Su Qiao was bent over the desk, slowly sketching clothing designs. She had no time at all to look at any gifts.
Without even turning her head, she said crisply, "No. Tell them to take them back."
Nanny Wu glanced at Wei Hong and the four men behind him, each carrying several gift boxes. "You heard her. Miss doesn't want them."
Wei Hong had been unwilling to deliver the gifts in the first place, so he seized the opportunity to back out. He nodded, turned around, waved his hand, and led the others away.
He had come, after all. Since she had refused them herself, no one could blame him.
Nanny Wu watched his retreating figure and gently closed the door.
After turning and entering the bedroom, she hesitated before reminding her, "Miss, you can ignore Young Master Chu, but you need to think carefully about how to respond to Sister Jin."
Sister Jin valued profit and money above all else.
In the past, when she had been promoting Tang Meina, even after Tang Meina had climbed into the bed of Third Master Zhu, whom Sister Jin had followed for more than a decade, and acted as arrogantly as a peacock in front of her, Sister Jin had barely minded. She had even coaxed and indulged her with gentle words.
But now, Miss had repeatedly rejected a wealthy and influential customer like Young Master Chu. Sister Jin clearly wouldn't be pleased.
Ever since Miss had taken the stage that night, Young Master Chu had sent people over with gifts every day for the past two days.
Clothes, handbags, jewelry, music boxes, pocket watches—he had sent everything imaginable, but Miss had returned it all.
This Young Master Chu, who was said to have a bad temper, seemed to have taken it