Chapter 750: Murder Is Not a Crime

"How could this be spreading rumors?" Yan Ji said with innocent eyes. "Didn't you say it yourself? I just repeated what you said."

"Sis, I was just angry at you back then and blurted things out. How could you misunderstand me?"

Playing the innocent victim was Yan Jiaojiao's specialty. After all, she had been practicing this skill since childhood and was very good at it. Ten-year-old Yan Ji didn't know how many times he had suffered because of it.

Thinking back on those bloody and gloomy pasts, Yan Ji's heart churned with a surge of uncontrollable rage. She walked closer to her, a smile spreading wildly across her face: "Yeah, I hate you. So my dear sister, you have to be careful. Who knows, maybe one day when I'm in a bad mood, I might just kill you for fun."

She tilted her head slightly, her expression innocent, but her words were wickedly playful: "There's one more thing you should know. Murder is legal for me."

Yan Jiaojiao had already been terrified by her crazed appearance. Hearing the last sentence, she suddenly felt fearless and met her gaze with a mocking expression: "I think you've been brainwashed by those mindless thrillers. How could anyone murder without facing legal consequences, unless..."

Her voice cut off, her mocking expression gradually replaced by terror and disbelief.

Yan Ji nodded with a happy expression, confirming her guess: "Yes, it's just as you thought."

Yán Jiǎojiǎo took a step back, creating some distance between them. "Does Chén Yège know?"

"I don't know, but you can tell him I won't be angry."

Yan Jiaojiao was about to leave immediately, it seemed she couldn't wait to report. Yan Ji called out to her: "You can leave, but leave your things behind."

"What is it?"

"A voice recorder."

A flash of unnaturalness crossed Yan Jiaojiao's face, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"That teary-eyed expression you just had, wasn't that for my benefit?" Yan Ji's face went from smiling to serious in a flash, faster than any Sichuan opera face change. "Xiao Bai, strip her."

Xiaobai was the only employee in her shop. She was mainly responsible for registering visitor information, following up later, and helping out with tasks. At this moment, she was standing aside watching the excitement when she was suddenly called out. She was taken aback for a moment: "Sister Yan, why don't you be a little gentler? Our studio has already offended enough people, if we keep going like this, I estimate it won't be long before we have to close."

Although their shop is small and they are not wealthy, their prices are not cheap at all. This is mainly because the raw materials for high-end dresses are too expensive. Those who can afford them are from well-off families. In that circle, Erjian's reputation is simply notorious, which has made their already difficult entrepreneurial path even worse.

Yan Ji gave her a reassuring smile: "It's okay, this lady is just a bit gloomy. Even if you knelt down every day to wash her feet and massage her legs, she wouldn't care about our business. Just imagine her as the third party who stole your boyfriend, then you can get through it."

Xiaobai:“……”

Is this how it's calculated?

"Then I'm really in trouble, what if she calls the police and arrests me?"

"You turned off the surveillance and said she was here to try on dresses. After you provided the service, she found it too expensive and refused to pay."

"...Our store does not charge for helping you take off your clothes."

"Then let's add it."

When Yan Jiaojiao saw the two of them discussing in private, seemingly oblivious to her presence, she forcefully tore off her clothes. She was furious at how they'd escaped police scrutiny. Her veins bulged with anger, but she knew all too well that Yan Ji wasn't bluffing. He would actually do this: "Here."

She pulled out a voice recorder and angrily smashed it at her.

Xiao Bai picked up the pen and sure enough, she heard their conversation from earlier. She pouted and rolled her eyes, "Sister Yan, your younger sister is truly a magnificent white lotus. If an outsider heard this, they wouldn't know how to take it out of context."

Both what is said and what is left unsaid are speaking up for Yanji.

"Take care of it."

Yanji didn't care about these things. She had never thought about fitting into that hypocritical circle that made her want to vomit, and she couldn't learn Yanjiaojiao's skill of being charming on all sides.

The upper class circles not only value family background but also require depth and sophistication. Although Yanji is the biological daughter of the Yan family, she is presented to the outside world as an adopted daughter. She was only brought from a poor and remote village into their midst halfway through her life. In the eyes of these young masters and ladies, she is like a nouveau riche who suddenly appeared, crude, vulgar, and reeking of rusticity.

She was their plaything, something they could abuse and mock at will.

Although Yan Jiaojiao is also a foster daughter, unlike Yan Ji, she was raised in the Yan family from a young age, so she was easily accepted.

After giving instructions to Xiao Bai, Yan Ji went busy with her work. When she was not busy, she would retreat to her office to research fashion shows from both domestic and international sources.

Apart from that morning incident, the day went by quite normally. After work, Yanji called out to Xiaobai, “Let’s have a dinner gathering.”

Their studio is small, but it has all the necessary benefits, such as a company gathering once a month.

Xiaobai: "Why don't we wait for Shengjie to come back before getting together?"

The two companies' dinner party, they didn't dare to think deeply, once thought it felt even more desolate.

Yan Ji said, "No need, she won't be back until next month. What do you want to eat?"

Xiaobai thought for a moment: "Would Western food work? Let's choose an affordable one. I checked on the app before, and there are some that are about the same price as Chinese food. I've never tried it before, so I want to give it a taste."

Fearing a disagreement, her last sentence came out cautiously. After speaking, she gave a bashful smile.

"Alright."

The address was her choice, and as soon as they stepped into the restaurant, Xiaobai was stunned by the decor. She gaped, managing to squeeze out a sentence: "Sister Yan, sister, this place looks really high-end, wouldn't it exceed our budget?"

She grabbed hold of Yan Ji, unwilling to take another step forward.

She imagined fine dining as bustling restaurants in Wanda Plaza, but this one, though not crowded, had men and women dressed to the nines. They were clearly not the type with budgets under four figures: "Perhaps we shouldn't eat here. We can just stand at the entrance and smell the food. That counts as having eaten, right? This meal could cover several days' worth of expenses for our studio."

"Pfft," a woman's soft chuckle came from behind, "Destitute like this and you still dare to come in? No wonder the air is tainted with the stench of cheap poverty."

She shrieked, "Waiter! Did your boss hire you all to shirk and slack off? For heaven's sake, anyone can just waltz in here now. Are those rules they have posted up there just for show?"

Yan Ji turned his head and immediately saw Gu Chenye standing behind him. The woman beside him had a look of shock and bewilderment on her face, the words she just spoke were from her mouth.

She smirked at the two of them, her voice as sweet as orchid: "Husband."

I forgot to go back home to pay respects to my ancestors during Qingming Festival, so I only updated once yesterday. I will make up for it.