Probably out of anger, Sheng Wantang didn't see Lu Jiyuan again for several days.
Early in the morning of her freshman year, Sheng Wantang received a call from her best friend Mu Ruyi.
"Guitang, several of the previous collaborations you have contacted have appointed additional stylists. It should be Sheng Mengyue who is messing with you."
Sheng Wantang is a stylist, and Sheng Mengyue made her debut through the girl group talent show last year. Sheng and Sheng Wantang do have overlapping work areas.
A female idol cannot interfere with her work, but the favored daughter of the Sheng family can.
After a few seconds, Sheng Wantang's brain came online from his sleep. His voice was full of fatigue, and he said slowly: "Okay, I'll go and check the situation."
"You haven't gotten up yet?" Mu Ruyi asked teasingly, "Is it because the nightlife was too intense last night? How is your newlywed life?"
Damn nightlife!
It's entirely because I haven't recovered from my cold, so I'm hypnotized.
Sheng Wantang got up and walked downstairs while talking on the phone, looking for water.
"You're thinking too much, that bitch..."
The word "人" stops abruptly.
Sheng Wantang was stunned on the stairs when she saw Lu Jiyuan, whom he hadn't seen for several days, appearing in the living room wearing a tailored suit. He heard the commotion and glanced at her.
It's cool and cold, without any warmth, as if you are looking at a mass of insignificant air.
Sheng Wantang: "..."
He didn't react at all. He probably didn't hear what she was saying, right?
Even if he heard it, he wouldn't know she was talking about him?
"Ruyi, I have something to do here. Let's meet and talk next week."
Sheng Wantang hung up the phone in a hurry, wondering if he should defend himself, but found that Lu Jiyuan had already gone out.
I pretended not to see her in person the whole time.
As expected, Sheng Wantang breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't hear what she just said.
When I opened my email, I saw that the seven studios that had basically reached an agreement suddenly regretted it and said that they had found a more suitable stylist.
A notification popped up on the mobile phone news: [Sheng Mengyue attended the event wearing 8 million haute couture and overwhelmed the audience! She is a real celebrity!]
Sheng Wantang clicked in, her eyes fell on the dress in the photo, and she narrowed her eyes in displeasure.
Those are her clothes!
Sheng Mengyue still wants to fuck her while wearing her clothes?
dream!
Sheng Wantang changed her clothes and went out.
Before going to Sheng's home, Sheng Wantang first went to a nursing home.
Lin Zhi was at odds with Mrs. Sheng and made things difficult for Mrs. Sheng. Sheng Kun was a profit-seeking person. Lin Zhi's natal family helped the Sheng family's business, but Sheng Kun pretended to be deaf and dumb to his wife's behavior.
The nursing home is located in a remote place and the environment is not good. Lin Zhi threw the old lady here just to keep out of sight.
"Tangtang!" The old woman in her seventies looked at Sheng Wantang in surprise.
"Grandma, how are you doing recently?" Sheng Wantang burst into tears instantly and gave the old man a hug.
Mrs. Sheng was the only warmth she had in the Sheng family these years.
"Okay! Everything is fine, grandma!" Mrs. Sheng held Sheng Wantang's hand and asked warmly, "Tangtang, how is that boy from the Lu family treating you?"
"fine."
Sheng Wantang lied without blinking.
Mrs. Sheng asked a few more questions and smiled relieved when she got a satisfactory answer.
"Grandma is afraid that you will be wronged if you get married. Now that we have settled down, we will live a good life in the future...cough cough cough!" Mrs. Sheng coughed violently in the middle of her words. Her whole body was shaking like chaff and her body was weak.
Sheng Wantang was startled and quickly helped him lie down on the bed.
"Grandma, if... I want to take you out to take care of you in your old age, would you be willing?" Sheng Wantang asked with anxiety and expectation.
Mrs. Sheng was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and refused without hesitation: "Am I also looking after my old age? My son is still here, and my granddaughter is taking care of me in my old age. What's going on?"
Sheng Wantang lowered his eyes in disappointment.
But it's not surprising.
She is not a blood relative of Mrs. Sheng, and she currently has no position or qualification to take her grandma out to support her. She must find a way as soon as possible to make the old woman live a better life, and cannot let the Sheng family use this as a basis to blackmail her!
"Tangtang, grandma has only two years left to live, and I hope that before she dies, she can see you and Lu Si give birth to a great-grandson for grandma." The old lady pointed out.
Sheng Wantang's smile froze and she quickly changed the subject: "Grandma, what nonsense are you talking about? You will definitely live a long life!"
As for the grandson, I'm afraid he will disappoint his grandma.
Sheng Wantang had lunch with Mrs. Sheng, and it was already afternoon when she came out of the nursing home.
The Nancheng villa area where the Sheng family is located.
No one answered when she rang the doorbell of the villa, so Sheng Wantang entered directly with the password.
There was a slight movement in the cloakroom on the second floor, and Sheng Wantang walked up.
In the room, a woman in her twenties was wearing an exquisite and gorgeous champagne-colored dress. The skirt was layered from the waist down. The drape was first-class but not heavy. The skirt was embellished with countless diamonds.
This is the high-end dress "Venus" that Sheng Wantang customized at the top luxury brand C Home three months ago. She has not even tried it on herself.
"Taking it without asking is considered stealing."
Sheng Wantang spoke coldly, hating others taking her things privately.
"ah!"
Sheng Mengyue was startled and turned around with a scream.
When she saw the person coming, she was instantly angry, "Sheng Wantang, why are you here? How did you get in?"
Naturally, he walked in openly.
Sheng Wantang didn't want to answer this idiot question.
Sheng Mengyue overcame her fright and raised her chin arrogantly: "Sheng Wantang, pay attention to your attitude! I am the lady of the Sheng family, who do you think you are? You are just a nanny to get revenge on the Sheng family. I don't know where. You lowly bitch! If you hadn’t stolen my life, I would have been born as the daughter of the Sheng family, and I would have been the most famous lady in the country! I was kind and kind by not asking you, a thief, to pay with my life! "
Venus is tailor-made according to Sheng Wantang's size and does not fit Sheng Mengyue. Sheng Mengyue's body proportions are worse than Sheng Wantang's, and her waist is slightly thicker than Sheng Wantang's. Her expensive and gorgeous dress instantly fell off after wearing it. Several prices.
Sheng Wantang laughed mockingly.
Can a prosperous family hold up the position of "the first lady"? Win the aura of "the first lady"?
wishful thinking!
"Sheng Mengyue, there's something you need to understand. From the day I married Lu Jiyuan and fulfilled the engagement between the Sheng and Lu families, I don't owe you anything anymore - take off your clothes."
Sheng Wantang said the last time in a cold voice.
This dress was customized with her own money and had nothing to do with the Sheng family. Sheng Mengyue did not deserve to wear it.
"I won't!" Sheng Mengyue pointed to a whole cabinet of dresses in the cloakroom arrogantly, "All the clothes and jewelry here belong to me! You can't even think of taking them away!"
"You're not taking it off, are you?"
Sheng Wantang asked in a soft voice, as if she was tired.
Sheng Mengyue raised her eyebrows triumphantly, with just one sentence written on her face: What can you do to me?
Just when she was overwhelmed with joy, there were sounds of cracking silk in her ears:
Click!
Stab——
Sheng Wantang took a pair of scissors in her hand and strode through the door of the cloakroom. She cut all the expensive haute couture gowns to pieces.
No one is spared!
"Haute couture, my haute couture... my Dior limited edition... this is the work of the former chief executive of Grandma Xiang's house... Sheng Wantang, please stop! Are you crazy? Are you just going crazy when you come back!"
Sheng Mengyue screamed uncontrollably, heartbroken and wanted to stop Sheng Wantang, but it was already too late.
These are all the dresses she once dreamed of, and many of them are even limited editions that even those with money can't buy nowadays!
"Sorry, my hands are slippery."
Sheng Wantang put the scissors aside calmly and walked towards Sheng Mengyue.
"You...what are you doing?" Sheng Mengyue had not yet recovered from Sheng Wantang's behavior of destroying her dress, and looked at her expressionlessly walking towards her.
The momentum was inexplicably terrifying, making her subconsciously want to step back.
But Sheng Wantang didn't give her this chance.
"Tear--!"
Sheng Wantang grabbed the hem of Venus's skirt and tore it hard!