Qin Songyao's heart was beating so fast that he forgot to straighten up, took a deep breath, and said: "This is the betrothal gift my father gave to my mother back then. When I was a child, my mother would only wear it on important occasions. After they died in a car accident, I will never wear it again."
Never seen it.”
She always thought it was kept in the Qin family's warehouse, but she didn't expect it to have flowed into the market.
"Did someone from the Qin family sell it?" Zhen Wenrou asked.
Qin Songyao shook his head.
She knew in her heart that her grandfather relied on his status and would not sell women's jewelry. In all likelihood, it was her third aunt who was addicted to gambling who sold it and resold it several times, so it was sold to private buyers.
Buy it.
Zhen Wenrou saw that she was feeling uncomfortable, her eyes lit up, and she gave her an idea, "How about we buy it?"
Qin Songyao smiled bitterly, "Brother Rou, can you count how many zeros there are at the end?"
Zhen Wenwen said: "Look for Bao Siyan, he will have to compensate you for your divorce!"
Qin Songyao was silent.
She still has no idea. Bao Siyan might not even give her a penny, let alone jewelry worth hundreds of millions.
"Forget it." She twitched the corners of her lips with difficulty and said, "Fortunately, this set of jewelry is expensive. Celebrities probably just wear it as borrowings. No one will buy it. I can still come over and look at it often."
Zhen Wenrou gritted her teeth, dissatisfied on her behalf.
It was obviously my own stuff, but I could only look at it through the counter.
It's okay to sell it yourself, but the money you sold it was also misunderstood.
"Go and do your work." Qin Songyao calmed down, patted Zhen Wenwen on the shoulder, and said, "The store manager seemed to have called you just now."
Zhen Wenrou hugged her and made sure she was okay before running off to work.
The store manager saw her coming and said, "That set of purple jade is kept by the customer. Please tell everyone that it will not be loaned out."
Zhen Wenwen was very happy that instead of borrowing it, she could protect it well. Maybe Qin Songyao could buy it and take it home one day.
She deliberately asked, "Sister, which boss is this thing from?"
The store manager glanced at her and said, "You should understand customer privacy."
Zhen Wenrou smiled and said she didn't want to ask any more questions. She said sorry and turned around to warn everyone.
As soon as she left, the store manager received a call.
"Ms. Jiang, the dress you ordered has arrived."
What was said on the other side? The store manager was full of flattery, said a few words, looked around and saw no one around, and said softly: "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Don't say it's me. Last time you said you liked Zi Fei,
Mr. Bo has already asked someone to find a set of heirloom-level ones, which are stored in our family's library."
"Look what you said, besides giving it to you, who else could it be given to? Just wait to receive the gift."
After a few words, the store manager hung up the phone.
She straightened her clothes in the mirror, thought of the rumors from the outside world, and shook her head.
Mr. Bo was extremely handsome and powerful, but it was said that he already had a wife.
Spending such a large sum of money to buy jewelry for a female star, the person at home probably doesn’t know anything about it.
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At noon, Zhen Wenrou became busy, and Qin Songyao walked around by himself, looking for a restaurant to eat.
She had already stepped into a fine restaurant, so after thinking about it, she went out and chose a simple restaurant.
How capable you are, how great things you can do.
She doesn't have a job now and doesn't dare to pay attention to her meals.
First, he packed a portion for Zhen Wenrou and sent it back, and then she sat down to eat by herself.
In the end, I didn't finish it, and I didn't want to waste it. I packed up all the leftovers.
While she was free, she wanted to see if there were any other part-time job openings, so she walked around the mall.
There were not many people in the high-end shopping mall, so she waited for the elevator to go upstairs.
There was a ding and the elevator door opened.
When he raised his head and looked forward, he happened to meet the man's dark and cold eyes.
Bo Siyan's chiseled face clearly fell into her eyes, with a straight nose, thin lips, and knife-cut eyebrows. He always had an aura of keeping strangers away from him, and an indifference with his eyes higher than his head.
The man's eyes flashed across her face. The woman was wearing a rose-colored floral dress, with snowy skin and red lips. She was bright and moving. Her makeup was neither too heavy nor too light, except that she was holding a lunch box in her hand, which was a bit out of place.