Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 723 - 703

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Luo Qianqian instantly widened her eyes in shock. Hey, there’s more even after she left?

What happened?

It was already revealing, and she was showing off, and then the chain around the neck broke. It was a flash of white...

Sister Xi, remember to maintain your image; you’re a married woman now.

I couldn’t care less for that. Compared to her, I prefer your type of bean sprout figure...

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Luo Qianqian shook her head speechless. Is it really good to talk about her like this?

"Senior Brother, that dress had an accident." Luo Qianqian showed her phone to Jimo Cheng, her face filled with relief, "It’s fortunate it wasn’t me. After all, my figure wouldn’t have held up, I might have failed to react until..." She was a bean sprout, whereas that woman at least had something worth looking at, and it’s exactly that bit of flesh that allowed her to realize the issue. If it had been her, and something went wrong, she feared it would’ve all come tumbling down.

Jimo Cheng looked at the message and frowned darkly, bean sprout??? What’s wrong with bean sprouts? My junior sister is still a child, okay? And she’s a married woman... Does he now have not only to watch out for men around his junior sister but colleagues as well? 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Senior Brother, what’s wrong?" Luo Qianqian quickly shook him as she saw the odd look on Jimo Cheng’s face, "I’m quite annoyed, but she didn’t manage to scheme against me, right? Don’t be angry, Senior Brother."

Jimo Cheng was jolted out of his thoughts by the shaking and heard Luo Qianqian’s words, becoming speechless again. Was he thinking about that? What’s there to be angry about something that didn’t happen?

Fortunately, the car had already arrived at the destination, and Jimo Cheng got out with Luo Qianqian. They then took the elevator to the top floor.

The lighting in the restaurant was dim, with tiny candlesticks on each table that almost made Luo Qianqian think there was a power outage. That is if not for the slightly brighter lights at the cash register.

Tables that had guests were decorated with tall candlesticks, adding a certain ambiance.

Luo Qianqian tugged at Jimo Cheng’s sleeve, "Senior Brother, this place is like a ’black shop’; they won’t let you see what you’re eating clearly."

"..." The guiding waitress couldn’t help but give a wry smile. Wouldn’t you get used to it and be able to see clearly?

However, she didn’t dare laugh out loud. Having worked here for so long, she could tell at a glance that the clothes these two wore were all in RMB, walking RMB.

The night view of the entire city was visible from the window. You could clearly make out where the bustling business district was and where the residential areas lay. The neon lights twinkled, adding a touch of romance to the night’s dinner.

"May I ask what you two would like to order?" The waitress brought over a candlestick from a service counter, lit it, and handed out the menus to both of them, asking in a soft voice. The adornments on the two customers were undoubtedly valuable, but once seated and in the glow of the candlelight, both looked like young kids – even younger than some children working part-time over the holidays.

"Hmm, this, this, and this. For dessert, a brownie, and for the drink, orange juice, two of each," Jimo Cheng swiftly pointed to a few items on the menu, then turned to Luo Qianqian, "Anything else you’d like?"

Luo Qianqian calmly shook her head and closed the menu.

Actually, she preferred Chinese food over Western cuisine. While Chinese food tastes good, it does tend to leave its scent as evidence on your clothes afterward.

Like barbecue, hotpot, Sichuan cuisine...

But dressed this elegantly, it was only proper to make an elegant choice to eat Western cuisine. That’s real class.

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The server took the order and left, and Luo Qianqian suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.

"What’s so funny?" Jimo Cheng looked at Luo Qianqian under the candlelight, his cheeks especially soft, his eyes inevitably carrying a hint of tenderness.

Luo Qianqian revealed a row of pearly whites, her eyes curving with mirth, "Senior brother, do you think we look like we’re attending a ghost story convention? Like after telling ghost stories, we have to blow out the candles."

"Want to hear a ghost story?" Jimo Cheng asked, somewhat amused as he looked at Luo Qianqian.

Luo Qianqian shook her head repeatedly. In the past, she wanted to listen but was also afraid.

The current her? She stayed as far away as possible, not daring to discuss ghosts and spirits at all, since she couldn’t explain the things that had happened to her.

Jimo Cheng looked at the candlelight reflected in the glass and their two profiles, mixed with the twinkling starlight and neon lights outside the glass; it suddenly made him think, amidst the bustling times and shifting stars, to have someone by his side watching the sunrise and sunset, wasn’t that exactly what he wished for?

Luo Qianqian suddenly said, "Senior brother, what do you think they’re doing now?" The restaurant was just dimly lit with soft, ambiguous shadows of candlelight flickering about.

"Probably busy toasting and mingling, right?"

Jimo Cheng was taken aback, then shook his head helplessly. What else could he expect Luo Qianqian to say? This was just in line with her personality, wasn’t it?

"I guess they’re discussing that dress," Luo Qianqian said with certainty, her small face full of discomfort, "I just don’t know what Chu Ting thinks now."

"Hmm?" Jimo Cheng was somewhat puzzled by her meaning.

"You see, a guest being spilled on by a server might be an accident, right? They can only chalk it up to bad luck, right? But two people? That clearly shows a lack of quality. Others will only say that the Chu family’s ability to pick people is lacking, which has already put the Chu family in the spotlight, right? And on top of that, there’s a problem with the gown..."

Chu Ting was truly innocent. The gown, apart from being revealing, had no other issues; she had never anticipated such problems. She wasn’t foolish enough to put the Chu family in the line of fire. If it wasn’t for her having some value to use, how could the Chu family go to such lengths to throw this birthday party?

And why would she make a fool of herself at her own birthday party?

She never thought that woman would actually dare to squeeze into a crowd of men wearing that dress.

She had thought if it were Luo Qianqian, she would have just gone straight home. Showing off in that outfit for a bit would have been enough.

Who could have expected that Luo Qianqian had a change of clothes, and that woman had not a shred of modesty?

All these events coming together, even if by coincidence, seemed somewhat deliberate.

Luo Qianqian looked out the glass floor-to-ceiling windows at the towering buildings and the colorful neon lights, only to sigh silently. After all, she had made an enemy.

Although from the very beginning, she was passive; now, after only their first encounter, sparks had already flown.

Chu Ting, having come of age that day, and with her stunning beauty, had eclipsed all the famous ladies and ascended to the throne of Capital City’s number-one fine lady; that day also turned Chu Ting into the goddess in the hearts of many outstanding men.

However, the very next day, a piece of news was published in the newspapers: Capital City’s number-one fine lady engaged to the An Family.

Luo Qianqian looked at the report and was quite speechless. So what was she supposed to do with this status? Did people of this status still care about how much their dowry was?