Chapter 108: Come Bow and Call Me Auntie

“Xiaoxiao, watch your words,” Jiang Jinhui scolded sharply.

“That’s exactly it. If this bracelet is authentic, it must have been a gift from the Crown Prince. She’s just showing it off, borrowing flowers to present the Buddha. The Crown Prince is from the capital; it’s plausible he has some connection with Miss Y. But Jiang Ciyou? What merit or ability does she have?”

“If she actually knew anyone at QUEEN, even a minor designer, I’d kneel and call her my grandaunt,” Jiang Jinhui sneered.

Jiang Ciyou said nothing. She leisurely took out her phone and dialed a number, putting it on speakerphone so everyone could hear clearly.

“Senior Brother, I want to commission a set of jewelry for my godmother in her name, with Miss Y as the designer.”

The whole table was stunned.

Who on earth was Jiang Ciyou calling that she could directly request Miss Y to design jewelry?

After a brief silence, a man’s voice came through. It was deep and pleasant, yet carried an innate air of authority. His steady and melodious tone painted the image of a refined gentleman of notable bearing.

“Sure. You’re so close with Miss Y, why not just talk to her yourself about such a small matter?”

“I will, of course. But I need you to make an official announcement.”

“The custom clients of QUEEN naturally appear on the global bulletin board. You can rest assured,” the man said.

“Send me your godmother’s initials. I’ll arrange it for you immediately.”

Jiang Ciyou hung up and promptly sent a message with the initials.

Everyone present was utterly baffled by her actions.

Only Jiang Xiaoxiao looked on with utter disdain.

“Anyone can put on an act. Jiang Ciyou, you don’t really think we believe you just called a QUEEN executive, do you?”

“And specifying Miss Y to design the jewelry? You probably don’t know Miss Y only designs five sets a year. This year, three have already been released. Both the Duchess of Kate and Princess Tris from England have commissioned sets, all publicly listed on QUEEN's official site. What qualifications do you have to get Miss Y to break her rule for you?”

“Besides, can you even afford jewelry designed by Miss Y?” Jiang Xiaoxiao scoffed.

Jiang Ciyou’s pretentiousness was laughable.

Did she really think they were naïve about the design world?

Since QUEEN’s founding three years ago, Miss Y has released only five designs annually: two auctioned, one sold commercially, two commissioned. No exceptions.

So Jiang Ciyou’s phone call was utterly fake and ridiculous.

Her voice was calm: “You can check QUEEN’s global official website.”

Jiang Xiaoxiao took out her phone and logged onto QUEEN’s site, sneering, “Jiang Ciyou, I want to see what trick you’re really playing.”

Others followed suit, opening the site on their phones.

Suddenly, Feng Yuping screamed and stood up.

“Why... why is my name on the bulletin board?”

Jiang Xiaoxiao was completely dumbfounded.

The website’s homepage featured a board listing QUEEN’s custom clients through the years, alongside the jewelry pieces and their designers.

At the very top was Feng Yuping’s name.

It showed the commissioned jewelry named after her initials, “FYP.”

It clearly stated the piece would be personally designed by Miss Y.

The announcement was posted just a minute ago—right after Jiang Ciyou’s call.

Below it were the announcements for the Duchess of Kate and Princess Tris.

The three notices formed a distinct column, standing out prominently on QUEEN’s official site.

Feng Yuping was overcome with emotion, trembling as she held her phone and approached Jiang Ciyou.

“Ciyou, is this really me?”

Jiang Ciyou smiled gently. “Of course it’s you, Mom.”

Tears welled in Feng Yuping’s eyes.

Though a wealthy socialite in Rong City, she held no status in bigger cities.

High-end custom pieces were usually out of her reach, even with money.

The Yan family wasn’t wealthy enough to casually afford tens or hundreds of millions in jewelry.

Yet here she was, on the global website of the top luxury jewelry brand.

The feeling was indescribable.

Her pride and vanity soared, mingled with disbelief and wonder.

And deep gratitude and comfort filled her heart.

The announcement had attracted thousands of comments worldwide within minutes.

Everyone was discussing who this Feng Yuping truly was.

Some even speculated she might be a queen of some country.

At that moment, Feng Yuping’s phone rang—it was Mrs. Li.

She answered immediately.

Mrs. Li’s serious voice came through: “Oh my, QUEEN just posted the new Miss Y custom client list on their site. Is that you? Or just a coincidence with the name?”

Feng Yuping proudly replied, “There aren’t so many with the same name. That’s me.”

“Oh, her goddaughter is so filial. It’s Ciyou—she’s good friends with Miss Y.”

“That child is so dutiful. She said it’s a gift for my wedding anniversary...”

“I told her not to, but she insisted. Such a precious gift, breaking Miss Y’s rule of only five designs a year...”

“That girl is truly outstanding and filial... alright, alright, I’ll host a dinner tomorrow. Invite everyone.”

“Make sure to bring Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Zhang, and Mrs. Lu.”

Feng Yuping was completely immersed in the call.

Others at the table wore varying expressions.

Yan Feng looked at Jiang Ciyou with a complex gaze, as if looking into a fog.

Yao Shulan’s face darkened.

She felt uneasy hearing Jiang Ciyou call Feng Yuping “Mom” again and again.

And the fact that such an expensive bracelet and custom jewelry had been given so freely to Feng Yuping stirred envy and jealousy.

Jiang Ciyou was the one Yao Shulan had painstakingly raised.

Yet now, Jiang Ciyou had become a shelter, a shade-giving tree for someone else.

She was also surprised by Jiang Ciyou’s newfound connections with QUEEN’s designers and executives.

Of course, Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face was the darkest of all.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible! Jiang Ciyou, what trick are you playing to deceive everyone?”

Jiang Ciyou gave her a faint glance. “I can lie, but do you really think I can manipulate QUEEN’s global official website? If I could, wouldn’t you have to admit I’m more powerful?”

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face flushed and paled, finally turning ashen.

Watching her richly animated expression, Jiang Ciyou said casually, “Come on, kneel and call me grandaunt.”