Lin Qiang sat down on the sofa in the VIP area, allowing Eleven to touch up her makeup.
She looked at her hand and laughingly asked, "Whereâs that high-quality fake diamond ring of yours? I havenât seen you wearing it recently?"
Eleven also glanced at her empty hand and joked, "I donât know where I lost it."
What was she still doing wearing that diamond ring after leaving Gu Liancheng? It seemed valuable, but she didnât dare wear it outside casually, so she put it in her home safety deposit box.
Elevenâs explanation had convinced Lin Qiang even more. If it was real, could she still be so nonchalant after losing it?
Because Eleven was squatting in front of her, Lin Qiang suddenly noticed a small diamond on a necklace around Elevenâs neck. She reached out, took the necklace, and looked at it with surprise.
Her expression soon returned to normal, "This Shimmer necklace... Itâs a high-quality imitation too, right?"
"Huh? Oh yes, itâs a fake one. Cost me over three hundred."
"The craftsmanship is quite delicate..." Lin Qiang held it in her palm and closely examined it for a while.
Why did she feel that it was not a knockoff?
A high-quality knockoff for just over three hundred? So realistically made?
But she knew she couldnât afford this necklace. If it wasnât a knockoff, could it be real?
After Lin Qiang let go, Eleven quickly stuffed the necklace back into her clothes, earning a derisive smile from her. Afraid someone might snatch a knockoff?
Shan Shan, the person in charge, arrived late, "Miss Lin, your VIP rest room is over there. Thereâs a while before the wedding starts, you can go rest first."
It turned out that Lin Qiangâs rest room was right next to the bride and groomâs. When she went over, she saw them both dressed in a suit and wedding gown, coming out of their room. They ran smack-dab into each other.
"CEO Jin, Miss Yao, congratulations, happy wedding," Lin Qiang greeted them with a smile.
"Thank you, Miss Lin." Jin Xiangbei didnât respond, Yao Ruoshui responded.
His gaze was fixed on the low-profile assistant behind Lin Qiang. The assistant kept her head down and walked straight into the rest room.
His gaze was melancholic.
No matter how she changed, he would recognize her.
Jin Xiangbei finally shifted his gaze from inside the room to the red string on Lin Qiangâs left wrist, "Miss Lin, this bracelet, it looks rather unattractive."
Lin Qiang felt a bit awkward and slowly withdrew her hand.
...
Eleven heard the conversation outside.
When Lin Qiang came in, of course, the first thing she did was to take off the red string bracelet and throw it on the floor.
Sulking from the bad start, she was now a little angry and cast a harsh glance at Eleven, "Didnât you say this was his favorite thing?"
Eleven squatted down, picked up the red string, lost in thought.
"Itâs been five years, a personâs preferences can change I guess," she said lightly.
She wasnât lying. Many years ago, this red string, in Jin Xiangbeiâs eyes, was much nicer than those tens of thousands worth bracelets, because she had woven it herself.
If it were not for Lin Qiang insisting that she make it, Eleven would never weave such a bracelet now.
While weaving this bracelet, the memories of the times they had spent together flashed through her mind, which wasnât a good thing for her.
Now, she had feelings for it. But it no longer had anything to do with Jin Xiangbei. She cherished it, but didnât throw it away, and wore it on her own wrist.
"Get out!" Lin Qiang snapped, clearly in a foul mood.
Once outside, Eleven checked Weibo. There was still no news about her divorce from Gu Liancheng on Weibo today. The whole place was swamped with news about Jin Xiangbeiâs wedding, and the media kept posting who was present. From the photos, it appeared that Jin Xiangbei and Yao Ruoshui had just gone to greet the guests at the door.
If Gu Liancheng was wicked enough to choose today to announce it, a war would probably break out on Weibo.