Chapter 3

I’ll Let You Slap My Face, You Can Do It

A low-key black Maybach sped along the exotic road to its heart’s content. The man in the back seat was wearing a Bluetooth earphone and talking to someone in a standard British accent. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Lu Yuan, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, hung up the phone. He asked the person on the other end of his call to wait for a moment. His low and mellow voice that was like a cello switched to Chinese and asked, “What’s going on?”

Lu Yuan secretly sized up his expression and said carefully, “The butler said that the Madam is not in the villa. He also said… that the Madam has left with her luggage.”

Jiang Yanshen’s expression suddenly darkened, and an icy cold voice flowed out from his thin lips. “Investigate.”

“Yes.” Lu Yuan’s heart was trembling as he thought to himself, ‘Damn it, who said that Director Jiang doesn’t care about Mrs. Jiang? I’ll slap that person’s face swollen when I see him!!’

Jiang Yanshen did not continue the conference call. He turned his head to look at the exotic scenery outside the window. His eyes were misty and unfathomable.

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The small apartment unit in Hua Mansions Condominium was something that Lin Qingqian had rented with her own money. After graduating from university, she registered for marriage with Jiang Yanshen. Although she didn’t have a job, she had a scholarship and a Weibo account with hundreds of thousands of fans. She occasionally took on advertisements and accumulated some savings.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Actually, when she graduated, she had also gone out to apply for a job. However, after working for a day, Jiang Yanshen caught her and brought her back home.

Jiang Yanshen’s exact words at that time were, “Since you’re Mrs. Jiang now, you have to behave accordingly. Our Jiang family doesn’t lack that bit of spare money!”

At that time, she was very happy because she thought that his heart ached for her and he did not want her to work so hard. Now that she thought about it, he probably despised her for embarrassing him.

Lin Qingqian laid out the bedsheets and suppressed the tears that almost flowed out of her eyes again. She sniffled and cheered herself on. “Lin Qingqian, you can do it.”

It was just a new beginning.

The next day, Lin Qingqian woke up early and went out for a walk to buy breakfast. After eating, she changed her clothes and went to work.

The day before her birthday, she received an email from E Fashion Magazine. She had been accepted as an intern assistant. Her salary was not high but fortunately, the office was nearby and she could reach it in ten minutes.

Coincidentally, it was the busiest two months for the fashion magazine. After Lin Qingqian reported to the company and received her work pass and daily office supplies, she was ordered around like a spinning top. She did not even have time to drink water.

In the afternoon, the editor-in-chief asked her to send the clothes needed for the shoot to the female celebrity. When she walked out of the office, Lin Qingqian was holding the list and did not notice her colleagues’ sympathetic gazes.

Lin Qingqian did not know this female celebrity. She only followed the instructions and went to the fashion department to collect the clothes, shoes, and accessories she wanted for the shoot. Then, she found the female celebrity’s dressing room.

Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard a woman’s sharp voice from inside. “Do you want to die? How dare you bring me such hot coffee? Are you deliberately trying to scald me to death?”

“I’m sorry, Sister Feifei. I didn’t do it on purpose…”

“Scram! I don’t want to see you… Roll out of here!”

The door was pulled open from the inside. Lin Qingqian looked down and saw a fat boy with glasses lying on the floor. Then, he really rolled out.

The woman sitting in front of the makeup mirror turned her head. Her standard internet celebrity face moved away and landed on Lin Qingqian.

Lin Qingqian said calmly, “Miss Li, these are the clothes and shoes for the magazine shoot later.”

She walked into the dressing room and was about to hang up the clothes when Li Feifei suddenly stood up and snatched the clothes. Her expression was ugly as she said, “How dare you give me such lousy clothes to wear?”

“Don’t think I don’t know. The last time Lin Xue’er went for a photoshoot, you gave her a LV luxury custom-made shirt. But you’re giving me this? What do you mean by it?”

Li Feifei snatched the clothes and threw them fiercely on Lin Qingqian’s face. The buttons on the clothes smashed onto her cheek, and a piece of her fair skin immediately turned red.