"Miss Qiao, how could you be so careless? Can't you watch where you're going and not bump into me? Now look, your clothes are dirty."
Ye Zhimeng held her glass of red wine and looked at her with a giggly smile.
She immediately played the victim, shirking responsibility.
Leading others to believe it was Qiao Xi's own fault.
"Miss Qiao, I just got back from abroad and I've heard quite a few rumors about you. I heard your background isn't very good, that you grew up in the countryside. You must rarely attend these kinds of events, so it's no wonder you'd make a fool of yourself. Luckily, I'm broad-minded and won't hold it against you."
Ye Zhimeng knew how to play these little tricks very well.
Qiao Xi took a tissue from her bag and wiped the wine stains on her clothes, but the red wine marks were difficult to remove.
Stains dotted the new cheongsam, looking unsightly.