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In the imperial capital, the airport hall is crowded with people.

Zhao Qianjin, wearing a huge toad mirror and a designer bag on her arm, stood in the airport lobby with her arms folded at ease, as if waiting for someone.

Dressed in a luxurious celebrity suit, she was in sharp contrast to the surging crowd of star-chasing fans around her.

"Is it the reason why I haven't returned to China in a few years? When did Leng Qingqing become so popular?"

Zhao Qianjin looked around her from under her sunglasses. She was surrounded by fans with cheering hands and huge posters hanging horizontally in the air.

This undoubtedly gave Zhao Qianjin the feeling of going deep into the base of her love rival's confidants. She was a little nervous, as she was about to see Leng Qingqing.

Zhao Qianjin came here just to see how Leng Qingqing was doing.

I haven't seen her for a few years, but she is still the same as before, beautiful... or gaudy?

There is no doubt about Lengqing's beauty, but there is a vulgar energy in this woman's bones, and she is full of the smell of copper, which can be smelled ten meters away.

To this day, Zhao Qianjin still can't figure out how Huo Jingsen could marry such a woman.

As the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will be victorious in every battle.

Zhao Qianjin's mind flashed back to the side of Leng Qingqing she saw a few years ago. Although she was tacky and flattering, she was also a rare beauty.

After a moment of hesitation, she took out the lipstick from her bag and unscrewed it, then touched up her makeup in the mirror. The lipstick in her hand was a bright red, which seemed to indicate a certain state of mind.

As Huo Jingsen's childhood sweetheart, since this battle must be fought, she cannot afford to be at a disadvantage.

Zhao Qianjin stared at her face in the small mirror, and applied a little force to her lips to apply red.

Suddenly someone on the left squeezed her shoulder with such force that Zhao Qianjin's whole shoulder hurt.

The bright lipstick smeared from the corner of her mouth to her cheeks, as if there was a gash in the corner of her mouth, and she instantly transformed from the daughter of everyone to the woman with the terrifying slit.

"..." Zhao Qianjin: Damn!

Zhao Qianjin looked to the side angrily, but there were so many people around her that she didn't know who had bumped into her.

The fans suddenly screamed without warning.

"Hengheng! Ahhhh it's coming out!"

"Hengheng, look at auntie!"

"Leng Qingqing, I saw her!"

"She's so beautiful, I'm going to suffocate!"

People around him shouted the names of Huo Yanheng and Leng Qingqing. Zhao Qianjin tried his best to look up, but was pushed around by the crazy crowd.

"Hey, wait, don't squeeze! - You stepped on my foot!!"

Zhao Qianjin's screams of pain were instantly drowned in the screams of thousands of people, falling like raindrops into the sea without even a splash.

Zhao Qianjin, whose sunglasses were squeezed out, half of her face was covered with lipstick marks, and her hair was messy, regretted it.

She was squeezed back and forth by the swarming crowd and stepped on so many feet that she even lost one of her high heels.

A crowd surged behind her again, and they threw her to the ground with irresistible force. In front of and around her were densely packed legs and feet. Zhao Qianjin stretched out her arms with a panicked look on her face.

"Stop crowding!"

No one heard it at all!

Amidst the waves of piercing screams, Zhao Qianjin closed her eyes, used up her last bit of strength, curled up on the ground, and protected her head.

The noisy shouting suddenly stopped.

The restless crowd stopped moving forward, and a path for single-passage was automatically separated at the front of the crowd.

Zhao Qianjin, who closed her eyes tightly, heard the crisp sound of boots on the marble floor, getting closer and closer.

"Da da da……"

The voice seemed to be directed at her... Zhao Qianjin took away her hands and opened her eyes. The first thing that came into her sight was a pair of feet in Martin boots.

Looking up, there is a pair of slender, snow-white legs, a woman's legs.

...it's kind of nice.

"Are you OK?"

A woman's whisper is cold, magnetic, and her voice is charming.

Something strangely familiar.

The embarrassed Zhao Qianjin raised her head in the crowded airport hall and saw an unforgettable face.

"It's you."

It was deserted, she was more beautiful than three years ago, no wonder the fans around her roared loudly.

Leng Qingqing stretched out her hand and held Zhao Qianjin's arm. She seemed slender, but her arms were very strong, and she easily lifted Zhao Qianjin up.

"I don't exclude everyone from picking up the plane, but everyone must pay attention to safety. In case of a stampede accident, lives will be lost."

Leng Qingqing didn't even recognize this young girl with wild hair and only wearing one high-heeled shoe.

She turned her head, frowned, and said to her fans in a serious tone.

So the few big fans who organized the pick-up event stood in the front row and apologized to the amateur who had suffered such a disaster, "Sorry, we didn't mean it, we were just too excited to see Qingqing."

"It's okay, just be careful in the future." Zhao Qianjin calmly pulled her messy hair in front of her face a few times to prevent Leng Qingqing from recognizing herself.

Love is sincere and valuable, but image is even more valuable.

If it is a love rival, both can be thrown away!

Zhao Qianjin's eyes were straight, and she was thinking silently in her heart: I am a beggar, I am a passerby, please don't notice me...

Leng Qingqing took out the wet wipes from her bag, plucked off a piece of green chewing gum stuck to Zhao Qianjin's luxurious dress, and frowned: "I've spent all my money on this outfit. Why don't you add me on WeChat and I'll compensate you."

Although, he still had to try his best to maintain his image as a daughter, Zhao Qianjin raised her head proudly: "Well, it's just a set of clothes, so there's no need to pay for it. Besides, even if you have to pay, it's not you who should pay."

Several big fans looked at each other, and a fan behind him recognized the fashion dress Zhao Qianjin was wearing and couldn't help but gasp.

"What she is wearing is a custom-made model from the C family show. The price starts at seven figures. I saw it on the official website!"

The fans' eyes were as wide as bells.

Seven figures, this is too expensive, they can’t even think about it!

If we really have to pay compensation... several big fans look pale, how many years of salary will it cost!

Leng Qingqing also glanced at the girl's suit. Her next words gave fans reassurance: "I'll add you. Send me your card number."

Several big fans stood behind her, holding each other's hands tightly, their eyes sparkling.

Then they discussed in a low voice and nodded. One of the girls with straight bangs stood up and said with a trembling voice.

"No, no need. At best, we fans can collectively raise the funds, or else we can pay in installments!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, countless fans behind her spoke simultaneously, each of them looking solemn as if they would spend the rest of their lives working for their boss in vain.

"After all, it's our fault, how can we let our idols shoulder the responsibility for us?"

"I am willing to crowdfund! If one person does his or her best, we can always raise money, right!?"

Leng Qingqing had a serious look on her face. Standing in front of the fans, she looked like a general commanding the sergeants. She looked around.

"If you hadn't picked me up at the airport, nothing like this would have happened today. As your idol, I have to be responsible for you."

"Does this make sense..." The fans were filled with tears and moved, and some big fans were so choked up that they could no longer speak.

"The big deal," Leng Qingqing tilted her head and thought for a while, then smiled brightly: "Just think that I have money and no place to spend it."

Besides, she was about to get divorced, and she still had to get a big deal from Huo Jingsen.

This little money is nothing.

After saying that, the phone was handed to the haute couture girl, and she waved it in a hurry.

Zhao Qianjin took out her mobile phone in confusion and was swept away indifferently.

"Thank you," Leng Qingqing smiled and gave a tactical compliment: "You have such a good temper."

Zhao Qianjin felt like her whole body was magical.

She actually said she had a good temper. Could this world be an illusion?

Could it be that Leng Qingqing was snatched away?

No, no, no, she must be showing off her personality in front of her fans.

It must be like this.

Zhao Qianqian shed a drop of cold sweat on his head, but Leng Qingqing, who is obsessed with money, will he go crazy and buy millions of dollars for his fans?

Could it be that she couldn't see the true price of her outfit?

Thinking like this, Zhao Qianjin glanced around and finally saw Huo Yanheng beside Leng Qingqing.

The little boy was carrying a schoolbag, with a pure face, eyes as dark as grapes, and pursed lips, looking at her curiously.

Zhao Qianjin once saw Huo Yanheng in the old house of the Huo family. At that time, Mrs. Huo held the little boy's hand and walked slowly along the corridor under the garden.

There was his shadow between Huo Yanheng's brows and eyes. Zhao Qianjin didn't dare to look more and left in a hurry.

Thinking about it, Huo Yanheng probably had no impression of her.