"Auntie, I'm not angry." She shook her head.
"That's great; that's great. I'll take note in future; you, too, Jingwan. Pei Ge is now the most senior."
"Mhm, auntie; I'll take note." Qu Jingwan nodded obediently as she calculated the time internally.
The two hours of torture made her feel as though she were sitting on pins. She kept looking at the 19th-century, German pendulum clock on the wall. It was as if an army of ants were crawling toward her heart and biting it. Every second was torturous and pressing.
"Pei Ge, come sit beside me. Let me look at the sapphire on the ceremony girl. How is it?"
She did not realize that Madam Ji had changed the channel. Now, the television was showing a rare sapphire dug out from Africa last month. Experts estimated that this jewel was nearly on the same tier as the prized gem—an exorbitant, shimmering ruby—of a certain luxury store.
"Its color isn't bad and its luster is the creme de la creme."
