Chapter 173: When Young Mistress Yan Acts Spoiled, Even The King Of Hell Gets Flustered

“Qin Jiang, are you out of your mind? This haute couture gown was just shipped back from Country K—it’s an original. If you don’t know about these things, don’t act like you’re finding fault with me and show off that low-IQ taste of yours.”

“I know you too well. What new scoop could you possibly have about the fashion circle? Let alone how to tell real haute couture from fake.”

Qin Jiang scoffed inwardly. It was true that he really didn’t know much about haute couture gowns.

But he’d seen his wife’s walk-in wardrobe, which was as big as a football field and perfectly organized.

Among the gowns he’d glimpsed by chance, there just happened to be this exact one!

And the haute couture Yanyan wore was generally produced as a single worldwide limited piece. If Yan Liang wore them once and didn’t show any desire to keep them, they would be bought by collectors or institutions at high prices to be put in museums or private collections.

But Yan Liang had an extreme possessiveness and hated seeing dresses she’d touched end up in others’ collections.

So she had Butler Xu set up a separate new wardrobe just to store those gowns.

Those she didn’t want to keep would be destroyed immediately.

And when Young Mistress Yan Liang was in a bad mood, she liked to personally tear apart dresses, taking perverse pleasure in hearing jewelry scatter across the floor and the sound of silk being ripped and slashed…

It was possessiveness taken to a pathological extreme.

And yet she somehow perfectly fit that kind of luxury and indulgence!

“I don’t know much either, but I’ve seen someone else wear this dress before. The texture, the stitching, and the depth of the design of the genuine piece are worlds apart from the fake one you’re wearing!”

“Qin Xiangyun, you’ve only been away three months and you’re getting more and more low-class.”

That was another line that cracked Qin Xiangyun’s composure, but Qin Jiang said it without any ripple of emotion.

He stood there so calm and indifferent, just watching Qin Xiangyun nearly fall apart.

“Qin Jiang, stop making things up!”

“I’ve tasted more salt than you’ve walked roads—how could I be wrong…”

When Qin Xiangyun said that, in fact she was already a little nervous inside.

But she couldn’t let others laugh at her.

So she had to grit her teeth and argue with Qin Jiang—after all, he was someone she had long suppressed, and she needed to show she could put him down to assert her status.

So those watchdogs wouldn’t look down on her!

“Ms. Qin, we really did determine that your haute couture gown is fake. This globally limited haute couture has only one piece in the world, and unfortunately… someone happens to be wearing it today!”

“If you go in, you’ll be humiliating yourself…”

The security guard spoke frankly, and Qin Xiangyun was even closer to breaking down.

“What’s all this commotion at the door?”

“The birthday banquet is about to start—let the people in first.”

The person who came out happened to be Uncle Su. He glanced at Qin Jiang’s face and found him unusually handsome—compared to those overly made-up so-called young stars in the entertainment industry, this young man’s physique looked substantial too.

No wonder he could be chosen by his niece, who had such picky tastes.

Qin Jiang didn’t look at Qin Xiangyun again, but a sudden shadow flashed across his eyes.

Inside the estate.

Yan Liang sat beneath a flowering vine swing. Within twenty meters no one dared come near.

Except ten meters away, Young Mistress Qi Yuan could still leisurely sway her wineglass and drink…

The others didn’t have that kind of nerve.

Just then Zhao Xiong was hesitating and struggling over whether to step forward and greet Young Mistress Yan Liang again.

A tall, slender figure pushed through the crowd outside—the young man stood straight as a pine, his brows and eyes cool and sullen.

He strode over in big steps.

And he actually had the nerve to head straight into the “death zone” surrounding Young Mistress Yan Liang.

Yan Liang looked up at the newcomer, ignoring everyone else—she felt that in the gloom the beam of light she’d been waiting for had finally arrived, and she couldn’t help but act spoiled and speak instinctively.

“Hubby, why are you only just getting here?”

The whole room nearly gasped out loud.

What did they just hear??! Was that the demon herself acting spoiled and cutesy?!