"A most unexpected welcome," Zhang Chenchen said obsequiously, showing utmost respect to Li Qian.
Li Qian, wearing a sour expression, pointed at Meng Jingwei and addressed Zhang Chenchen, "Is this your store's employee? Disparaging customers, uttering insults, utterly devoid of manners. You must provide an explanation."
Zhang Chenchen had already grasped the gist of the situation and had a general understanding of what had transpired.
He glanced at Meng Jingwei, his brow furrowed deeply, viewing her as a troublemaker, a hot potato.
"No wonder she's so arrogant; she used to be a model."
"And the adopted granddaughter of Old Madam Qing. Likely she tried to climb the social ladder and was kicked off."
"A woman like this is full of schemes. She probably doesn't covet being a granddaughter, but rather becoming Young Master Qing's wife."
"She does have some beauty, the cool, dominant type. Her aura is truly something. She'd be perfect as a model."
"Tsk, like a vixen, only out to catch a rich man."
...
Several sales staff from other stores stood by, whispering amongst themselves, their voices just loud enough for Meng Jingwei to hear clearly.
Zhang Chenchen was enraged, his gaze towards Meng Jingwei conveying a desire to devour her alive.
Then, turning back to Li Qian, he immediately plastered on a smile, "My apologies, Mr. Li, hahaha, this is a new employee, still learning the ropes."
After speaking, he yelled at Meng Jingwei, "Why are you just standing there? Go apologize to Mr. Li immediately!"
Zhang Chenchen had been eyeing Meng Jingwei's beauty, and having just received a payment from the introducer, Sister Liu, today, he felt he would lose face if Meng Jingwei were fired now.
Otherwise, why would Zhang Chenchen have lowered himself to supplicate Li Qian so miserably?
Meng Jingwei knew Li Qian was deliberately targeting her, but this job was extremely important to her.
Even though she was unwilling to apologize, she had to humble herself and admit fault, "Mr. Li is right to admonish me. It was my eyes that were too low. I apologize. Su Meiyi, I'm sorry, it's my lack of vision. I just assumed you were buying the car yourself. Since it's your 'brother' gifting you a car, then he'll surely buy you that supercar worth eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand, after all..."
Meng Jingwei's voice trailed off, "He dotes on you; we all see it."
A subtle form of flattery meant to cause downfall.
Meng Jingwei apologized to Li Qian and Su Meiyi, then praised Li Qian for doting on Su Meiyi. If they later bought a cheaper car, it would only indicate Li Qian's lack of love for Su Meiyi.
Su Meiyi couldn't quite figure out Meng Jingwei's intentions, but she seized the opportunity, "Of course. My brother treats me very well. Cheaper cars wouldn't catch his eye."
Su Meiyi was young and beautiful, and a well-known model.
Being with Li Qian, she naturally had ulterior motives. If he didn't buy the expensive supercar, she wouldn't be interested.
Although Su Meiyi had a grudge against Meng Jingwei, she currently only wanted to benefit from Li Qian. After weighing her options, she set aside her personal grievances with Meng Jingwei and said, "Considering your sincere apology, I'd seem petty if I continued to hold it against you..."
"Absolutely not!"
Li Qian, looking for a reason to escalate, was unwilling to let it go.
He pointed directly at Meng Jingwei's face, "Anyone who looks down on me is looking down on me, Li Qian. You have two choices: either kneel and apologize to me; or slap yourself several times to show your remorse. Otherwise, this matter is not over!"
"According to Mr. Li, as long as I slap myself, you will buy that car and count it towards my sales performance?"
Unexpectedly, Meng Jingwei did not get angry, but instead asked Li Qian,
Her question stunned everyone present.
No one had expected Meng Jingwei to go to such lengths just to sell a car.
"Do you think it's as simple as slapping yourself a few times? I want a video recording of you slapping yourself," Li Qian pressed aggressively.
The onlookers remained silent, content to watch from the sidelines.
Su Meiyi knew Li Qian was deliberately seeking revenge, and by promising to buy the car if Meng Jingwei hit herself, she was delighted by the prospect.
"No problem. How many slaps are enough to satisfy you?" Meng Jingwei calmly inquired.
"When your face is swollen, that's when I'll be satisfied," Li Qian said with a sinister smile.
Meng Jingwei lowered her head, took out her phone, opened the camera, and handed the phone to Zhang Hui, "Could you please record a video for me?"
Zhang Hui took the phone numbly, his jaw agape in surprise.
Su Meiyi, who had an enmity with Meng Jingwei, certainly wouldn't miss such an exciting moment. She immediately took out her phone to record a video, planning to post it on her social media.
She walked to the side, standing next to Zhang Hui, and began recording.
"Mr. Li, it was wrong of me to say that Su Meiyi couldn't afford that eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand Ferrari supercar given her circumstances. I apologize for my short-sightedness and for underestimating you and Su Meiyi. But you said that as long as I slap my face to apologize to you, you would buy the car. That promise must be kept."
Meng Jingwei repeated the words with clear enunciation, a hint of cunning flashing in her clear, bright eyes.
"Hmph, Li Qian stands by his word."
Li Qian adjusted his suit and smiled triumphantly.
He had thought that a little woman like Meng Jingwei would give up after a couple of slaps. But he had underestimated her.
She slightly raised her forehead, raised her hand, and with a sharp *slap*, struck her own face.
Under everyone's gaze, Meng Jingwei truly slapped herself. The sound echoed through the showroom, causing her cheek to turn slightly.
This sight left everyone dumbfounded.
They had seen tough people, but never a woman so ruthless to herself.
Afterward, Meng Jingwei clenched her fist and used her thumb to wipe her mouth. After rubbing it, her thumb was already tinged with blood.
"My goodness, she actually drew blood? She's a tough one."
"Is it really necessary? To sell a car, she's this dedicated?"
"Look at her face, there are already five red finger marks. Oh, it's swelling, it's swelling."
"It really is, her face is actually swelling, that's terrifying."
...
After the slap, Meng Jingwei leisurely took a tissue from her pocket, wiped the blood from her thumb, then looked up, her red lips curved into a faint smile, "Mr. Li, are you satisfied?"
Li Qian considered himself experienced, but this was the first time he had encountered a woman as formidable as Meng Jingwei.
For a moment, he found himself on the back foot.
"I said both cheeks need to be swollen to count," Li Qian said with a condescending smile.
Su Meiyi, enjoying the spectacle, chimed in repeatedly, "Yes, yes, my brother said both cheeks, not just one."
As the store manager, Zhang Chenchen knew Meng Jingwei was being targeted but dared not speak up, allowing the scene to unfold as it was.
"Very well, as Mr. Li wishes."
Meng Jingwei raised her hand, tidying the slightly messy bangs at her forehead, as if the person whose lip had bled from the slap was not herself.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, she fiercely slapped her left cheek again.
The slap was equally forceful, the sound exceptionally loud, causing everyone to hold their breath.
Although Meng Jingwei was hitting herself, she stood with her head held high. Despite her swollen face and bleeding lip, she didn't even frown. Instead, she exuded a sharp aura.