Chapter 13 Despise From Mistresses (2/2)

But now, Miao had a gentlewoman’s temperament. She had Chanel's new gown and wore three diamond rings. There were seven or eight platinum chains on her wrist and a small diamond meteor hammer necklace hanging from her neck.

Oh my god, she was really married to a rich man.

I stood up and walked over, and said hello, ”Yo, are you Miao Weiwei? I don't recognize you; you are so beautiful.”

Miao did not answer. She looked around, and said with disdain, ”I thought you had a big business, but it’s such a run-down tattoo room, ah?”

My tattoo studio is really small and run-down, but you aren’t good at talking.

My heart was burning, and I coughed, saying that I had just started my career, and that I could only afford to have such a tattoo room, but my Yin and Yang Tattoo skills were taught to me by a master.

”Is that so? I don't believe it.” Miao Weiwei crossed her hands under her bosom. She didn’t sit down, either. I guessed that she abhorred dirtiness.

I said that my craft was true. If it had no effect, then I would not charge her money.

”Don't take my money? I'm telling you, if it doesn't work, your crappy shop will explode.” Miao gave me a supercilious look.

I smiled, but in fact the fire in my belly was almost bursting.

But for this kind of business, I had to endure. I said to her, “My classmate, we are old classmates; I can’t cheat you. If I say it has effects, it must have effects... Really. Besides, my tattoo craft really is not bad. You can look at some of my tattoo patterns.”

I went rummaged through the studio and found the notebook of tattoo designs I had done for past customers.

I handed the notebook to her, “My classmate, if you don’t believe me, you can see.”

”Oh.” Miao Weiwei looked at my record book with its dirty cover. She had a disdainful look and waved her hand.

I could only turn over the cover for her. If not for my mother’s eight hundred thousand Yuan operation fee, how could I stand this? We are old classmates, so must you really act so excessively?

I opened the notebook and let her have a look.

She looked at it, and her face softened a little. She said, ”Well, I'm going to do it. What kind of pattern do you want to give me?”

In fact, she didn’t have to pick a Yin and Yang embroidered tattoo pattern, because she only needed a ghostly spirit, which was enough to frighten the leopard cat. Therefore, it was OK for her to choose the pattern as she liked. I would add a soul in to the tattoo later, so I casually opened a tattoo design manual and let her pick.

”No need to hurry. I want to ask you, since I have not brought the cat here, how do you know what will happen to me?” She looked at me coldly.