Washington Opera (5)
Actually, anyone with a little shopping mall experience knows that Huafu Song City on Qingyang Road is more like an entertainment club than a KTV. The upper floor has luxurious hotel suites, the middle floor has the song city, and the lower floor has a food district. On Saturday morning, the coffee shop exudes a lazy atmosphere, with Joe Hisaishi's "Summer" playing at the bar, accompanied by the soft glow of dawn, bringing a bright warmth to people.
There were not many guests, only two or three scattered around. Also because of this, Du Ke's gaze fell on the figure wearing a black windbreaker sitting by the window. She took two steps forward, but suddenly felt something was off.
Jiao Yuhua raised her eyes, and the two locked gazes, sparking a woman's intuition.
She had never thought that Xu Xue would come to find her, but no matter how shocking it was, it couldn't compare to Jiao Yuhua's expressionless face as she said: "I am Xu Xue's wife."
Karma's coming really fast.
A few days ago, she made a big scene in Xu Xu's office and stormed out, thinking that was the end of it. But unexpectedly, her retaliatory remark brought about such a huge reaction. Jiao Yuhua seemed to not even bother with pleasantries, as soon as she sat down, a cup of coffee was splashed onto her without warning.
"You're worthless yourself, yet you still try to drive a wedge between me and Xu Xue, what kind of heart do you have?!"
She sat there blankly, and for a moment, her senses seemed to have lost all feeling. She didn't know what foul language Jiao Yuhua said next, but at that moment, she only thought of the time when she and Bai Qingru were lying in bed watching TV dramas, both of them scolding the mistress who ruined other people's marriages.
Bai Qingchen said, "Don't laugh, maybe one day you'll also end up doing something like this."
What a jinx she thought.
The coffee stain on her body spread little by little, and some dripped onto the genuine leather sofa where she was sitting, dissolving into unsightly stains.
She thought she should leave. Otherwise, the coffee stain on her clothes would be difficult to wash away. This was a piece of clothing that she liked very much, which she had bought a year ago and now probably couldn't find anywhere in the market.
She came back to her senses, lifted her head, but saw that Jiao Yuhua was no longer shouting at her, but instead stood up and argued with a service staff next to him.
"She spilled coffee all over your sofa, why are you asking me to pay for it?!" Jiao Yuhua shouted like a shrew, her finger still pointing at Du Kewe's nose.
The waiter, wearing a small black hat, had only seen the corner of his mouth curled up mischievously, with a relaxed and natural tone, "Auntie, everyone saw that it was you who spilled coffee on this person's body. To say, this beauty even sacrificed herself to save our sofa from being ruined. Besides, you don't need to compensate too much for the money, our sofas here are affordable, around 400,000 to 500,000 yuan. It would be better if you negotiate with our manager directly."
He finished speaking and pointed to a man in a suit inside the counter. The man's face stiffened, seemingly helpless, and mouthed something silently.
Jiao Yuhua was so angry that she stomped her feet and went to find the so-called manager to reason with him. Du Kewe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing at this farce.
A white shirt fell from the sky and landed on her head.
He looked up, and the brave waiter who had just taken off his hat had a sly smile on his delicate face, saying to her, "This is a reward for protecting the sofa, Du Kewe."
