Chapter 2150: Let Me Tell You

Even the reporters’ cameras took a while before they locked onto her.

Rose sneered, “What, not hiding behind a man anymore?”

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled softly and smiled, “I never needed to hide behind him. Want an explanation? I’ll give you one.”

“You?” Rose raised an eyebrow, critically eyeing Nan Jiaojiao up and down, intending to overpower her with her presence. Yet, Nan Jiaojiao remained calm and indifferent, her gaze never wavering.

Like she truly had everything under control.

How could that possibly be?

Rose deliberately provoked her, “Little girl, you’re not old enough. To design the jewelry I created would need at least ten years of expertise. Don’t think that just because you found someone to copy a bit for you, it’s really yours. Everyone here knows the field, don’t use your rehearsed lines to fool anyone; you’ll easily be exposed, and it could hurt your reputation.”

The moment those words fell, the place erupted in laughter.

Only out of regard for Pei Dongshi, they didn’t get too audacious, but their appetite for drama was fully whetted.

If it were ordinary people facing such a scene, they wouldn’t even dare to speak. Just standing there would take courage.

However, Nan Jiaojiao waited until everyone had laughed enough, the laughter was fading, and Rose’s arrogant look of folded-arm superiority was about to falter, then she leisurely spoke.

“Have you counted how many pieces of jewelry there are?”

“Of course I have!” Rose’s eyes widened, “A pair of earrings, a pair of bracelets, a pair of hairpins, a pair of rings, and two necklaces. I know my work inside and out, what kind of question is this?”

“Do you know the theme?” Nan Jiaojiao asked again.

Though Rose didn’t know what her intention was, she told her anyway, letting the rookie take a lesson.

“Naturally, since it’s the new national style, it’s primarily based on ink and wash landscapes, integrated with seasonal features, and inspired by the Twelve Flower Gods. I devoted myself for six months to crafting this piece.”

“What paintings?”

Rose furrowed her brows and named a few ancient artists whose names were universally recognized at first mention.

Nan Jiaojiao scoffed, “Well researched, pity though. Those are not ordinary ink and wash landscapes. The artists are still alive, none of those paintings belong to the ancestors. That artist is still alive collecting royalties. It’s rather unkind of you to count him as long dead.”

“Wha-what…”

Rose was momentarily flustered, exposing a flaw. With so many people watching, her mind was yet to wrap around it, instinctively she couldn’t let Nan Jiaojiao lead the rhythm astray, sharply retorting, “What do you know! What could you know about ancient paintings, stop talking nonsense here!”

“Who is talking nonsense, who is seeking fame, and who is using faulty logic, claiming you’re a designer yet can’t even state the theme and intention of your own work? Ms. Rose, can you explain that?”

“You… you…”

“How about I tell you what each of these twelve pieces of jewelry and twelve outfits correspond to, would you like that?” Nan Jiaojiao never raised her tone, not even a hint of anger showing in her expression, her speech was calm and collected, yet every word pierced Rose’s ears sharply.

The ominous feeling grew stronger.

Rose’s heart started to pound, she looked towards Qin Qing, yet the latter hadn’t noticed her, but was focusing on Pei Dongshi, not even glancing aside.

Since she didn’t speak up, no surprises should emerge. It was Qin Qing who proactively sought collaboration with her, naturally prepared for all kinds of unforeseen situations.

Thinking of this, Rose temporarily steadied her mind, “Fine, I’d like to hear what flowers you can name.”