C18 The Man Who Married Her Tenth

Ye Jianjia remained unfazed and even managed a smile as she said, "Indeed. With six kids to care for, I can't exactly live like you, the Ye family's cherished daughter, pampered and provided for in every way."

Initially, Ye Qingyun listened with a beaming smile, but as the words sank in, her expression soured. "What are you implying? Are you calling me a parasite of the Ye family?"

With a light huff, Ye Jianjia retorted, "Well, you're not entirely clueless."

Ye Qingyun's sneer was cold. "Remember, I'm here on Ms. Yang's behalf. Provoking me will do you no favors."

"Then save the chatter and review the design," Ye Jianjia said, presenting the sketches.

Ye Qingyun barely gave them a glance before dismissing them. "This is it? A child could do better. You expect one hundred and fifty thousand yuan for this? Ye Jianjia, you must be living in a fantasy!"

In truth, Ye Jianjia was a renowned jewelry designer online, and she was invested in this project. Beyond the financial aspect, it was her first commission since returning home, and she was eager to establish a local clientele.

"I created these designs based on Yang Lu's specifications. If there's something specific you're unhappy with, tell me, and I'll revise it."

"I'm unhappy with everything!" Ye Qingyun scoffed. "Just so you know, Yang Lu owns the beauty salon I frequent. I'm a VIP client, and she values my opinion. She'll drop your designs in a heartbeat if I say so."

"Are you toying with me?" Ye Jianjia's hand clenched into a fist at her side.

Was her hard work merely a ploy to ingratiate someone with a rich young lady?

"Exactly! Ye Jianjia, hear me well—if your next designs don't impress me, I'll cancel the order," Ye Qingyun declared, her resentment over a lost villa dissipating. "You've been slaving away for nothing. Without a penny to show for it, your six kids might as well starve!"

She scooped up her bag and strutted out like a victorious bantam hen.

Ye Jianjia's indignation slowly dissipated upon hearing those words. Indeed, she still had her kiddos to care for; surrender was not an option. Mulling it over, an idea suddenly struck her. She hastily gathered her blueprints and also left the private room.

Ye Qingyun was waiting for the elevator when she noticed Ye Jianjia exiting. Recalling her brand-new BMW, she seized the opportunity to flaunt it. "Heading out too, sister? Dad just got me a new car a couple of days ago. Need a lift?"

Without so much as a glance, Ye Jianjia dismissed her, "I have my own car."

Ye Qingyun couldn't help but smirk internally, recalling the beat-up second-hand car Ye Jianjia had driven last time.

The hotel's parking was right downstairs. Once Ye Jianjia stepped outside, she'd be confronted with Qingyun's million-dollar BMW, and surely, she'd be green with envy!

Descending to the lobby and stepping outside, Ye Qingyun made her way to her luxurious BMW, her face alight with smugness. But as she turned to gloat at Ye Jianjia, she was stunned to see her heading to the neighboring parking spot, sliding into an opulent, flashy Lamborghini convertible.

That car was a new, limited-edition Lamborghini, worth tens of millions and not something you could simply buy with money. How on earth could Ye Jianjia... How could she afford such an extravagant car?

Ye Qingyun's jaw dropped, her cheeks aflame as if she'd been repeatedly slapped in the face.

Could it belong to Mu Tingsu?

No, that couldn't be. Her father had mentioned that Mu Tingsu was in a coma, his wealth and influence completely stripped away, leaving nothing but an empty estate.

By then, Ye Jianjia had already backed out and driven off.

"She must have rented it to impress a client, puffing herself up," Ye Qingyun thought bitterly. "We'll see how long she can keep up this charade!"

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