"Feeling unhappy just because I asked you to do something?"
Hearing this, Shen Qingqing couldn't help but laugh, picked up the coffee, and even wiped the table with a tissue until it gleamed. Only then did she say, "No, how dare I disobey your command. I'll go and change it for you."
She strode off with the coffee.
This time, Fu Jingshu waited for a while and couldn't help but frown. Had this woman run off?
The next second, the door was pushed open, and Shen Qingqing walked in with the coffee. Seeing that the coffee was no longer steaming, Fu Jingshu immediately thought of his next complaint.
Shen Qingqing, holding the coffee, walked around the table and approached him step by step.
Fu Jingshu inexplicably remembered the last time she sat on his lap, her entire body held in his arms, their curves different, yet seemingly perfectly matched.
Perhaps he should let her off this time.
"Oh!"
Fu Jingshu's eyelids twitched as he saw Shen Qingqing exclaim, stumble, and spill the entire cup of coffee onto his chest, which was clad in a black suit.
The coffee wasn't hot, but the rich aroma and the wet feeling made Fu Jingshu's face instantly darken.
Shen Qingqing leaned on the table, one hand holding the cup, and apologized with seeming remorse, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I lost my footing just now. Are you okay, Master Fu?"
The last address was spoken with a charming lilt, but unfortunately, Fu Jingshu had no time to appreciate it.
His own潔癖 (jiépǐ - cleanliness obsession) was terrifyingly severe. This wet, sticky feeling made his scalp tingle. He immediately stood up, took off his jacket, and threw it on the floor.
Furious, he raised his head to reprimand her but saw Shen Qingqing staring blankly at his collarbone.
It turned out that when he took off his clothes, he had directly ripped off his tie, and his white shirt had two buttons undone, revealing a hint of his chest muscles.
A look of astonishment appeared in his amber eyes, which slanted upwards at the corners.
Instantly, the anger in his heart deflated like a popped balloon.
He picked up the stained jacket from the floor and threw it at her. Shen Qingqing was caught off guard, the jacket hitting her face. A faint, cool scent lingered in her nostrils.
She hurriedly took off the jacket, "What are you doing?"
"Wash it clean for me. I have a meeting in half an hour," Fu Jingshu glanced at the time and ordered as a matter of course. "If it's not washed clean and delays the meeting, you'll be responsible." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Shen Qingqing hugged the jacket and pouted, "Got it, you skinflint Fu!"
"What did you say?"
Shen Qingqing startled. Her last word was very soft, but she hadn't expected him to hear it. She quickly pretended she hadn't said anything and turned to run.
"Go and wash the clothes for me."
Fu Jingshu watched her retreating back. Even though he had been doused in coffee, for some reason, he didn't seem quite as angry.
He frowned, thinking he was acting a little strangely.
Shen Qingqing took the clothes to the dry cleaners. After much persuasion, she convinced the owner to promise to wash and dry them within half an hour, but at a very high price.
She didn't want to delay Fu Jingshu's meeting, so she readily agreed.
She figured she couldn't just wait for half an hour, so she decided to go out and buy some fried noodles to eat. By the time she finished, she would just make it back in time.
As she turned around, she saw Shen Yaoyao.
Shen Yaoyao's gaze fell on the jacket she was holding. She was very familiar with that jacket; it was a high-end custom piece, one of a kind in the world.
"Why are you holding Jingshu's clothes?"
"Don't you already know?" Shen Qingqing couldn't stand her acting like the main wife even after their engagement was broken off.
Shen Yaoyao gritted her teeth, "You finally got what you wanted. You snatched Jingshu away, and now you're pleased with yourself."
Shen Qingqing was tired of this old tune and casually dug in her ear. "Allow me to remind you that you are no longer engaged to Fu Jingshu. Your address should change. After all, you are now Mrs. Ye."
Shen Yaoyao's heart was pierced.
Both the broken engagement and being forced to be with Young Master Ye were things she desperately tried to avoid and dared not face.
Having delivered her barb, Shen Qingqing turned to leave.
Watching her swaggering back, Shen Yaoyao's teeth ached with hatred. She turned her gaze to the jacket. Once upon a time, she had wished countless times to touch it.
But now...
Shen Qingqing ate a plate of fried rice outside. When she returned to the dry cleaners, she found the clothes ruined.
Not only was there a tear in the otherwise perfect suit, but it had also been splashed with a red, unidentifiable liquid. She brought it to her nose to smell.
It was red ink.
"This is your shop's fault. How did red ink get on the clothes?"
The owner replied impatiently, "How should I know? These clothes were placed here and untouched. How would I know how you got red ink on them?"
"So you didn't even wash them."
"They're ruined, so what's the point of washing them?" the owner's attitude was extremely hostile.
Shen Yaoyao, who had been watching the commotion, suddenly spoke up, "You can't blame the owner for this. The clothes must have been in that condition when you brought them in, right?"
Shen Qingqing understood almost instantly, "It was you who did this."
"Sister, don't make baseless accusations. What does this have to do with me?" Shen Yaoyao's face was full of innocence. "You are making groundless accusations. Slander and defamation are legally punishable."
Shen Qingqing ignored her and asked the owner, "Can this red ink be washed out?"
The owner tutted, "Your clothes are ruined. Even if they can be washed, can they still be worn after washing? Besides, half an hour is almost up, and there's no time for repairs."
"My clothes were damaged in your shop. Don't you have a responsibility?" Shen Qingqing retorted.
The owner looked at her with a strange expression. "Miss, you are falsely accusing me. I can sue you. Do you have any proof that they were damaged in my shop? I could say they were like this when you brought them in!"
Shen Yaoyao added from the side, "There are no surveillance cameras here, so the cause cannot be determined. Instead of dwelling on this, you should think about how to compensate Jingshu for a new suit."
"You are truly shameless."
Shen Qingqing glanced at her, then at the owner. She was now completely certain that the two of them were in cahoots, but this was not the time to argue.
She grabbed the jacket and turned to leave.
The owner shouted from behind, "You haven't paid yet!"
Shen Qingqing stopped. "Do you want a slap? You ruined my clothes, and I haven't even sought retribution from you. You should be grateful. I don't have time to argue with you now, so you'd better shut your mouth."
Her gaze was cold and chilling, looking intimidating. The owner was so startled that he didn't dare to make a sound.
After she left, the owner immediately looked at Shen Yaoyao, "You promised me money, so you have to give it to me. The clothes are ruined, and my business is gone. If you don't give me the money, I'll tell her that you splashed the red ink on it."
Shen Yaoyao glared at him. "I will."
Although she had paid the money, she was in a good mood. As long as she saw Shen Qingqing suffer, she felt happy.
Meanwhile, Shen Qingqing had just reached the roadside when she received a call from Fu Jingshu, "It's time. Has the jacket been washed?"
She paused for a moment and said, "Give me ten minutes. I'll bring it to you immediately."
"What happened?"
"Nothing, trust me."
Fu Jingshu's voice was deep. "Okay."
After hanging up, Shen Qingqing immediately ran to the best suit shop nearby and bought an expensive suit according to the measurements of the damaged one.
With the suit wrapped, she hurried out, finally arriving at the company just before the meeting began.