Chapter 876
Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!
Not long after, Lan Xianxian walked out of the fitting room.
At first glance, she was stunned.
Even Shen Fanxing felt that this dress was too beautiful.
There was indeed an unusual elegance on Lan Xianxianâs body, especially her skin. It was really good. Her collar revealed a portion of her fair and beautiful neck. The bright yellow color complemented her bright and fair skin.
The second glance was filled with disappointment.
She couldnât even face herself in the mirror. Her gaze lingered on her skirt and she didnât dare to look at her face.
Shen Fanxing sighed heavily.
She glanced at the shop assistant and said, âWrap it up for me...â
âHey, that dress is really beautiful. Ziqian, what do you think?â
A gentle voice sounded and Shen Fanxing saw Lan Xianxianâs figure stiffen.
This action made Shen Fanxingâs heart sink.
Turning her head, she saw a tall and handsome man hugging a beautiful woman...
Another fitting room appeared.
The womanâs eyes were moist and her face was unnaturally red. The man was well-dressed and his face looked normal.
On the other hand, the salespersonâs face turned red when she saw the two of them.
It was obvious what these two people had done in the fitting room!
However, the manâs gaze was fixed on Lan Xianxianâs back as surprise flashed across his eyes.
The woman in the manâs arms had obviously taken a fancy to Lan Xianxianâs dress.
âEh, Xianxian, itâs you?â
The woman sounded particularly surprised.
Shen Fanxing pursed her lips weakly.
Her social circle was really small.
However, it made sense. Other than shopping, beauty treatments, and attending banquets, there was really nothing else for the women of high society to do.
Upon hearing the womanâs words, the man frowned.
She had thought that this womanâs back view was quite beautiful, but she didnât expect it to be this ugly woman.
Lan Xianxian turned around and saw the two of them leaning against each other. Her eyes trembled.
âWhat a coincidence...â
Before the woman could speak, the man beside her spoke with a dark expression.
âWhy are you here? Are you following me? Lan Xianxian, are you shameless?â
Her words made Lan Xianxianâs face turn red.
The overwhelming humiliation gradually enveloped her.
âI... didnât?â
Lan Xianxian shook her head in denial.
Seeing how submissive she was, Shao Ziqianâs face darkened.
âGet out.â
Lan Xianxianâs face turned pale. She wanted to say something, but the moment she looked up and met the manâs disgusted gaze, she couldnât say a word.
On the other hand, the woman in the manâs arms pushed his chest. âZiqian, donât be like this. Sheâs my sister.â
Upon hearing this, Shen Fanxing frowned. Her expressionless face seemed to have frozen over.
This scene was witnessed by Yuan Sichun, who followed closely behind.
âItâs precisely because sheâs your sister that weâve suffered so many misunderstandings because of her. Itâs fine if Iâm misunderstood, but what about you? Our engagement has been annulled and youâre still pestering me like before. How long do you want me to tolerate her?â
Lan Yingying couldnât bear to see Lan Xianxianâs expression. âAlright, alright, stop talking. Xianxian, do you want this dress? If not, let me try it on.â
She seemed to be changing the topic, but in reality, everyoneâs attention was on Lan Xianxianâs clothes.
Disgust appeared on Shao Ziqianâs face.
Thinking of how he had been bewitched by Lan Xianxianâs back view, he felt like he had eaten sh*t.
Lan Yingying had a beautiful face and a voluptuous figure.
Compared to Lan Xianâs slender figure and that face that couldnât be seen at all, she looked dejected...
There was no comparison between the two.
Shen Fanxing looked at the man and woman in front of her and sneered.
âSorry, weâve decided to buy this dress.â
Seeing Shen Fanxing, Lan Yingying and Shao Ziqian looked at her in confusion.
âWho are you?â Shao Ziqian asked in a low voice.
Shen Fanxing ignored him and turned to Lan Xianxian. âGo change and get them to wrap it up.â
After being ignored, Shao Ziqian couldnât help but feel angry. He turned to Lan Xianxian and said coldly,
âThis dress doesnât suit you. Take it off and let your sister try it on.â
Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the man whose face had darkened.
âWhere are you standing now? Fiancé, ex-fiancé? Or brother-in-law?â
There was nothing wrong with his words, but it embarrassed Shao Ziqian.
Hearing the sarcasm in Shen Fanxingâs voice, Lan Yingying sized her up in surprise.
âYou... are that perfumer, right? How... how do you know my sister?â
Shen Fanxing smiled and said, âItâs fate. Our lives are similar, so we met.â
As she spoke, her gaze landed on Yuan Sichun, who was walking towards her. Her eyes were filled with sarcasm.
Were there really that many coincidences?
Why didnât she believe him?
He really wanted to create trouble for her.
Shen Fanxingâs words made Lan Yingyingâs face freeze!
But who didnât know about her past?
She had been cornered by her sister and her fiancé had been snatched away. After that, she had been targeted and suppressed. The few slaps she had given Shen Qianrou at the international award ceremony not long ago had made her famous.
Lan Xianxianâs fate was similar to hers?
Lan Yingying glanced at Shen Fanxing and took two steps back. She shivered in Shao Ziqianâs embrace.
âMiss Shen, are you... threatening me?â
Shen Fanxing was taken aback by her sudden reaction.
For a moment, she didnât understand what she was doing.
After a few seconds, she reacted and suddenly laughed softly.
âMiss Lan, everyone knows that my so-called sister seduced my ex-fiancé and charmed that man. She even harmed me from time to time. Thatâs why I was so angry that I almost beat her to death! Are you the same? Is that why Iâm worried that Lan Xianxian will be like me and almost beat you to death?â
Shen Fanxing emphasized the word âkillâ, causing Lan Yingying to break out in cold sweat.
âYou... I didnât...â
âThen why did you threaten me just now? Didnât you get the right person?â
Lan Yingying was rendered speechless and she pressed her body against Shao Ziqianâs chest.
âI didnât... didnât...â
Before she could finish her sentence, tears streamed down her face.
Shao Ziqian hugged her tightly and glared at Shen Fanxing. âDonât go overboard!â
Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and asked, âWhat did I do?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYou...â
Shao Ziqian choked. She really didnât do anything!
But why was the woman in his arms crying?
âWhatâs wrong, Yingying?â
Yuan Sichunâs clear voice sounded, looking ignorant.
âSichun, youâre here.â Her unsurprised tone made Shen Fanxing sneer again.
It seemed that she had guessed correctly.