After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

The blond-haired man and the tattooed man continued to berate Zhang Xue, one after the other.

The blond guy said, "Your sister falsely accused our brother of stalking her at the KTV," while the tattooed man said, "Last time at the amusement park restaurant you said we were shady characters."

Zhang Xue's artificial smile has almost completely crumbled.

Just then, a voice came from deep within the exhibition hall.

"Hey, isn't this my cousin?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it had extremely strong penetrating power.

That kind of charming sound, with nasal resonance and a soft, sweet ending to every word.

The blond guy stopped outputting, the tattooed man turned his head, the tattooed leg man looked up from the small mirror, and even Wangcai perked up its ears from its space capsule cat carrier.

At the far end of the exhibition hall, a young woman was walking towards them.

She was wearing a sharply tailored black business suit, the waist of the blazer was extremely narrow, and the buttons of the white shirt were pulled tight—the pressure under the shirt exceeded the designer's expectations.

With each step she took, the gaps between the buttons would open and close gently in rhythm with her body, giving the illusion that they might burst open at any moment.

The lower body is a bodycon pencil skirt, the length of which is just above the knee.

The hem of her skirt enveloped her gait, each step outlining a smooth yet dangerous curve in her hips.

A pair of beautiful legs covered in extremely thin black stockings extended from under the skirt, the ankles so slender they looked as if they had been carved with a knife, and she wore a pair of black pointed high heels, the heels making a crisp and even sound on the marble floor.

Her hair was a deep chestnut brown, large, wavy style that cascaded over her shoulders, the ends bouncing gently with each step.

Her makeup was just right – her eyebrows were slightly arched, her eyeliner was drawn a little longer than usual, and her lips were a cool-toned mauve.

She walked up to Zhang Xue and stood next to her. She was half a head taller than Zhang Xue, and with the added height of her high heels, her presence completely overshadowed Zhang Xue.

"Cousin, this gentleman is here to look at furniture, right? Why don't you invite him to sit down and chat?"

She was looking at Lin Ye when she spoke.

A slight smile played at the corners of her mouth—just enough to draw attention to the shape of her lips;

"Bai Jie, this is the first client I served."

Zhang Xue's voice turned cold, and her tone carried a wariness that Huang Mao and the others had never heard before.

Bai Jie has been the store's top sales performer for three consecutive quarters.

Her sales performance was at least three times higher than Zhang Xue's, her customer return rate was the highest in the store, and her sales skills were used as a case study in the new employee training manual.

Moreover, she is Zhang Xue's cousin—her biological cousin.

Bai Jie ignored Zhang Xue.

She simply turned her head to the side, looking at Zhang Xue with an extremely innocent and confused expression, her voice soft and sincere.

"Cousin, I've been watching you talk for so long, but the person doesn't seem really interested in buying. Why don't you go take a break first, and let me try it on?"

Zhang Xue's fingernails dug into her palm.

She hadn't even blushed when the blond guy and the tattooed man took turns humiliating her, but her eyes welled up with tears when Bai Jie said those words.

Because others may not know, but she knows best—Bai Jie's innocence and confusion are fake.

This cousin, who is two years younger than her, has been good at using her face to deceive people since she was a child. When she was a child, she tricked her out of her pocket money; when she was in school, she tricked her out of her study materials; and when she started working, she tricked her out of her client resources.

It's always the same formula—first feign innocence, then act enthusiastic, and by the time she realizes what's happening, the client has already signed Bai Jie's order.

And there was nothing she could do, because Bai Jie's tone of voice never made it seem like she was trying to take something from her—she was just "helping," "trying it out for her cousin," and "seeing that the other person didn't seem to really want to buy it."

For example, right now.

Bai Jie stopped looking at her, turned her body slightly towards Lin Ye, clasped her hands naturally in front of her, and bowed slightly. It was a very standard bow, but not stiff one.

"Sir, I'm Bai Jie, our sales consultant. You have excellent taste. This full-grain leather sofa is our flagship model this year. Would you like to sit down and experience the leather for yourself? We also have freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee; you can chat while you drink."

When she said "sit down," she took a small step forward, which moved her from next to Zhang Xue to directly in front of Lin Ye, blocking Zhang Xue behind her.

The movements were fluid and natural.

The tattooed man took the cigarette out of his mouth and whispered to the tattooed woman next to him, "This one's more troublesome than the other."

Hua Tui didn't say anything, but simply closed the small mirror and put it back in his pocket, his brows furrowing slightly.

Bai Jie maintained her smile.

Zhang Xue clenched her fists behind her, her nails digging into her palms, and her lips trembling.

Her dignity was crushed by the blond guy and the tattooed man just now, and now it's being crushed by her own cousin. The two ways of crushing it are different.

Bai Jie clearly didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

She simply tilted her head, looking at Lin Ye with an extremely innocent and confused expression, the curve of her lips still perfectly positioned.

"Sir, my cousin said you're Zhang Qian's ex-boyfriend. So, we're kind of destined to meet. Come to our store to look at furniture, and I'm sure I can give you a satisfactory solution."

The person with the tattooed arm next to him let out a very restrained "tsk".

The blond-haired man took the chewing gum out of his mouth, wrapped it in a tissue, and then looked up at Lin Ye, his deep brown pupils filled with "Brother, you better not be fooled by this woman."

Qi Liuhai didn't say anything, but tightened his grip on Wangcai a little.

The cat squirmed uncomfortably in her arms.

Bai Jie maintained that perfectly timed smile, still looked at him with her beautiful peach blossom eyes from under her eyelashes, and still tilted her head slightly.

She probably thought this trick would work on any man.

But Lin Ye simply took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked off non-existent ash.

He looked at the woman in front of him, who was covered in perfume, and then at Zhang Xue behind her, who was completely hidden by her, with red eyes and nails digging into her palms.

The corners of her mouth slowly curved upwards.

Bai Jie caught the curve of his lips and mistook it for a sign that he was attracted to her, so she added fuel to the fire.

She leaned forward slightly, the collar of her white shirt drooping a little under gravity, and her collarbone chain slipped out from under the collar, the pendant being a tiny ruby ​​that flashed briefly under the spotlight.

Her voice was lower, softer, and more lingering than before.

"Sir, what are you still hesitating about?"

Lin Ye put the cigarette back in his mouth and looked down at her.

"I'm wondering—how many men have you used this line on?"