The moment he saw An Jinmu, An Jingxing felt the fire of anger growing like a weed in his heart. His body was trembling uncontrollably. He couldn't take his eyes away from An Jinmu. An Jinmu was so interested in her.
All the things I have done can be seen clearly before my eyes.
Some people say that time is good medicine. As long as it lasts long enough, anything can be forgotten. But when An Jingxing saw An Jinmu appear in front of her, she realized that there was some hatred.
, she's afraid she won't even be able to forget it.
"Miss, Eric, please go to the dressing room next to me." Just when An Jingxing was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass at the door, lost in thought, the beautiful voice of the foreign beauty suddenly came from behind.
"Thank you." After calming down in the shortest possible time, An Jingxing looked at the place where An Jinmu's sports car disappeared, and remembered the news he saw today that An Jinmu and Lei Aotian were going to hold a wedding in Los Angeles.
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I thought to myself, since the wedding was going to be held here, it was not unusual to buy a dress on this street. After all, the An family had plenty of money, and they didn't mind squandering such a small amount on their daughter's wedding.
And since I was following this man, they probably wouldn't encounter him.
Thinking like this, An Jingxing felt a little relieved, loosened his clenched fists, and followed the waiter into the next room.
An Jingxing was taken to a room with dim lighting.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw sewing machines, clothes hangers, and easels placed in the corner of the room, and rows of ready-made clothing samples hanging nearby.
A woman wearing glasses and casual clothes was looking at one of the sample clothes attentively. Eric sounded like a rather masculine name, but I didn't expect that the designer was actually a woman.
Seeing An Jingxing's figure, Eric quickly came to his senses. The size and position of her eyes seemed to have been calculated. They were in the most perfect place. Her high nose bridge and thin lips made her look more mature than the average woman.
Somewhat capable and wise.
"Are you the woman Gene brought here?" The woman's voice contained a hint of imperceptible sarcasm. A pair of sharp eyes, like X-rays, scanned her from head to toe several times before finally landing on her face.
"Tsk, she looks pretty good, but...this dress...is really tacky."
Eric was not stingy with his criticisms, but this did not make An Jingxing feel ashamed. Just like when she was in school, she rarely bought new clothes, but she never felt inferior to An Jinmu who wore new brands every day.
She admits that clothes can enhance a person's appearance, but they cannot represent everything about a person.
"It's my honor to make Miss Eric feel like this." An Jingxing said calmly and indifferently.
But this attitude made Eric look slightly sideways, narrowed his eyes, smiled, and continued: "Oh? I'm not complimenting you. Why do you feel honored?"
"If I were perfect today, I wouldn't be standing here anymore, so the more tacky I wear, the greater the room for development will be for Miss Eric, and I can become a stunning work under Miss Eric.
Isn't it an honor for me?"
An Jingxing has never been a weakling. It's just that An Jinmu was too despicable and he was really powerless, so he was plotted against by An Jinmu again and again.
But now hatred has completely reborn her from the bottom of her heart to her body. She has become more mature, wiser and better able to handle some things.
And in this world, truly smart people will naturally not hate smart people.
