novelraw Chapter 491 - 465: Do You Admit Defeat?
Chapter 491 - 465: Do You Admit Defeat?
"Qian, why are you dressed like this? Are you going to meet someone?"
Shi Touyu walked around Qian, circling her.
Qian looked down and examined her clothes, "Is there a problem?"
"You give off such a powerful vibe, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone wear white like this, cold and distant. Just looking at you makes me feel tense."
Qian patted Shi Touyu’s shoulder, "As expected from an art student, you hit the mark with that feeling."
She was precisely aiming to create a strong aura to put pressure on her aunt, as she was about to confront her.
"It’s so strange, in my first year, I often wore white robes in the dormitory, but it didn’t give off the same feeling as you," Shi Touyu said puzzledly.
Qian was wearing a new white trench coat from Only, paired with a matching delicate shirt, white wide-leg suit pants that flowed slightly, 8cm high heels, hair casually down, and tea-colored sunglasses. Standing there, she was not only elegantly beautiful but also exuded a strong professional aura. Even a casual sweep of her hair could bring a different feeling.
"You feel pressured because you’re feeling the tension about your and your brother’s matter recently. Different colors can provide psychological cues to people with different moods; white has a cold feeling that can cause pressure, while red induces anxiety and irritation. Today, I spared her by not wearing red."
Psychologists also studied color coordination extensively; Qian knew how to pair them for the best effect.
"I feel that people with a poor figure wearing white not only fail to exert pressure but seem bloated. I’ve gained 3 pounds recently, but I figured my Qiao Zhen brother wouldn’t mind me gaining weight, he’s not a shallow guy."
Shi Touyu’s attention only focused on Qian’s figure, thinking how great Qian’s figure was, her waist particularly slim.
Due to the rapidly advancing relationship with Qiao Zhen, she was in a great mood and indulged in snacks, all taking a toll on her figure, fat comes like a mountain but leaves like a thread.
"Don’t find excuses for your binge eating, girls should be a bit ruthless with themselves, wear the most expensive clothes you can afford and keep your figure in the most perfect condition. Loving someone starts with looks and stays with character; if your brother looked like a two-bit performer, would you still like him? Similarly, if you weighed 200 pounds, how loyal could he remain to you?"
"Ah! You’re so sharp-tongued!" Shi Touyu was dealt a heavy blow.
The thought of that scenario was chilling.
Qian patted Shi Touyu’s shoulder and looked meaningfully at the chicken leg Shi Touyu placed on the bed, shaking her head.
"From a psychological perspective, judging by appearance is absolutely scientific. Your image reflects respect for yourself and others; as women, living exquisitely is also a respect to life’s attitude."
After Qian left, Shi Touyu still stood in place, looking into the hotel mirror, pinching her flat tummy.
"Treating the fat on the belly as milk? This is too overwhelming, Qian is too ruthless..."
When she decided to stash away the chicken leg and diet for weight loss, she suddenly realized one thing, she hadn’t asked who Qian was going to meet at all.
Speaking of Qian, recently she seems to have become more domineering and cool, ever since Yu Minglang came and left, Qian has become increasingly composed and capable.
Qian’s heart has settled considerably, less restless and more confident, alongside the stable relationship with Yu Minglang, interactions with Mr. Liu have brought her different perceptions and breakthroughs regarding her professional mission, making her more invigorated.
Some matters have been troubling, finding a breakthrough gives you immense motivation, and Qian’s aunt happened to bump into Qian during her peak motivated moment.
Consider her unlucky.
Following the address provided by Zheng Xu, Qian arrived at the hotel where her aunt was staying. Her aunt was visibly shocked upon seeing Qian open the door dressed in sleepwear.
"Why is it you?"
"Yes, it’s me."
Qian pushed past her aunt, walking into the hotel like a queen, casually sitting on the sofa, her fluid movements enraged her aunt.
"You uncultured lass! Did I allow you to come in?! How did your mother raise you, a child from a poor background without manners," her aunt scornfully gazed at Qian.
Qian was entirely unaffected, raising her head proudly.
"You, a supposed elite with such mannerisms, aren’t much to boast about, the things you’ve been mucking up behind my back didn’t get my permission either, did they?"
"You!" Her aunt did not expect Qian to dare challenge her head-on, nor did she expect Qian to openly lay her cards on the table.
Thinking about her son still undergoing rescue, her heart agitated, her aunt wanted to go over but her uncle disagreed, so all her pent-up anger was directed at Qian, her words were not polite, scornfully gazing at Qian as she spoke arrogantly.
"I pried on you, just wait to be expelled! I’ve put up with you long enough; your appearance has caused so many issues in my once peaceful family, this is your retribution!"
"When I was five, I really liked Baimei Hero, hoping I’d one day be like a hero and uphold justice."
Qian replied irrelevantly, leaving her aunt perplexed.
"Why are you telling me this?"
They were having a proper conversation, why suddenly talk about childhood aspirations?
"I mean, people always think of many good things, everyone has wishes, but the world never runs according to our desires because you are not God, and you don’t have the right to decide others’ fates. Your delusion to put ’retribution’ on me is just like my childhood wishful thinking to be Baimei Hero; however, I was so naïve at five, but you’re quite old, why still so brainless?"
"You!" Her aunt pointed at Qian angrily, saying nothing for a long while.
Qian sneered contemptuously, "Your childishness, your immaturity, your wishful thinking drive you to disturb others to reach your goals, ultimately leaving you with nothing but self-inflicted consequences. Yet you not only fail to reflect but also contemplate targeting someone smarter and with tougher backing than you, do you know what this is called? Inviting humiliation."
"You insolent woman! What gives you the right to talk to me like this!" Her aunt had been pampered all her life, never before had anyone dared speak to her this way.
"Simply because I’m more mature than you, smarter than you, more supported than you. Do you accept when I say this?"