2594: Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (112)

Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (112)

After entering the set, Qiao Ruoxi asked the staff, "May I know where Miss Wen Ke'er is? I'm here to deliver something to her."1

After checking her identity, the staff brought her in and pointed to a dressing room. "Wen Ke'er is inside."

"Okay, thank you."

Qiao Ruoxi knocked on the door of the lounge. It was Wen Ke'er's assistant, Little Cannon.

Qiao Ruoxi walked into the lounge and saw Wen Ke'er sitting on a swivel chair, drinking coffee.

Little Cannon reported, "Sis Ke'er, the delivery is here."

Wen Ke'er turned her chair around and asked, "What time is it now? Why are you so late?"

Qiao Ruoxi was late. She was supposed to complete the delivery before 9:40 am.

She quickly handed it over and explained, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. There was a traffic jam on the road, and I'm not familiar with the roads around the film studio, so… ah…"

Before she could finish her words, Wen Ke'er threw the coffee in her hand at her.

Qiao Ruoxi was wearing a coat on the outside, and a black smock shirt with a white business suit on the inside. Her neck and chest were exposed.

The hot coffee was splashed all over her neck and her chin was also stained quite a bit. It was so hot that she quickly used her hands to randomly push it away.

Her clothes were instantly stained and her skin was scalded. It was extremely painful.

"Miss Wen, why are you doing this?"

Qiao Ruoxi frowned.

"Do you know how precious my time is? In order to wait for the necklace to arrive, I've already wasted 40 minutes and missed the opportunity to attend an event. Why do you think I splashed water on you? Who asked you to deliberately harm me?"

Wen Ke'er had splashed some water on her and yet, she was still arguing.

Qiao Ruoxi had never seen such an unreasonable person like Wen Ke'er. She had already apologized, and she did not mean to be late. Why was she being so aggressive?

It was a fact that she was late, and she had no choice but to endure it.

"Miss Wen, I never thought of harming you. I've already delivered the goods. Please check the goods!"

Qiao Ruoxi only wanted to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible, to get away from the vicious and pretentious Wen Ke'er.

Wen Ke'er ordered her assistant, "Little Cannon, open the box."

Little Cannon opened the jewelry box and took out the diamond necklace. He looked at it and was not sure if it was real or fake. "Sis Ke'er, I can't tell if it's real or fake."

"If you can't tell, why don't you go look for Mr. Zheng?" Wen Ke'er said impatiently. "Mr. Zheng is a famous jewelry appraiser. No matter what kind of person he is, he can tell at a glance whether it's real or fake."

"Oh, okay. I'll go find Mr. Zheng right away."

Little Cannon ran away. A few minutes later, he came back with a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Little Cannon took the jewelry box and asked, "Mr. Zheng, please take a look. Is this necklace genuine??"

The man named Mr. Zheng picked up the necklace and used a magnifying glass to examine it.

After looking at it for a while, he said with certainty, "This necklace is fake. At most, it's a high-quality imitation. It's not embedded with diamonds, but zirconium."

"How is that possible? We can't sell fake goods."

Qiao Ruoxi immediately denied it. The authenticity of the necklace was related to Di Ruiling's reputation and her job.

It was a package that she had wrapped herself. She had never opened it on her way here. How could it be fake?

Teacher Zheng said in a professional tone, "I've been appraising jewelry for decades. I can tell at a glance whether it's real or not. Miss, this is fake."

Qiao Ruoxi took the necklace and examined it carefully. She also found some clues.

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