The person speaking was none other than Qin Baihe, who had left in a fit of rage some time ago. She wore a lake-blue floor-length gown made of smooth, delicate fabric that did not look cheap at all. Her hair was styled in a dignified bun, adorned with several golden hairpins and beaded flowers. The pins were exquisitely crafted, inlaid with gemstones and pearls that sparkled brilliantly. The jade bracelet on her wrist was equally fine—warm, translucent, and an emerald green that complemented her fair skin perfectly. She held a round fan embroidered with Mudan, waving it gently as she spoke, giving her the poised, elegant air of a noble lady.
To a stranger, she might well have been a lady of high standing. However, those who knew her were aware that this was merely a facade she had meticulously constructed to conceal her background as a courtesan.
This couldn't help but remind Wu Weiwei of a former colleague from her days on the plane. That woman was beautiful, had a great figure, and possessed a face that could bewitch any man. Yet, through small, inadvertent details, Wu Weiwei had learned she had actually come from the red-light districts of Guancheng. After a wealthy businessman she had been "kept" by grew tired of her and gave her a sum of money, she used it to completely reinvent herself, even undergoing surgery to reconstruct her past. She had spent a year studying at a business school and successfully secured a position as a flight attendant. By the time Wu Weiwei’s p…
Chapter 115