"Where’s Anbliy?"
"Miss Gu, I’m sorry, the director has other clients today, and I’ll be the one to scent the room for you."
The other person seemed unwilling to accept her apology, raised her voice in displeasure, and said, "I’ve always had the director do this for me, why am I being switched to someone else?"
"But... that VIP specifically requested the director’s service, she’s a Diamond Card member, and according to the rules, the director has to assist her first. Miss Gu, how about this, if you really want the director to do it for you, you can wait a while until the director finishes, would that work for you?"
The members here all have extraordinary status, and we can’t afford to offend any of these distinguished individuals, so we have to be cautious, hoping the other person won’t get upset.
The beautician humiliated herself trying to please her, but the other person was relentless, "No way, I have an event to attend tonight, I can’t wait. Go and tell her to give me her slot first, I’ll cover her expenses today."
The beautician smirked condescendingly at her, as if looking at a lunatic, yet didn’t dare to show it too obviously and offend her, so she smiled apologetically and said, "Miss Gu, the other person is a Diamond Member here..."
Would someone who can open a Diamond Membership at Jinghong Club care about your paltry money?
They’re either socialites or wealthy ladies!
Every single one of them is a person of significance.
And she actually asked me to talk to a Diamond Member about swapping slots, in a tone as if she was tipping a beggar, saying she’d foot the bill.
You must be out of your mind; I’m not done living yet!
"I know, so what if they’re Diamond Members, I’m also your Platinum Member, and I e here often. Just pass the message, how do you know Diamond Members aren’t stingy too? I’ve seen plenty of wealthy but tight-fisted people, haven’t you heard that the richer they are, the more stingy they bee. Maybe she’d agree to give me her slot."
The senior beautician could barely maintain her smile; where the hell did this yokel e from? The people she’s talking about must be nouveau riche. All Jinghong members are socialites and wealthy ladies; who would stoop so low as to lose face over a bit of money.
Gu Qing, extremely impatient, handed her a business card, her face full of impatience as she said, "Take this to her, she’ll understand once she sees it."
The senior beautician glanced at the business card in her hand, feeling both frustrated and helpless, then got up to leave.
Not long after, the curtain of Jiang Nuan’s private room was pulled open, and a long-legged, slim-waisted regal lady walked in.
"Dear guest, I apologize for disturbing your rest. Here’s the situation..."
She steeled herself and relayed everything Gu Qing had said in a roundabout way, then handed the business card to Jiang Nuan.
"This is what that lady asked me to bring to you."
Jiang Nuan took the card, lowered her gaze to see the two gilded characters written in a grand script—Fu Yi.
Ha!
She came to Jinghong Club specifically to find Gu Qing to ask a question, initially wondering how she might approach her without being abrupt, but unexpectedly the other party came to find her.
The private rooms here are separated by rosewood screens, aesthetic enough but not soundproof, and since their rooms are adjacent, she had overheard their conversation. Enmmmm... What’s there to say, she could only sigh—someone’s taste is indeed bold!
Jiang Nuan returned the business card, speaking blandly to the beautician, "Tell her, I’m willing to give up Anbliy to her, but I have one precondition: before that, she needs to find some time to have a coffee with me."
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