and behaving as if she were still a lady living in a detached villa. An unusual mix of pitiful and ridiculous!
Ordinary people might think her mind was troubled upon seeing the makeup on her head and wrinkled clothes, but Qin Jun didn’t show a shocked expression; he remained steady, staring at her, “I’m not one of Rong Nanfeng’s people; it’s normal you haven’t seen me.”
“You’re not one of Rong Nanfeng’s people?” Unexpectedly, Jiang Meiqi showed a surprised expression, scrutinizing him from head to toe with a discerning gaze. It paused at his expensive watch and sweater, taking on patience, one hand holding the door tightly, while still trying to appear fearless and arrogant, “Then who are you? What do you want from me?”
Qin Jun raised an eyebrow, “Just want to ask you something.”
“What is it?” Her lifeless eyes moved slightly, seeming to come to realization, emitting a sharp voice, “You want to ask about that little bitch, don’t you? Did she send you?” This update ıs available on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵
Her fierce gaze paused, then she thought it through, shook her head, gritted her teeth, and said, “No. That little bitch is busy enjoying the finer things in life; she couldn’t care less about me! She can’t wait for me to die, so no one will expose her secrets to the journalists. She couldn’t possibly send someone to see me! So, are you a journalist?”
Jiang Meiqi had been beaten a few times, her mind wasn’t as sharp as before, but she still vaguely sensed something was wrong, “It can’t be, a journalist wouldn’t be wearing a watch worth tens of thousands, and the sweater you’re wearing is by DDW, right? I bought from that brand once; there’s only one store in Capital City. The clothes are pricey, the salespeople snobbish, and their entire store had no more than twenty items. Being able to afford DDW clothing, you couldn’t possibly be a journalist.”
DDW is a Chinese independent designer brand, its designer thriving in the international fashion scene and treated as an honored guest by major fashion labels and shows.
Domestically, socialites were the first to follow DDW’s clothing, followed closely by top-tier celebrities.