She said, while reaching for a few tissues on the nearby table and handing them to Chen Qian, "Here, stop crying and wipe yourself quickly. Your eye makeup is smudged."
Chen Qian, who was sobbing softly, immediately reached for the tissues Meng Jingwei offered when she heard her eye makeup was smudged.
But before her hand could touch the tissues, Meng Jingwei loosened her grip, and the tissues fluttered to the ground.
Chen Qian's movement to catch the tissues froze, and she stamped her foot in anger, "Meng Jingwei, what do you mean by this?!"
It was a blatant and naked humiliation!
Meng Jingwei, who had been holding back for a long time, dropped the smile from her face, crossed her arms, and looked down at Chen Qian with cold arrogance, exuding an oppressive aura. "I mean nothing, I'm just teaching Miss Chen how to behave! You're useless yourself, yet you constantly stir up trouble and trip others. With your IQ of a two-fifty, if you have nothing better to do, don't show off, lest you bring shame to your Chen family! If you're not a fox, don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf. If you don't have the brains, then duck your head and stay put, don't just flock to wherever there's excitement like you have some serious illness."
"You... Meng Jingwei you... you..."
Chen Qian's tears streamed down her face. After Meng Jingwei's furious retort, she was speechless and couldn't utter a word in reply for a long time.
"What do you mean 'me'? If you stutter, go to the hospital and get it checked out, preferably with a neurology consultation. Let a doctor properly treat your hydrocephalus, lest you end up with brain atrophy! If you really don't have money for treatment, I, Meng Jingwei, will cover the full cost. Consider it charity."
She lashed out a few more angry words, making Chen Qian's face flush red. But after much effort, she still didn't know how to retort.
Finally, she could only say, "I don't have hydrocephalus, hmph, Meng Jingwei, you're going too far... woo woo..." She cried as she wiped the tears from her face and ran out crying.
Her actions caused everyone to burst into laughter.
"I've gained some insight. So this is how you scold someone, with such eloquence."
"Chen Qian has really hit a hard surface this time. She usually speaks without restraint, so it's her own fault."
"This is interesting, so amusing."
"Hahahaha... she's so embarrassed."
"Isn't she? I feel so embarrassed for her that my toes are curling up into the third floor of a house."
...
The crowd's attention was drawn to Chen Qian, and the atmosphere became livelier because of her embarrassment.
"Apologies for disturbing everyone's enjoyment."
Meng Jingwei picked up a glass of champagne from the table and drank it down in one go. "I'll penalize myself with a drink as an apology."
After finishing, she pursed her lips into a smile, put her arm around Shu Yao beside her, and said loudly, "Yao Yao, I've had a bit of wine and am feeling a little tipsy. Could you do me a favor and dance a dance with my Seventh Uncle for me?"
The rather ungracious Meng Jingwei pushed Shu Yao forward.
She was indeed not good at dancing.
But even so, she didn't want to be made a pawn and have people scheme against her.
"Alright."
Shu Yao was forced to agree.
Qing Si Huai, standing beside her, played along with Meng Jingwei. He exchanged a smile with her, then walked over to Shu Yao. "Yao Yao? What a cute name. I wonder if Miss Yao Yao would be willing to dance a dance with me?"
He extended his hand with gentlemanly grace, his elegance emanating from his very being.
Yao Yao smiled sweetly and rested her slender, delicate fingers in his palm. "It would be my honor."
As the melodious piano piece "Wedding in a Dream" began to play, Qing Si Huai and Shu Yao walked to the center of the dance floor and began to dance.
The onlookers, seeing that there was no more drama to witness, dispersed one by one.
Meng Jingwei glanced at Li Yun'er and Chu Xue in front of her, then gave a smile that was both clear and tinged with disdain. She then sat down, continuing to drink her champagne and play with her phone.
When she took out her phone, she saw a text message from Qing Mu Ye.
[Ah Wei, I have some urgent matters to attend to and will come to pick you up later.]
Looking at the time of the message, it was actually half an hour ago.
She secretly sighed, no wonder she hadn't seen him for so long.
"Miss Li's dance partner isn't here?" A young man from a wealthy family walked up to Li Yun'er and greeted her.
Li Yun'er maintained her gentle demeanor as a young lady from a prominent family and nodded politely.
"Coincidentally, my female companion had to leave. I wonder if I have the honor of inviting Miss Li for a dance?" the man invited enthusiastically.
"That would be fine."
Li Yun'er readily agreed and entered the center of the dance floor with the man.
Meanwhile, only Meng Jingwei and Chu Xue remained.
Chu Xue walked behind her, casually picked up a glass of champagne, and as she drank, she watched the people dancing, her red lips parting slightly. "Don't get too smug too soon. You can play Chen Qian and Li Yun'er like a fiddle, but you are no match for me, Chu Xue!"
It was a warning filled with hostility.
Meng Jingwei listened and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Instead of spending your time meticulously plotting against me, you might as well think about how to win Qing Mu Ye's favor. You know, there are countless women who like Qing Mu Ye. If you consider every single one of them an imaginary enemy, tsk tsk... Miss Chu, you must be truly exhausted."
The woman sitting down, with a smile on her lips, looked at her and raised her glass of champagne, drinking it contentedly.
As she was drinking, her movements paused, and she looked at Chu Xue again. "Oh, right, I've never liked Qing Mu Ye."
"You... why are you telling me this?" Chu Xue's proud face showed a hint of surprise.
"I'm telling you this because I hope you won't harbor such strong hostility towards me, nor will you try to trip me up behind my back. Even if you're not tired, I am."
Meng Jingwei was truly tired of living this way.
Being so direct with Chu Xue, if it could make her abandon her dark thoughts about her, it would be for the best.
"You're quite honest."
Chu Xue crossed her arms with one hand and held her wine glass with the other. She lazily raised her eyelids and glanced at Li Yun'er in the center of the dance floor. "At least you make me feel more comfortable than your affectatious and pretentious sister."
Meng Jingwei scoffed inwardly.
Whether you feel comfortable or not has nothing to do with me.
When it was time to act against me, you didn't hold back at all.
Meng Jingwei ignored Chu Xue. She stood for a while and, not wanting to embarrass herself further, turned to leave.
A moment later, a lady attendant approached, holding a tray in front of Meng Jingwei, and said, "Ms. Meng, this is the 'Tears of an Angel' sapphire necklace you bid for. President Qing has already paid for it and asked me to deliver it to you."
On the tray was an exquisite necklace gift box, along with a credit card slip showing sixty million and one yuan!
"I bid for it, so why should I accept Qing Mu Ye paying for it?" Meng Jingwei was somewhat displeased with the staff's actions.
The lady attendant smiled respectfully. "President Qing said he would deduct this amount from the money he owes you."
"Understood."
Since that was the case, Meng Jingwei had nothing more to say.
She picked up the black carved wooden box and the bill, said "thank you" to the lady attendant, and sat down at the table. Bored, she opened the carved wooden box. Inside, on golden yellow silk, lay a 'Tears of an Angel' necklace.
The necklace was made of platinum, with a teardrop-shaped sapphire pendant, embraced on both sides by black copper-colored wing-like designs.