Chapter 110 - The Top Socialite Loses it!
Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yun Bixue was having a whale of a time deep down. Her husband was awesome!
She noticed a hint of light flash through his alluring eyes. He was being so two-faced. âI genuinely believed that your mother would like that dress, and I was planning to get it. But, Miss Meng also claimed that she liked it too and was even going to wear it at home for her fiancé.â
âI never knew she had such a fetish!
âCome to think of it, she must have something unique about her to be able to become the top socialite.
âSince the two of them are getting married soon, this could be our small act of consideration towards them. We canât possibly snatch it away!â As she spoke, she sighed while shaking her head.
She heavily emphasized the part regarding the fetish, implying that Meng Xinyan possessed a unique taste by having a penchant for middle-aged womenâs clothes.
And she even liked putting on these middle-aged womenâs clothes in the comfort of their home solely for her fiancé... Ahh, it was truly difficult for one to agree with such a fetish.
Meng Xinyan almost chewed through her teeth. She glared darkly at the couple in front of her, and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. They were too despicable! She had dealt with shameless people before, but none as shameless as these two! Yun Bixue must have done it on purpose. Meng Xinyan was livid...
Su Lenghan had simply been lounging on the couch and was lost in his thoughts. At this moment, he overheard Yun Bixue and Xie Limoâs conversation, and when he looked over at Meng Xinyan, she was wearing an odd expression.
As Xie Limo listened to his wifeâs words and watched how she was cleverly defending herself from being taken advantage of, his heart was brimming with satisfaction.
Xie Limoâs pale pink lips hooked up into an enchanting curve, and his eyes brightened with indulgence. He said, âIn an ever-changing world, anything is possible. Xue-er, you shouldnât be surprised. Coincidentally, I know of such a designer who can come up with such styles.
âIf Miss Meng is interested, I can request for the designer to design a gown for your wedding, and Iâll give it to you as a wedding present.â
âYes, Iâm sure Miss Meng would like that.â Yun Bixue almost burst into laughter. Her husband was truly two-faced. He had even wanted to design Meng Xinyanâs gown, and it was to be a gaudy design meant for older women.
Meng Xinyan was already in a terrible mood, and with such a provocation, her blood rushed to her head. âYun Bixue, donât go too far. If it werenât for you, I wouldnât be needlessly spending this money. Youâre sabotaging me on purpose.â
Meng Xinyanâs shrill voice resounded throughout the entire shop, and the overbearing way she yelled at Yun Bixue shocked a lot of people. Some sales attendants immediately recognized her as the top socialite.
This was mind-blowing news, and they fished out their phones to secretly record the scene.
Su Lenghan stood up abruptly, and his elegant aura became dark.
His gaze was quiet and deep, and it was glued onto Meng Xinyan. He tried to grab Meng Xinyanâs hand, but she flung him away. âSu Lenghan, you saw how they bullied me, but you didnât even try to help me! Take a look at how theyâre treating me!â
Meng Xinyan was dim-witted and essentially just an airhead. She had been taken over by a fit of anger.
Su Lenghan noticed that the sales attendants had started filming covertly. His face froze, and his head started throbbing.
Why was Meng Xinyan behaving like this? She used to be gentle and forgiving, but looking at her now, it was truly absurd. All these beautiful adjectives couldnât be used to describe her anymore.
âXinyan!â Su Lenghan simply said, and his voice had turned cold. However, it made Meng Xinyanâs heart skip a beat.
âYoung Master Su, thereâs no need to be concerned about this. Xue-er has always been generous and tolerant. We will give the dress to Miss Meng.â Xie Limoâs timely comment thoroughly ticked her off.