Chapter 158: with translation of chapter title

Instinctively, Lin Qianqian directed her gaze toward Sister Li, furrowing her brow.

Although this woman doesn't look like a rich person at first glance, sometimes rich people do appear low-key in the public eye; no one can say for sure.

In short, Lin Meng could not possibly have a membership card here.

Lin Qianqian insisted outright that Lin Meng was pretending.

Lin Meng snorted dismissively, not taking it to heart.

"What, you're not saying I'm keeping a sugar daddy this time? Now you're saying I sneaked in?"

Lin Meng casually produced the VIP card she had just obtained, each card bearing a unique number.

She held the card up, waved it, then gave the siblings a teasing look.

"I don't know whose card you have, but this one is mine—I just got it, right while you were making a fuss at the front desk. If you don't believe me, have someone check the code to see if it matches my identity."

"You're lying! This can't be real!"

Lin Qianqian pointed at Lin Meng and hurled insults, her face contorted, forgetting all the etiquette she'd learned in the Socialite Class.

Lin Haocheng, although he didn't shout like his sister, wore a grim face that clearly marked him as no good person.

In contrast, Lin Meng remained calm and composed, a light, carefree smile always on her face.

The contrast between them was obvious at a glance.

A group of staff immediately sided with Lin Meng, showing displeasure toward the siblings.

"You two have had enough—Miss Lin is our studio's esteemed VIP client, and her VIP card was personally issued by our manager; we can all vouch for that."

"Exactly—you can't get it yourself, so you resent others having it. What kind of mindset is that? Your jealousy is too strong; I advise you to leave now, or we'll have to call the police if you keep causing a scene."

Lin Qianqian simply couldn't believe Lin Meng actually had the means to get a card—it was worth a hundred million, whereas she'd only ever dreamed of tens of millions.

A hundred million—enough to be worshipped in their village.

"Lin Meng, do you dare say that the hundred million you proved is really yours? Are you engaged in some illegal business? Or perhaps you're not qualified at all and are sleeping with the manager here?"

Lin Qianqian leaned toward the latter explanation; though she didn't want to admit it, Lin Meng's face and figure were undeniably alluring.

Upon hearing that, Lin Meng laughed—sometimes when speechless, one really does laugh.

"Lin Qianqian, what's wrong with your brain? Your uncle is such a sharp person, yet he produced you, such a fool."

A staff member nearby couldn't help but chime in.

"If you're going to spread rumors, at least get the facts straight—our studio is all female staff, and the manager is a woman too; you're just spouting sexual slander, which is utterly despicable."

"Exactly, your conduct is terrible—what's your name? Next time customers come to our shop, I'll make sure to promote you properly so the big shots in the circle know all about you."

Upon hearing that, Lin Qianqian got angry and was about to speak, but Lin Haocheng beside her stopped her.

"Never mind, never mind—it's all a misunderstanding. Actually, this is our family matter; this Miss Lin is my cousin. Girls sometimes just have a strong competitive streak."

Having said that, Lin Haocheng pretended to scold Lin Qianqian, casually said a couple of things to her, then turned an apologetic smile toward Lin Meng.

"Cousin, I didn't expect you to improve so much after just a few days apart—truly worthy of being a Lin Family member."

"Qianqian just blurted that out in a moment of impulse; you really shouldn't take it to heart."

Lin Haocheng's attitude shifted too quickly, leaving even a few staff members bewildered.

Lin Meng gave a cold snort, not knowing what Lin Haocheng was scheming, glanced at him, and ignored him.

Not long after, the manager returned in a hurry, her face showing a hint of oddness.

She had just consulted the person in charge, confirming that this expensive custom gown was indeed prepared by General Manager Ye for a Miss Ye from Yun Cheng.

But she felt something was off—how could such a vulgar, shallow woman named Lin Qianqian, whose looks aren't even striking, catch General Manager Ye's eye?

Something must be mistaken.

Unfortunately, the person in charge couldn't reach General Manager Ye, so they couldn't verify it clearly for the time being.

"Sorry, everyone, we can't reach General Manager Ye right now, and we shouldn't make decisions on our own."

At that moment, Lin Qianqian also came to her senses; under Lin Haocheng's warning gaze, she dared not cause trouble anymore, but instead put on airs and spoke haughtily:

"Forget it then—I'm too good to try on someone else's clothes; I'll go look at other styles."

The manager immediately responded.

"Sorry, any gown displayed in the store's window cannot be tried on."

Lin Qianqian was taken aback, realizing the manager was targeting her.

"How can I know if it fits without trying it on? I'm here to buy clothes—is this your attitude? Go get the person in charge!"

The manager didn't take Lin Qianqian's words seriously at all, smiling as she said:

"The person in charge is very busy and won't come for an unimportant client; let me emphasize again: the gowns in our store's window cannot be tried on, nor even touched—otherwise you couldn't afford to compensate."

That sentence instantly ignited the siblings' anger.

They couldn't stand anyone saying they couldn't afford something.

"Who are you looking down on? It's just a dress—Qianqian, go pick one; whichever you choose, I'll buy it for you outright."

"Who are you looking down on, saying he can't afford it?"

Upon hearing that, Lin Qianqian's eyes lit up immediately; she pointed to a nearby black silk long gown and said:

"I like that one, Brother—I'm better suited to a body-hugging style; it shows off my figure."

Lin Haocheng glanced at it; the gown looked luxurious, and the fabric had no embellishments, so it probably wasn't that expensive.

So he decisively waved his hand and said, "Brother will buy it for you!"

The manager signaled the other staff not to move, then slowly walked to the black gown, extended her hand, and introduced it:

"You two have good taste—this gown is a star custom piece from International Fashion Week, designed by the world-renowned Designer M; its price is 1.3 million, our studio's agency fee is only 50,000, making a total of 1.35 million—card or cash?"

The manager kept a professional smile, but it was clear she was doing it on purpose.

After all these years in the business, no client with taste and means has ever been like the Lin Haocheng siblings.

So she was certain these two definitely couldn't afford it—even if they swollen their faces to pretend to be fat, they still couldn't buy it.

Sure enough, upon hearing the price tag of millions, Lin Haocheng's heart jumped violently, his face turned ashen.

A dress actually costs over a million; why don't these people just go rob?

He had no idea; in the eyes of truly wealthy people, this price is nothing at all.

Lin Qianqian didn't care; over a million, her brother can still come up with it, right?

After all, her parents had said before she came that for any place needing money, just go to her brother.

Her brother had come to Jing Shi several years ago to start a business, and now he has achieved some success.

A mere 1.35 million—just to package herself and snag a golden turtle son-in-law; once she smoothly marries into a wealthy family, it's far more than 1.35 million—13.5 million could easily be in hand.

"Brother, go swipe the card; I'll go try it on first."

Lin Qianqian said and was about to try it on, but Lin Haocheng panicked and grabbed her to stop her.

"Qianqian, brother thinks this dress isn't quite right for you; why don't you pick another?"