Chapter 98: Afraid You Can't Afford It

Pei Dongshi coldly refused, “Sweetheart doesn’t take orders.”

Ye Xinyu naturally knew.

Sweetheart’s great fame, even though she had never shown her true face, was highly sought after in the socialites’ circle.

Each season, she designed no more than five garments, not for sale, but for auction, donating all proceeds to children in impoverished mountainous areas.

Because of this, even if it was just for show or for a good reputation, an item designed by Sweetheart could fetch astronomical prices at auction.

“Aren’t there exceptions to everything?”

Ye Xinyu, relying on their slight acquaintance from several international banquets, brazenly made her request, “If she would consider, I would accept any price.”

Pei Dongshi said coldly, “I’m afraid you couldn’t afford it.”

Ye Xinyu’s smile stiffened, and her hand gripping the handle of the cup tightened momentarily.

She couldn’t help but take another look at Pei Dongshi.

In her memory, Pei Dongshi was always a distinguished gentleman, constantly wearing a gentle, soft smile; this was the first time he had a stern face, each expression seemingly ordering her to leave.

Ye Xinyu pushed back her hair behind her ear, murmured, “How about this, when I came up earlier, I saw two dresses designed by Sweetheart, displayed as non-sale items in the cabinet.

Sell them to me, and I won’t bother Sweetheart about a custom order, how about that?”

Pei Dongshi smiled coldly, “Miss Ye, I’ve said it, Sweetheart doesn’t take orders.

Even if they are non-sale items, whatever price you offer won’t tempt me.

Pei’s doesn’t lack that bit of money.

If you want Sweetheart’s design, you might as well try your luck at the auction.”

Ye Xinyu’s face completely froze.

She had been very restrained and polite; why did Pei Dongshi harbor such inexplicable hostility towards her, when they had previously gotten along quite well?

“If that’s the case, then I am imposing.”

Ye Xinyu set down her cup, her face cold, her features expressionless, which made her look even more sever.

“Miss Ye, take your belongings.”

Pei Dongshi’s gaze indicated the sofa.

Ye Xinyu, embarrassed, walked over to pick up her bag.

When she took off her scarf, she deliberately threw it on Nan Jiaojiao, pretending it had fallen to the carpet.

As she bent to pick it up, she looked up, her angle facing directly Nan Jiaojiao’s knees.

“Aren’t you leaving yet?”

Nan Jiaojiao curled her lips, her smile ambiguous, “President Pei hasn’t asked me to leave.”

Ye Xinyu pursed her lips tightly, shot her a hateful look, not wanting to tarnish her image further in front of Pei Dongshi, thinking she would settle the score with Nan Jiaojiao later, but just as she reached the door, she heard a “thump” from behind.

The cup she had been handling was thrown by Pei Dongshi into the trash can.

Ye Xinyu winced, that cup was worth seven figures.

“Miss Ye, I welcome you as a guest, but next time, find the specific designer and go directly to that designer’s office; I don’t take orders either.

My office, you should just stay out, and also refrain from touching things at will.”

Pei Dongshi picked up the stack of resumes and threw them into the trash can as well.

“There might have been people Pei’s needed in there, too bad.”

Since she, Ye Xinyu, had touched them, he preferred to just throw them away, dismissing a whole pile of people.

What did he mean?

Did he think her hands were too long, or that she was dirty?

Ye Xinyu could no longer stay, her face flushed as she said, “Excuse me.”

The sound of the door closing was heavy.

Pei Dongshi’s expression turned colder, he walked over to the coffee table, threw away all the pastries on it, pressed the intercom to call Qiao Shan in to clean up, and also take away the orange juice Nan Jiaojiao had only taken two sips from.

He took out the milk tea from the paper bag, grabbed Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, and put it in her hands, held by her.

“Made as you were leaving the shop, it’s hot, two sugars, drink up.”