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Chapter 112 I'll take care of all these clothes.

As things gradually calmed down, Song Qianyi's mood remained poor.

Her personal information was exposed, so she can't attend classes properly at school, and she can't concentrate on her work at the company. So she simply asked Wenya to go shopping together.

They called it shopping, but it was really just the two sisters sitting on the sofa in the brand store, eating special refreshments, and having the models change clothes for them to see how they looked. If they liked anything, they would take it.

Do you know why I'm so sure there's nothing between Ji Jingshen and that guy surnamed Xu?

When facing the models trying on the clothes, Wenya was not at all shy, and even commented on the clothes while speaking.

"This one won't do, let me look at the gray one."

After giving her instructions, she said, "Because you are much prettier than Xu Jiayin, if I were a man, I wouldn't choose her either. Besides, she's just a minor celebrity, and her overall qualities are definitely not as good as yours."

"Really?" Song Qianyi propped her head up with one hand and tilted her head to look at Wenya. "But young actresses are easy to control. Don't men all like women who obey them?"

Wenya froze.

After a moment of silence, he said, "You know what, it's true."

She couldn't refute it.

Song Qianyi chuckled softly.

She had similar thoughts to Wenya, but then she thought that whether to have fun or get married, men knew what to do. Xu Jiayin's overall conditions were not as good as hers, but that didn't mean Ji Jingshen wouldn't touch Xu Jiayin.

Given Ji Jingshen's capabilities, he could easily afford to raise not just one canary, but even a hundred.

Xu Jiayin dared to make such a big fuss, there must be someone backing her up.

“This suits you well,” Wenya said. “The fuchsia color also complements your skin tone.”

Song Qianyi frowned: "I don't like this color."

The shop assistant nearby quickly said, "This color makes for very beautiful clothes. If you two ladies are interested, we have a haute couture collection here, and we happen to have a dress in this color."

Song Qianyi was uninterested, but Wenya became interested: "Really? Take it out and let me see."

The clerk responded and arranged for someone to pick it up.

Do you still have any of those haute couture gowns that recently arrived?

While waiting, Song Qianyi heard a familiar voice and looked up at the source of the sound.

It seemed that her gaze was so intense that it drew the other person's attention.

Xu Jiayin was dressed in the most ordinary clothes, without makeup, and looked haggard. She stood a few steps away, and when they met eyes, a hint of malice flashed across her gaze.

Song Qianyi looked away, pretending not to have seen it.

Xu Jiayin almost lost control of her expression.

Why does Song Qianyi seem completely unaffected, and even look better than usual?

If it weren't for Ji Jingshen, Song Qianyi wouldn't be so comfortable.

Jealousy was like a bomb exploding in her heart, making her want to scratch Song Qianyi's face right now.

And she still has to find ways to survive.

She came here to rent a dress and appear on the red carpet in a few days to show the media and investors that her fashion resources are still good, in order to secure her endorsements and even find new ones.

Comparing yourself to others is truly infuriating.

"Miss, would you like to see more about the dress?"

The shop assistant urged them to hurry.

Xu Jiayin snapped out of her reverie and smiled slightly: "Wait a moment."

After saying that, he walked towards Song Qianyi.

"Young Master Song." Xu Jiayin stood in front of Song Qianyi, smiling broadly, showing no trace of resentment or other negative emotions.

Wenya looked her up and down before realizing, "You're Xu Jiayin?"

She then smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, the difference between this and the photos I saw online is quite large, so I didn't recognize you at first glance."

Xu Jiayin almost couldn't keep up her smile.

Having two faces, one online and one offline, is no different from insulting someone, especially for celebrities.

However, Xu Jiayin did not forget the purpose of her visit and quickly adjusted her demeanor: "President Song, I am very sorry for the misunderstanding I caused you and President Ji a few days ago because I misspoke."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply, as if sincerely repenting.

Song Qianyi didn't react, looking down at Xu Jiayin.

"Mr. Song, you are a magnanimous person, please don't hold it against me. I have already paid the price I deserve." Even without getting a response from Song Qianyi, Xu Jiayin continued to speak enthusiastically, and by the end, her voice was already trembling with tears.

It sounds so unfair.

The mockery in Song Qianyi's eyes grew stronger.

Looking around, she noticed that some shop assistants were already glancing in her direction, but quickly looked away when their eyes met, pretending to be very busy.

He turned his gaze back to Xu Jiayin: "Ms. Xu, is your apology sincere?"

Her voice wasn't loud, not particularly arrogant, but just loud enough for everyone around to hear.

"Miss Xu has brought this upon herself. It's not because you said the wrong thing, but because you did the wrong thing and had inappropriate thoughts."

"If you really wanted to apologize, you would have contacted me immediately after the incident, instead of crying and sobbing in public now."

"Are you planning to use the same old trick again, let everyone see how I bullied you, and then post the store's security footage online to play the victim?"

"Miss Xu, I'm already pretending I can't see you, so please don't come over and get in my way, okay?"

Xu Jiayin's face turned pale; she hadn't expected that Song Qianyi would see through her little scheme.

She stood stiffly in front of Song Qianyi: "People with powerful connections are indeed different."

After saying that, she turned around and went to look at haute couture dresses with the shop assistant.

Song Qianyi raised an eyebrow, watching Xu Jiayin's departing figure, and waved to the shop assistant: "What did she come to buy?"

"It's for rent, I want to rent a formal dress," the shop assistant whispered.

Song Qianyi understood, cleared her throat, and announced loudly, "I'll buy all the haute couture dresses in the store."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Jiayin turned her head to look at her.

Song Qianyi smiled and took out a black card from her bag, handing it to the shop assistant: "Swipe the card."

She deliberately emphasized, "I used President Ji's card."

This black card was given to her by Ji Jingshen before. She had kept it in her bag without using it, but she never expected it to come in handy today.

Seeing Xu Jiayin's contorted face, Song Qianyi smiled with satisfaction, slowly walked towards her, raised her hand, and gently patted her shoulder: "You're right, having a powerful backer makes all the difference."

Xu Jiayin was trembling all over and couldn't say a word. She could only glare at Song Qianyi with hatred.

"However, I need to correct you on one point: my backer is not Ji Jingshen, but myself. Behind me is the Song family. You actually called me 'Little President Song,' so you should recognize that."

Withdrawing her hand, Song Qianyi turned around and took Wenya's arm: "Miss Xu, you should hurry up and check other stores to see if they have any dresses. If you go too late, you might not be able to rent one."

She deliberately emphasized the word "rent".

"Mr. Song, you're my god! You were so cool just now!"

As soon as she stepped out of the store, Wenya went on a frenzied worship.

Song Qianyi smiled slightly, "Actually, I didn't mean to make things difficult for her."

So when she saw Xu Jiayin, she pretended not to see her.

But Xu Jiayin had ulterior motives; she deliberately came over to feign pitifulness and disgust people.

Some people just won't shed a tear until they see the coffin.

That's why she bought all the clothes.