"Hello..." Jasmine answered the phone, irritation lacing her voice.
It was Snow on the line.
"I'm at Aino Studio. Come and try on the bridesmaid dress. Dad wants you to be my bridesmaid. If you don't show up,
you know what'll happen," Snow said arrogantly.
Jasmine hung up the phone and tossed it aside in annoyance.
Zhenguo Qin only knew how to threaten her these days.
If it weren't for the fact that West Hill was the burial place of her mother and the ancestral tomb of the Yin family,
he wouldn't have been able to hold this over her head.
She had little left to lose, except for this one tender spot in her heart.
After a moment of hesitation,
Jasmine left the office in a fit of pique.
Aino Studio was a favorite among the socialites and heiresses of Jiangcheng.
The prices there were far beyond what an ordinary wealthy family could afford.
Fortunately, it was relatively close to the Chu Corporation.
When Jasmine entered, Snow was haughtily picking out wedding dresses.
"Jasmine, put this on," Snow said, her eyes lighting up when she saw Jasmine.
She pinched a bridesmaid dress with a hideous red - green color combination between her fingers and threw it at Jasmine in disgust.
The dress not only had a terrible color scheme but also had revealing cut - outs at the front and back. The fabric looked like it was from a cheap street stall.
Jasmine ran her fingers over the dress and let out a cold laugh.
"Do you want to ruin your own wedding and embarrass the Qin family?"
She threw the mismatched dress right at Snow's face.
"Ah... Get it away!"
Snow, of course, had no intention of making a joke of her wedding. She just wanted to humiliate Jasmine at the moment.
"I order you to put it on."
"If you like it so much, you wear it, you idiot," Jasmine snapped.
Jasmine had been holding in her anger for so long, and she needed an outlet. And this woman in front of her had even taken one of her kidneys.
"You..."
Snow, enraged, raised her hand to slap Jasmine, but Jasmine caught it mid - air.
"Good day, Mr. Chu..."
"Mr. Chu, you've arrived. We were about to send it over to you," came the voices as a man, dressed in a custom - made black suit, entered the spacious and luxurious studio.
His thin lips were pressed tightly together,
and his calm eyes sparkled like stars. The air seemed to stretch taut like a bowstring. With the arrival of this cold and imposing man,
a chill seemed to seep into everyone's bones, and the group held their breath.
His gaze landed on the far end of the studio...
He took slow, deliberate steps forward. Snow,
facing him directly, felt her heart pounding. She had never seen a man with such an imposing presence.
He must be here for her.
What should she say? What should she do?
"Jasmine is an employee of the Chu Corporation and under my protection. Were you just trying to slap the face of the Chu Corporation or me, Yiqin Chu?"
His expression was cold as ice, and the words he uttered made Snow's heart tremble.
Yiqin Chu!
So he was Yiqin Chu!
When did Jasmine become someone from the Chu Corporation?
Snow was petrified. She wouldn't dare to offend anyone from the Chu Corporation, no matter what.
Jasmine shook off her hand, and Snow's legs gave way, causing her to collapse to her knees. Her face turned ashen, and her lips trembled as she struggled to speak.
"Mr. Chu..."
Jasmine felt a twinge of guilt. She peeked at his chiseled profile, only to meet his deep, intense gaze.
"Does this place let in any Tom, Dick, and Harry?" A sneer curled his lips. "I don't want to see this woman here again."
His clean, jade - like index finger pointed at Snow, who was on the ground.
"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right, Mr. Chu.
From now on, Ms. Qin will be on our blacklist," the studio manager said, scrambling to please. "Ms. Qin, please leave."
Snow had never suffered such humiliation in her life.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she glared at Jasmine with hatred. "I won't let you get away with this," she sobbed, then ran out of Aino Studio.
Jasmine felt a huge sense of relief, but before she could fully enjoy it, the man's voice rang out again.