When he stood up again, Qin Guan's expression had changed. He said sarcastically, "Editor Lin is so busy that he can't even see anyone. How come he doesn't even have money to buy clothes?"
He looked Lin Jiaqiao up and down. "I gave her the clothes, the shoes, and the bag—"
No wonder I never wore this dress again.
Lin Jiaqiao remembered that he had said the same thing that year and that he had angered her and she left.
27-year-old Lin Jiaqiao, you are so pretentious. He even bought your underwear, so what else do you need? A skirt and a bag.
Lin Jiaqiao straightened his posture, kicked him in the calf, and walked into the banquet hall with his head held high.
Although they were classmates, Lin Jiaqiao was not a guest of the bride and groom.
The groom's father is a big food producer in the city. Half a year ago, she wrote an exclusive interview for the groom's company. The sales of his products soared, and the groom's father specially invited her to express his gratitude.
Lin Jiaqiao was not familiar with the victim and they had no interaction at school.
She found the victim's table and was trying to get in when a woman sitting at the table waved at her: "Brother Bird, it's Brother Bird, right?"
This is a great opportunity.
Lin Jiaqiao responded enthusiastically and successfully blended in with them.
The woman was kindhearted and gave her her seat: "What did I say? You definitely don't remember us. You are just a forgetful person. We were in the same class in college."
"I'm Zhao Xiaomei."
After introducing herself, she introduced the others.
The man with glasses is Wu Bin, the slightly fat man is Sun Yu, and the girl who looks quite shy is Li Shuangqian.
There were two empty seats next to Li Shuangqian, and behind them sat a man with a bit of a ruffian air.
Without waiting for Zhao Xiaomei to speak, the man introduced himself: "I am Ying Zhiwan."
Lin Jiaqiao was not familiar with him, and only vaguely remembered that he and Qin Guan were both the most handsome boys in their school.
Ying Zhiwan was a man of few words, and everyone was surprised that he took the initiative to talk. However, Ying Zhiwan showed an expression of watching the fun and not minding the trouble, pointing at the man next to him: "This is Zheng Zedong—"
Zheng Zedong looked good, but he was too ordinary compared to Ying Zhiwan. Besides, Lin Jiaqiao stared at the two handsome guys Qin Guan and Gu Yiming all day long.
She was about to say hello when a fragrant breeze blew by and a woman said softly, "Sorry, I'm late. I was stuck in traffic for twenty minutes."
The woman had a delicate appearance and a gentle temperament. She wore a white lace dress that reached her ankles and a pair of pearl earrings.
Nail, looks very elegant.
Lin Jiaqiao's face looked grim. She spoke word by word: "He, You, Wei."
Her expression was not friendly, and He Youwei's face was also very ugly. But she quickly smiled again and said softly, "Long time no see."
"I saw you coming down from the double ring just now, and I thought I saw the wrong person."
Ying Zhiwan was still looking like he was watching the fun and asked, "I just returned to China and don't really understand these new terms. What is a double ring?"
"It's a domestically made car." He Youwei explained in a gentle voice, "It's a relatively, um, affordable model. It's normal that you haven't heard of it."
This is a roundabout way of saying that Lin Jiaqiao is poor.
Everyone exchanged glances, and Wu Bin immediately stood up and changed the subject. He gave up his seat and said, "Come on, Miss He, please take a seat."
He Youwei waved her hand, "No need to bother."
After saying that, he pulled out the chair next to Ying Zhiwan and sat down.
Ying Zhiwan was the only empty seat at the table, so her action did not seem deliberate.
Zhao Xiaomei was also worried that the two would quarrel, so she pulled Lin Jiaqiao to chat, "Brother Bird hasn't changed in all these years, he's as young as he was in college. Your pure desire style is the most popular now."
Lin Jiaqiao actually didn’t like this kind of compliment, but she didn’t want to spoil anyone’s fun, so she smiled and responded with a few words.
He Youwei suddenly interrupted, "Speaking of pure desire style, our company recently promoted an internet celebrity with this style, soft and sweet, with right-angled shoulders and ant waist. Compared with her, Xiang Xiaoyuan really looks old and ugly."
Xiang Xiaoyuan is a good friend of Lin Jiaqiao. They have had little contact in recent years, but their friendship remains unchanged. Lin Jiaqiao said coldly: "Xiang Xiaoyuan is an entrepreneur. She doesn't rely on her face and body to make a living."
"If it looks good, it looks good. Anyone with eyes can tell at a glance. There is no need to break it down into pieces and market to others why it looks good."
"He Youwei, although you are a marketing account now, you have studied media after all. Can you stop promoting things like 'pure desire', 'milky cool', and 'sweet and spicy' all day long? It smells like pedophilia. Can you have some style?"
He Youwei's face changed, but she still kept smiling. She changed the subject:
"Qiao Qiao, you have been the editor-in-chief for so many years, and you still let your father drive a car worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. Isn't that a bit bad? I remember that when you first went to "Youxian Reading Newspaper" for an internship, your father drove this car. It has been nearly ten years now. Isn't it time to change it?"
Probably realizing that she had said something wrong, she quickly covered her mouth and asked cautiously, "That uncle is your dad, right?"
What does this mean? Not only does it clearly show that she is unfilial, but it also accuses her of having an affair with an old man.
He Youwei is worthy of being a marketing account. Her ability to confuse right and wrong is getting better and better.
Lin Jiaqiao was about to fight back when a deep male voice came from behind him: "What did I say? Your dad's car should have been replaced a long time ago."
Qin Guan stood behind Lin Jiaqiao, his tone full of complaints:
"He thinks the Cherokee is too ostentatious, the Mercedes-Benz is too expensive, and he doesn't like the Land Rover. I said we could buy an Audi, but he said it didn't fit his simple and frugal lifestyle."
Qin Guan naturally put his arm around Lin Jiaqiao's shoulders, and his thumb unconsciously stroked her neck: "Your father is really the most difficult father-in-law to please in the world."
He urged, "If you ask me, you should just persuade him to retire early. He loves you so much, and he finally has a day off, but he still wants to come and see you off. He will definitely listen to you."
"It's not like we can't afford to support him. Criminal police are too dangerous, and the people of Haicheng don't need an old man to protect their safety."
Qin Guan is indeed a businessman, what he said is very sophisticated. He lied with his eyes open to show that the Lin family is not short of money and that they don't change the car because they are frugal, and he also pointed out the contribution Comrade Lin Dapeng has made to maintaining public security in this city.
By the way, he also showed off the good relationship between the father and daughter.
If the situation wasn't inappropriate, Lin Jiaqiao really wanted to give him a big kiss.
She followed Versailles with a few words, and Wu Bin and Zhao Xiaomei started to make arrangements again, directing everyone to make room for Qin Guan.
Qin Guan didn't want to bother everyone, so he walked over to Zheng Zedong and asked politely, "Can we change seats? I want to sit with my wife."
Zheng Zedong's expression changed several times, and finally he looked at Lin Jiaqiao with a fake smile: "Why, you didn't even inform your old classmates about your marriage?"
Lin Jiaqiao was puzzled; she didn't recognize the person in front of her at all.
She wanted to say a few polite words, but Qin Guan didn't give her a chance to speak and started his own performance again:
"Not yet. We have just started to pick out wedding dresses. Don't worry, classmate Zheng. Once the date is set, I will personally deliver the invitation to you. - Hey, classmate Zheng, do you like this seat very much? It's okay. I'll add a chair next to Zhizhi."
Qin Guan was like the sea on a typhoon day, with waves so big that they could take off. Lin Jiaqiao wanted to pretend that she didn't know this person, but the hand on her shoulder secretly exerted force.
This was Qin Guan's hidden threat. Lin Jiaqiao immediately smiled sweetly, looking like an old sparrow.
Now that things have come to this, it would be inappropriate for Zheng Zedong to refuse.
Under the gaze of everyone at the table, Qin Guan sat down confidently.
He Youwei poured two cups of tea and turned to the two of them: "I misunderstood. I apologize to Qiao Qiao."
He Youwei said softly, "I see Qiao Qiao can afford to wear Valentino haute couture worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, there is really no reason not to buy a new car for her father."
"But speaking of which, Qiao Qiao, you really know how to live your life. I just noticed that your shoes are Christian Louboutin, which are more expensive than the bride's wedding shoes. You are dressed so formally, you must have a very good relationship with the bride and groom."
Sometimes Lin Jiaqiao really suspected that He Youwei was a thousand-year-old tea tree that had become a spirit, and the fragrance of tea filled the air with a single sip. How could she know what brand the clothes were? She would wear whatever Qin Guan bought for her.
She was about to retort, but Qin Guan came to her rescue. He smiled and said, "Is it very formal? She usually wears this way."
Bravo!
Lin Jiaqiao wanted to stand up and applaud.
He is worthy of being the champion of the national Yin Yang finals.
Although Qin Guan often treated him sarcastically, it was really satisfying to hear him use this skill to deal with others.
Lin Jiaqiao looked at Qin Guan happily. Qin Guan looked calm, but he raised his eyebrows proudly.
He Youwei never allowed Lin Jiaqiao to be stronger than her, so she wanted to add a few sour words, but Ying Zhiwan, who was watching the fun, suddenly asked, "Is your skirt the same as Zhizhi's?"
It was just Lin Jiaqiao's nickname, and only those who were very close to him called him that. It was the first time she and Ying Zhiwan met, and he used this name too intimately.
Lin Jiaqiao walked over curiously and saw Ying Zhiwan staring at He Youwei.
Despite his ruffian-like appearance, he looks particularly affectionate when he looks at someone intently.
Lin Jiaqiao suddenly felt that he looked familiar at this moment. Just as she was about to take a closer look, Qin Guan blocked her view, intentionally or unintentionally.
He Youwei's face suddenly froze, and she tried to cover her clothes by tidying up the dishes: "... How could that be? I, I only make so much money, how could I afford to buy high-end clothes."
Ying Zhiwan suddenly realized, "I was mistaken. Sorry, we men don't really understand you girls."
Wu Bin followed suit and made jokes, and the topic quickly changed to another place.
Although this matter seemed to have been covered, everyone had already come to a conclusion in their minds: No wonder Lin Jiaqiao was targeted, it turned out that the pirated product had encountered the genuine product.
Sun Yu's face was full of contempt, and disdain was clearly written on his face. Zheng Zedong was sending a message, as if he wanted to tell his friends what had just happened. Zhao Xiaomei and Li Shuangqian winked at each other, and when they noticed Lin Jiaqiao's gaze, Li Shuangqian lowered her head shyly, and Zhao Xiaomei made a face at her.
Wu Bin was trying to liven up the atmosphere, not wanting to embarrass anyone. Ying Zhiwan looked like he was still trying to stir things up.
He Youwei has always been gentle and intellectual, but now she has made a fool of herself. She appears calm on the surface, but her hand is tightly holding the teacup.
Lin Jiaqiao suddenly realized that they were also living people.
They are the same as her and Qin Guan.
They have parents, a past, and are happy for their friends’ marriages, but they also have their own little thoughts.