"Goodbye—" Lu Wei waved as well, and then the deep black car window slowly rose, blocking everything inside.
Qiqi turned around and saw another dark cloud hovering over Rong Yi's head—this time, it was exceptionally large! She couldn't be bothered to deal with him. Hmph! You domineering, deadly demon man, whatever!
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Back home, Qiqi faced a closet full of clothes and regretted her impulsiveness. What was she thinking? She was just a broke student—her wardrobe consisted of T-shirts and jeans, with a few decent dresses that were still casual styles, fine for a barbecue but not for a masquerade ball!
With no other choice, she grabbed the phone and dialed. "Hey, Zhuang Ruotong, can I borrow some clothes from you..."
As soon as Zhuang Ruotong heard she was going to a high-society masquerade ball, she got as excited as if she'd been injected with adrenaline. Soon, a red Ferrari roared to a stop at the entrance of the courtyard house.
"Lu Wei? He's the eldest son of the Lu Group, an heir worth billions..." Zhuang Ruotong could recite the pedigrees of wealthy families backward and forward. She pinched her own thigh and pressed, "Tell me, how exactly did you hook up with him?"
Qiqi made a bitter face. "Hook up? He's my senior, okay! And he just invited me as his dance partner—it's nothing like what you're imagining! Hurry up and help me figure out what to wear tonight!"
"Wait here!" Zhuang Ruotong got up and returned to her car, hauling out an oversized suitcase—big enough to be a mahjong table! She opened it triumphantly and showed it off to Qiqi. "As soon as I heard you were going to a ball, I brought all my stuff over! Tell me, what look do you want? Seductive and alluring? Wild and unrestrained? Innocent and cute? Or mature and steady... Hmm, Lu Wei is a doctor, so I bet he'd love a sweet and gentle nurse! How about I dress you up as a cute and sexy little nurse?"
"Enough!" Gu Qiqi threw a piece of lingerie back at Zhuang Ruotong's face, laughing and crying at the same time. "You pervert! This is a birthday ball, not an underwear party!"
Zhuang Ruotong chuckled and shoved the lingerie to the bottom of the suitcase, muttering, "Wrong one, wrong one—that's my sister's clothes." She dug through the suitcase frantically and finally pulled out a little black dress and a pair of high heels Qiqi had never tried before, presenting them like treasures. "We're about the same height, so this should fit you perfectly! But compared to my curvy S-shaped figure, you're still a little lacking... This dress is simple in style, classic in color, elegant and dignified yet playful—perfect for a girl like you, the delicate type!"
"Pfft! If you want to call yourself a refined lady, just say it! No need to beat around the bush!"
Qiqi drew the curtains to try on the clothes. Who said her figure was bad? Once she slipped into that well-made little dress, she was a perfect S-shape too—though Zhuang Ruotong was a big S, she was a small S... But she had a smaller waist and especially fair skin, so the dress looked sexy and alluring on Zhuang Ruotong, but on Qiqi, it was like a lotus blooming from clear water...
When she stepped into the stiletto heels and stood before the mirror, Zhuang Ruotong dramatically clasped her hands over her chest and shrieked, "Wow! Beauty! When did you develop so well, and you didn't even tell me..."
Qiqi's forehead was covered in black lines. "Hey, what do you think?"
Zhuang Ruotong flopped dramatically at her feet. "To die under high heels is to die a romantic death..."