128: Zheng Qinghan: Let’s cooperate

Zheng Qinghan was already exceptionally beautiful, and with years of dance practice, her figure was also perfectly maintained.

Now, with a full outfit of designer brands, she looked incredibly radiant and stunning.

Her tall and well-proportioned figure, accentuated by the carefully designed clothing, appeared even more graceful; the low-cut top revealed her slender, elegant neck and a glimpse of her delicate collarbones, while below her shorts, a pair of long, straight, dazzlingly white legs ended in small leather boots that encased her petite feet with a beautiful curve.

Her clear and pretty face was adorned with large sunglasses, concealing her bright eyes but adding a mysterious, even colder, aura to her appearance.

Not to mention her colleagues' discussions, just stepping out in this outfit made Zheng Qinghan feel more confident.

That one time, Zhang Bo gave her two hundred thousand!

Zheng Qinghan had never had so much money, so that day in the car, she was extremely diligent.

And the next day, she even proactively contacted Zhang Bo, and once again, it was in the car.

After that, Zheng Qinghan proactively invited Zhang Bo, and after not receiving a response, she chose to go shopping.

With the two hundred thousand in her possession, she bought everything she had once admired but dared not purchase.

The two hundred thousand was almost entirely spent.

This one outfit alone cost over a hundred thousand!

This morning, Zheng Qinghan sent Zhang Bo another message, wanting to ask him out.

It wasn't because her money was gone and she wanted to please Zhang Bo for more.

One hundred thousand a month was not a small sum!

Zheng Qinghan just wanted to please Zhang Bo, serve her sugar daddy well, so she could continue to receive one hundred thousand every month.

But Zhang Bo still didn't respond.

Zheng Qinghan didn't bother Zhang Bo excessively, because she knew that a man like Zhang Bo surely had many women.

Her proactively expressing her feelings was enough; whether Zhang Bo wanted her or not depended on his own interest.

Her sugar daddy temporarily had no interest, and her money was almost spent.

Zheng Qinghan had nothing to do.

After much thought, she decided to come to work.

She had been teaching dance for several years now, teaching part-time for two years during university and for another two years after graduation.

She still had feelings for this job.

Of course, besides her affection for the job, there was another important reason why she came to work.

That was, she bought so many expensive things, and people needed to see them.

Strolling on the street, many people didn't recognize these designer brands.

And... Zheng Qinghan felt that the envy, jealousy, and hatred from strangers weren't as satisfying.

So, it was better to continue working.

Only when these colleagues and acquaintances showed expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred did she feel truly pleased.

As expected, today, as soon as she entered the company, all her colleagues looked at her designer outfit and showed expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Zheng Qinghan felt these expressions and gazes, and her whole being became elated.

Why did she want to find a rich man?

Wasn't it for this exact reason?

Wearing sunglasses, carrying a small bag, and dressed in designer brands, Zheng Qinghan walked through the admiring glances and discussions of her colleagues to the school's changing room.

The teachers at Jin Xing Dance School were all discussing how Zheng Qinghan must have snatched Wen Qian's sugar daddy to afford so many designer brands.

And since neither Wen Qian nor Zheng Qinghan had been to work for the past two days, they must have been competing for favor with the sugar daddy.

Since Wen Qian was still dressed so plainly, while Zheng Qinghan was dressed so brightly and dazzlingly, Zheng Qinghan must be the ultimate winner.

However, the elaborate drama her colleagues imagined did not exist at all.

Moreover, Zheng Qinghan didn't consider Wen Qian an enemy.

Or rather, before she found a rich man, she did consider Wen Qian an enemy.

But after successfully becoming Zhang Bo's woman, she no longer saw Wen Qian as an enemy.

On the contrary, Zheng Qinghan hoped to develop her relationship with Wen Qian.

So, after entering the changing room and seeing Wen Qian, who had just taken off her original clothes and was only wearing her undergarments, she proactively walked over.

"Teacher Wen, hello."

Zheng Qinghan spoke, sizing up Wen Qian.

A tall, slender figure, fair skin, and firm, delicate skin.

Wen Qian was a few years older than her, but her skin's luster, delicacy, and firmness were no worse than hers.

People who exercise regularly naturally age slower.

It was not strange that Wen Qian, who danced all year round, was in good physical condition.

"...Teacher Zheng?"

Seeing Zheng Qinghan, Wen Qian was a little surprised.

She knew that Zheng Qinghan was also Zhang Bo's woman, and this woman had even made the first move.

If one were to be precise, Zhang Bo came to find her that day, but Zheng Qinghan proactively made a move, completely snatching from her grasp and showing her no respect.

But Wen Qian wasn't angry about it.

She didn't care much about such things.

As long as Zhang Bo liked Zheng Qinghan, she would have no complaints.

So, facing Zheng Qinghan's proactive greeting, she didn't show hostility, though her attitude wasn't overly warm either; she simply asked flatly, "Is there something you need?"

"Teacher Wen, are you also the boss's woman?" Zheng Qinghan asked, a little confused.

Mainly because Wen Qian's attire was too plain.

Zhang Bo gave one hundred thousand yuan a month.

With that money, even if one was relatively frugal and didn't buy various designer brands, they surely wouldn't still wear old clothes, would they?

Besides, she came to work because she bought designer brands and wanted to show off in front of her colleagues.

And Wen Qian, who could get one hundred thousand monthly, didn't seem to have any intention of buying designer brands to show off, so why was she coming to work?

Thus, Zheng Qinghan had this question and asked it directly.

Wen Qian paused again upon hearing the question but still nodded, "Yes."

"Then you..." Now it was Zheng Qinghan's turn to be stunned; she asked, puzzled, "Why are you still coming to work?"

"I wanted to come to work, so I came," Wen Qian said indifferently.

"Ah?" Zheng Qinghan was baffled by this answer.

"Why are you still coming to work?" Wen Qian asked.

"I..." Zheng Qinghan regained her composure and admitted honestly, "Look at me, I bought so many things, someone has to see them, right?"

The value of designer brands has never been about design or quality, but about their own reputation.

In short, as long as you wear this item, others can instantly tell you are rich.

Items that can achieve this effect are designer brands.

"You... are quite honest." Wen Qian was also taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

"Between us, there's no need to hide anything," Zheng Qinghan said.

"...Mm." Wen Qian nodded, saying nothing.

Indeed, both of them were mistresses; there was no need to be secretive.

So, after nodding, Wen Qian proactively asked, "Then, what exactly do you want from me?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Qinghan chuckled and said, "I just think we can cooperate!"