His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 232 - 91 Lipstick Incident_7

Chapter 232: 91 Lipstick Incident_7

Qin Mingzhu immediately stamped her foot in displeasure and reached out to pinch Zhang Rujia’s arm, "Mom, look how annoying she is all the time."

"All right, all right! You two are sisters after all, does it have to be like this? Qin Mu, your father intended for us to reconcile, so I came here to order a cheongsam to put his mind at ease. Don’t you think you should show some gesture?"

Zhang Rujia looked at Qin Mu and started scolding her unhappily.

They were actually here to make amends with her?

"Ha, after all the things you and your mother have done, you think coming to our Qinqin to order a cheongsam is trying to make amends? What do you take our Qinqin for? Besides, why should our Qinqin reconcile with you?"

Xiaomei couldn’t help but snort with laughter, finding the disdainful expressions on the faces of the mother and daughter amusing.

"Hey, are you stupid? Don’t you know what status my mother and I have? Do you want to leave Rongcheng that badly?"

Qin Mingzhu was truly exasperated and suddenly stood up from the sofa.

"We’ve been here so long, not even a cup of tea, and then some little assistant dares insult us. You are being very disrespectful, you know? Apologize to me and my mother right this instant, or I’m telling you, this young lady will turn her back and refuse to recognize you."

Qin Mingzhu’s eyes were indeed bright with anger, and the way her eyes bulged almost comically incited hatred.

"So what if you are powerful and influential? Do you not have to abide by the law because you are powerful and influential? You are threatening me here, but I can also sue you, and as for your family, the legal punishment should be one degree harsher."

Xiaomei was uncompromising, striking back with every word.

"You, you dare to intimidate me?"

Qin Mingzhu’s mouth fell agape, utterly disregarding her proper attire and refined makeup.

Finally, Qin Mu could not listen any longer. She rolled up her sleeves and slowly stood up, "What are you trying to do, huh?"

"I... Didn’t you see how disrespectful that little brazen hussy was to me?"

"What did you call me? Qinqin, I can’t take it anymore."

Xiaomei was so angry she turned pale, glanced back at Qin Mu, and really seemed about to go at it with Qin Mingzhu after tossing her documents onto the desk behind her.

"Apologize to her!"

Qin Mu raised her hand to stop Xiaomei, her sharp gaze commanded Qin Mingzhu with a cold order.

"Apologize? Why should I?"

Qin Mingzhu stood on tiptoes, clenching her teeth with fury.

"Because you lack verbal morality."

Qin Mu declared sternly, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I won’t!"

Qin Mingzhu vehememtly disagreed, and Zhang Rujia also got up, "Qin Mu, you are going too far. Others bully your younger sister, and it is fine if you don’t help, but why do you side with outsiders?"

"I’ve never seen someone so shameless. Qinqin, don’t stop me. Let me settle this once and for all with them."

Qin Mu didn’t even bother to judge whether her words were reasonable, but simply used her arm to forcefully block her from moving any further ahead.

Some things were okay for her to do, but not for Xiaomei.

"Outsiders? Who is the outsider?"

Qin Mu’s piercing gaze fixed on them.

"Qin Mu, you really are going too far. I’m going to let your father see your disgusting face and let him know that you, and all the little whores in your studio, all of you... Ah!"

Qin Mu didn’t say another word, but leaned over to splash a large glass of cold water straight into the hostile face of Qin Mingzhu.

Xiaomei suddenly felt vindicated, wanting to laugh but striving to hold it back, looking at her Qinqin with a cold face against the mother and daughter.

"You may have your clothes made, but first, I won’t lift a hand, and second, if you’re here for the cheongsam design, keep your mouth clean. Otherwise, get out. My studio will no longer welcome you beauties, never ever."

After saying that, Qin Mu turned and walked away.

Xiaomei snorted coldly because Qin Mu had vented for her, and she also walked out.

Meanwhile, Qin Mingzhu stood there with her hands spread open, her mouth agape until her jaw nearly dislocated. She could not have imagined Qin Mu treating her with such rudeness, and now she was so angry she wanted to tear Qin Mu to pieces.

Zhang Rujia, seeing her daughter with a face soaked in water and her chest also wet, got even angrier in an instant.

"Qin Mu, stop right there!"

Zhang Rujia said and walked around the sofa, quickly heading toward Qin Mu, who already had left the reception room, before Qin Mingzhu could start crying.

Qin Mu stopped in her tracks, her cold eyes shooting toward the woman approaching her.

Qin Mu thought, one should really be grateful she was sent away at the age of eight. Otherwise, staying in the Qin Family might have cost her life.

Seeing the woman approaching her with furious determination, recalling her own mother, she considered that this was the culprit behind her mother’s death, this very woman, who used her youthful body to win over her father’s heart, causing her family to fall apart and perish.

After being abandoned overseas for more than a decade and then returning, this woman still kept troubling her relentlessly. Where did this woman get her daring? Was she not afraid that every night she would be haunted by nightmares?

This was the woman who had captivated her father’s heart. She desperately wanted to question that man, what exactly had he seen in this woman? In terms of morality, this woman could not compare to her mother in any way; in terms of looks, this woman was nothing but slyly charming, devoid of any respectable virtues.

What was this woman trying to do now?

"With your father not here today, I, as someone who should exercise eldership, should properly teach you a lesson in his stead."