A pink sports car drove to the underground parking lot of an old apartment building. The car door opened upwards and one super high-heeled boot stepped down on the cement followed by another. Out came a big-breasted woman with a tall nose and plump lips wearing branded clothing from head to toe. Her eyes were covered with cat-eye, mirrored sunglasses even though it was evening.
She closed the car door and pulled down her sunglasses until it rested on the bridge of her surgically enhanced nose. Then she looked around the dingy parking lot filled with "low-end" vehicles. Many of them were dusty. She pursed her plump, red lips injected with fillers as she glanced at her pink sports car. Her car was definitely the most eye-catching vehicle here. She estimated that the combined worth of all the vehicles in this parking lot wouldn’t be able to compare to the eye-popping price of her own sports car.
"What if someone steals my car?" Then her eyes—surgically enhanced, of course—lit up. "Oh, right. I can just buy a new one! This hot pink shade is so last season. Coral pink is all the rage these days. Come, car thieves! Help yourselves. Ahahaha! Oops, gotta go~"
Then she strutted away from her so-last-season hot pink sports car and walked towards the elevator, making sure to sway her hips from side to side. The way she walked made her feel like a supermodel strutting on the catwalk, but in other people’s eyes, she somewhat looked like a waddling duck. Along the way, she fished out her crystal-encrusted phone from her limited edition crocodile hide bag before calling her best friend.
"Rosie dear, the queen has arrived in the building! I’m in the underground parking lot. Which floor do I press on the elevator again?"
After the short call, the woman followed her friend’s instructions and arrived where she was supposed to go. The door opened and a thin guy who looked like a college student in his early twenties stuck his head out.
"Are you Miss Jenny Tseng?" he asked.
Jenny flipped her perfectly blow-dried, voluminous, ash-blonde hair and gave the young guy a flirty smile and a wink. "Hello there~ Yes, I am indeed the one and the only Jenny Tseng. You can call me Beauty or Sexy. Either one is fine but you can also call me both. You’re pretty cute yourself. What’s your name? Can I get your number?"
A female voice yelled from the inside of the apartment unit, "Jenny, don’t you dare target my young cousin! You’ve already divorced twice! Come inside quickly!"
"F-flirting...." The young man turned crimson as he opened the door wider to let Jenny in.
Jenny removed her sunglasses as she stepped inside and came closer to the blushing guy. "Oooooh~ A shy one, aren’t you? So cute! Rawr! Ahahaha!"
"JENNY TSENG!!!"
She rolled her eyes before yelling back. "Coming, Rosie! Stop being such a bitch! Ugh!" The she returned her attention to the young man and offered her perfectly manicured hand.
The guy looked at the hand in confusion.
She wiggled her fingers. "Escort me inside."
"Oh." He blushed harder but still took her hand awkwardly and led her to the small living room.
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