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As she finished speaking, a well-maintained lady of high status immediately patted her hand and scolded with affection, âYou, you always donât listen to me, no matter how many times Iâve said it. Donât worry about us, your dad and I are old and different from you. You are young and should buy more clothes for yourself.â
âIâve bought a lot for myself already, too many to wear out. You and dad have been so good to me, I want to be filial-â Rong Weiwei said sweetly, clinging to her arm.
Following beside the two of them was a thin old lady, extravagantly dressed even in her advanced age, draped with jade jewelry. The corners of her eyes and mouth sagged heavily due to the passage of time, making her face seem not friendly, âYour momâs right, you should take good care of yourself and not worry too much about them.â
âI know, Grandmother. But I still want to be filial to you all.â Rong Weiwei was not as girlish with Old Madame Jiang, appearing remarkably sensible and well-behaved.
Whatever Old Madame Jiang said seemed to be taken to heart by Rong Weiwei.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Her sensible and well-behaved demeanor was impeccable!
It was precisely this attitude that endeared her to the old ladyâs heart, just like with Jiang Meiqi, always taking her side in everything.
In the past, she was driven out of the house because she was accused of âpushingâ her grandmother down the stairs.
She remembered clearly that she hadnât even touched a finger of the old lady.
It was the old lady herself who had tumbled down the stairs. Yet, she had framed Rong Weiwei immediately afterward!
To this day, she still couldnât understand what she had done wrong for the old lady to resort to such a despicable method against her!
âMom, Grandmother, wait for me a moment.
Rong Weiwei had already taken a step ahead to find another sales associate, heading toward the sweater she had her eye on earlier. With a faint smile, she pointed to the clothes on the mannequin and said, âCould you please take that down for me.
The sales associates in this area were accustomed to seeing celebrities, and while they were excited to see one, it wasnât overly so. Seeing her pointing to the sweater, the sales associate showed a look of difficulty, âWellâ¦â
Rong Weiwei had only seen this expression yesterday, and encountering it again, she thought of the frustration from being thrown out of the store. Her smile cooled a bit, âWhat, is it not possible to take it down?â
âItâs not that.â The sales associate sensed her irritation and quickly waved her hands to explain, âHereâs the thing, Miss Rong, that piece of clothing was just bought by that customer over there. This is a limited edition, with only one of each made, soâ¦â
If itâs been purchased by someone else, itâs theirs now, of course, it canât just be taken down!
Purchased by someone else? Rong Weiwei felt a tightness in her chest, and that sense of humiliation from being ousted from the store the previous day resurfaced.
She suppressed the discomfort in her heart and asked, âWho bought it?â
The sales associate pointed to Rong Yan not far away, âThat customer over
there.â
Rong Weiwei looked up in the direction the sales associate was pointing and suddenly saw a familiar figureâhow much that figure resembled Rong Yan!
Impossible, right?
How could Rong Yan possibly be in this neighborhood?
Generally, only locals would shop on this street, and nearby there were only a few residential areas, excluding Dihor Garden, the rest were also upscale communities.
Even if not on the level of Dihor Garden, it was not a place Rong Yan could afford!
Jiang Meiqi also saw the figure, and without thinking as much as Rong Weiwei, her expression darkened, and she abruptly said, âRong Yan?â
At the sound of that name, Rong Weiweiâs heart skipped a beat; even if she didnât want to accept it, she had to acknowledge that the person who had bought the sweater she coveted was Rong Yan!
Old Madame Jiang, upon hearing the name Rong Yan, first frowned, then her stern face showed a look of disgust, âIsnât she supposed to be abroad? When did she come back?â
âHmph, sheâs got her own legs, how can I keep track of her!â Jiang Meiqi snorted coldly, her face as full of disgust as Old Madame Jiangâs.
Rong Yan had no intention of entangling with them, but now the situation left her no choiceâwhether she liked it or not, some people were destined to cling like a dogâs skin plaster..