Chapter 705: Chapter 705: Scheming Young Master: Money Isn’t Given to Fools for Free
Today, these luxury stores came because she held a large check issued by the Nalan Family.
Proving her purchasing power.
Once the check is cashed, and Rou’er’s surgery fee is paid, she won’t have such a powerful symbol of status and strength in her hand anymore.
How could one possibly live this way every day?
Rou’er is really naive.
It’s enough to enjoy it once in a lifetime.
Qin Wenrou tried on several new evening dresses and a diamond necklace repeatedly for half the day, asking Mrs. Qin to buy them for her,
Mrs. Qin was agreeing.
Suddenly her phone rang.
"Wait a moment, I need to take this call."
She answered with a smile on her face: "Hello..."
However.
A few seconds later, her smile froze completely on her face.
"What are you saying? Compensation? Why do we have to compensate..." Her tone was urgent and trembling, "Are you guys mistaken?"
The voice on the other end of the line retorted impatiently, shrill through the phone: "Mrs. Qin, you previously rented our Imperial Music Hall’s ground floor recital hall, and rented our grand piano. On that day, not only did so many people return their tickets, but your daughter also played the piano with her feet, damaging the precious grand piano’s keys. If you don’t compensate, who will? Eighty million, bring it quickly!"
Mrs. Qin sank into the sofa: "Did you say, how much?"
"Eighty million, do you not understand human language? This is the friendship price given to you. Our grand piano is an antique, worth over a hundred million, now utterly ruined by your daughter, beyond repair. If you can’t pay, have your daughter sit in jail to pay off the debt!" The other side was aggressive.
Mrs. Qin was dumbfounded.
Looking at the check from Nalan Ye Jue in her hand, she really wanted to cry!
The money wasn’t even warm, and it was taken away like that.
The piano at the Imperial Music Hall was indeed ruined by Qin Wenrou, but she always thought it could be fixed, who would have thought it was so valuable and completely irreparable?
"Mommy, mommy, should I keep the pink one or the peach one? Mommy?"
Qin Wenrou was enthusiastically clutching the clothes she adored.
Mrs. Qin hung up the phone, her eyes a bit vacant: "Rou’er, today... let’s forget it."
She clenched the check, forced a smile at the public relations managers from the luxury stores, and said, "Sorry, we didn’t take a liking to anything today, maybe next time..."
The PR managers from the stores were all quite perceptive.
With a cold snort, they quickly packed up all the goods, snidely saying, "Sorry, there won’t be a next time. With tastes as high as the Qin Family’s, we can’t afford to serve you."
Never had they seen such a socialite lady, inviting people to bring products to her home, yet trying them for ages and buying nothing—taking them for a free fitting room? Shameless.
After the PR managers left.
Mrs. Qin, regardless of embarrassment, hurriedly grabbed her bag and left to repay the money.
Qin Wenrou had no idea what was going on, just staring at the empty living room, still lingering with the fragrance of the garments and clothes from moments ago.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t have any of them.
Taking a deep breath, she was full of yearning—this was the smell of money.
If she could marry her brother-in-law, would this scent be everywhere?
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Xinghe Bay.
Qin Xin lazily ran her long fingers over a row of long garment racks.
A well-known high-end buyer in the circle respectfully introduced the characteristics and design concepts of the latest collections from major brands to her.
Seizing the moment, they complimented the male host’s attentiveness and taste—
