Pampered by the Rich: Wife Smashes Him on the Head

Chapter 148 Second Young Master, you're too popular!

Chapter 148 Second Young Master, You're Too Popular

Lu Qianqian glared back defiantly. So what if they had different eye sizes? Who's afraid of who!

Seeing this, Rong Changqing couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Qianqian is right. People with money like to be willful. Call your manager out to discuss the acquisition agreement."

The staff's service principle is to meet all customer requirements. Since they want a manager, then let's bring the manager out.

"Yes, please wait a moment."

Seeing this, Sheng Sitong frowned and looked at Rong Ziqing. Was she just going to let him bully her like this? Rong Changqing could come up with so much money, so why couldn't Rong Ziqing?

Clearly, Rong Ziqing didn't even glance at Sheng Sitong. He wasn't Rong Changqing; he would calculate the profit margin for every penny he spent, unlike Rong Changqing who would throw money away so carelessly.

"Alright, let's go." Rong Ziqing turned and left. He meant well, thinking that after he left, Rong Changqing wouldn't buy the shop anymore.

After all, none of the clothes here are cheap, and Rong Changqing is just a vice president, how much income could he possibly have?

However, he was overthinking it.

He could never have imagined how much capital Rong Changqing possessed.

Sheng Sitong was initially unconvinced, but she knew this wasn't the time to throw a tantrum, and she was also fully aware of her own status and position.

So, she maintained her gentle smile and followed Rong Ziqing away.

At this moment, the manager also came out, smiling and saying to Rong Changqing, "Boss, I had to go out for a while."

Lu Qianqian and her staff looked at the person in front of them in surprise. The acquisition procedures were completed so quickly?

Rong Changqing glanced at him and said sarcastically, "I think you ate too much and got diarrhea."

"Haha, the boss knows me best." The man said with a smile, then looked at Lu Qianqian, "This must be the madam."

"Hmm." Rong Changqing looked at Lu Qianqian and introduced, "He is San Tiao, the person in charge of the styling salon."

Lu Qianqian then realized: "So, the world's number one styling salon, Hua Rong Styling, is yours?"

“No, it belongs to our family.” Rong Changqing corrected her misuse of words. “As the saying goes, ‘Buddha makes gold plating, and people make clothes.’ I often attend various events, so it would be convenient to open a styling salon. Lu Yunxi and Zhang Liangzhi are both shareholders.”

"I see." Lu Qianqian suddenly realized, "So you can be this arrogant. Sheng Sitong's face turned green with anger just now because of you."

"Let her cheat on me, what does it have to do with me?" Rong Changqing said with a double meaning, "Do you still want this dress?"

Lu Qianqian shook her head: "I don't want it anymore. You must have made me try this on on purpose to make them jealous."

After being seen through, Rong Changqing touched the tip of his nose and smiled faintly: "Qianqian is really smart."

"Hmph, you're using me." Lu Qianqian frowned and said coquettishly, "I'm angry."

"Then, what do you want in return for your forgiveness?" Rong Changqing held her hand in his arms, looking ingratiating.

San Tiao shuddered, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin, and quickly led the staff away to avoid the area.

"I'm going to cut this dress up for fun!" Lu Qianqian angrily pulled her hand away. "You were angry with Sheng Sitong without telling me, and now I'm worried about you."

Rong Changqing kindly handed her a pair of scissors, indicating that she could cut them however she wanted, and even asked slyly, "What are you worried about me for?"

Lu Qianqian took the scissors and gestured at herself: "I'm worried you won't be able to buy them and will lose face in front of Rong Ziqing."

Rong Changqing was pleased by her honesty and clapped his hands in approval: "As expected, my Qianqian is still thinking of me. In that case, I'll give you two more pieces of clothing to cut."

"Do you think I'm a spendthrift wife?" Lu Qianqian laughed in exasperation. "Fine, I won't cut this dress anymore. I'll just give it away."

"To whom?"

"To be used as a shelter for stray dogs."

"Pfft—" Rong Changqing laughed until his stomach hurt, "If Sheng Sitong finds out about this, she'll be furious!"

"Hey, you know what, I really want her to know!" Lu Qianqian smiled mischievously, turned around and went into the fitting room, changed out of her clothes, and chose a red fitted long dress that accentuated her shapely figure.

When Rong Changqing saw her come out, he couldn't help but clap his hands: "Qianqian, it seems I still need to feed you more."

She's so thin! How can her waist be so tiny?

In winter, when I was wearing thick clothes, I couldn't feel it, but now, no matter how I look at it, I look thin and small.

"No!" Lu Qianqian refused outright. "Gaining weight is absolutely not an option."

"Is that so?" Rong Changqing said thoughtfully. "It's clearly you who doesn't gain weight no matter what you eat, don't you even look at how much you ate this afternoon?"

Lu Qianqian threw a flying knife at him: "Nonsense, I clearly ate very little."

Rong Changqing looked directly at her stomach and nodded: "Yes, it's very little."

Lu Qianqian punched him directly: "Go change your clothes, I need to get my hair done!"

After saying that, she followed the staff to get her hair washed. The whole styling process took about an hour. Rong Changqing was already done and was sitting on the sofa playing games.

Lu Qianqian looked over: "Didn't you put on makeup?"

"Do I need to wear makeup?" Rong Changqing asked in return.

Lu Qianqian nodded: "Yes, even celebrities have to wear makeup."

"I am naturally beautiful." Rong Changqing looked at her with gentle eyes. Her red dress and light flaxen hair made her skin look even smoother and whiter. Under her exquisite makeup, she was even more beautiful and breathtaking.

Rong Changqing took the coat that had been prepared beforehand and put it on her: "Let's go, it's cold outside. You can take it off when we get to the banquet hall."

"Okay." Lu Qianqian took the white wool coat and put it on, then took Rong Changqing's arm and they got into the car to go to the banquet venue.

There was some traffic on the way, and Rong Changqing deliberately made the driver take a few detours, so they arrived at the banquet venue at seven o'clock, a full hour late.

The banquet had already begun and was packed with people; Rong Ziqing was already surrounded by many others.

Some people who were near the entrance saw Rong Changqing enter with a female companion and immediately surrounded him. This was the second young master of the Rong family; no matter how纨绔 (playboy), he was still a member of the Rong family.

"Second Young Master, you've finally arrived."

"Second Young Master, your female companion is very beautiful."

"Second Young Master, you look truly dashing today."

Everyone around him was praising him and saying nice things, without mentioning anything about work. It was clear that all they needed to do was flatter Rong Changqing. What was the point of talking about work with a playboy like him?

Seeing this, Lu Qianqian sneered inwardly; these people were truly blind.

How can Rong Ziqing compare to her second young master?

Rong Ziqing and the others, who were some distance away, also heard the commotion and turned their gazes towards it.

Sheng Sitong, standing next to him, said, "It's the Second Young Master."