Chapter 1767 - It Is Hard to Speak of One’s Troubles (7)

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Chapter 1767: It Is Hard to Speak of One’s Troubles (7)

Zhang Minting threw a hostile glance at Qiao Yiyi after she said this. Then she lowered her head and snorted immediately, “We’ll come back in the afternoon!”

She turned and walked away.

After Zhang Minting had left, Lu Qingtian spat at her back view and hissed, “So shameless! All those years ago, she shamelessly got into someone else’s bed and, after scoring a legitimate status for herself, now she is making her own daughter walk down the same path. She can dream about pairing Tingting with our Lu Nanze!”

She felt better after she had rebuked the other woman. But upon turning around and glancing at Qiao Yiyi, she was immediately reminded of Zhang Minting’s daughter, Li Tingting, who had both good looks and a fine carriage. At once, she had a splitting headache.

How could one even start to compare Qiao Yiyi to the other girl?

Lu Qingtian glanced at the ward.

The doctor had said that it would be another four to five hours yet before he woke up, hence...

Without hesitating, she grabbed Qiao Yiyi and said, “You come with me.”

Qiao Yiyi: ...

Without an inkling of what was going on, Qiao Yiyi followed Lu Qingtian as they left the hospital.

Lu Qingtian took her car and drove them to the nearest mall.

Upon arriving at the mall, she took Qiao Yiyi to the clothing store. The moment they entered, she immediately instructed an employee with a finger pointing at Qiao Yiyi, “Find her a few suitable dresses. And do her hair.”

Qiao Yiyi: ...

She started protesting, “Auntie, I—”

“What do you want to complain about? You call yourself a woman! No wonder after half a year of marriage, Nanze still treats you coldly. I’ve never come across a woman who looks as crude as you!”

While she was chiding Qiao Yiyi, she frowned and started picking out suitable dresses for the girl.

One of the employees brought a dress over to show Lu Qingtian. The woman frowned immediately and chided her, “What sort of fashion sense do you have? Can’t you see that she’s already petite? Are you trying to dress her up like a little girl with a cutesy dress? She’s a woman! Here, I’ll do this myself.”

Lu Qingtian pushed the employee out of the way impatiently and walked around the store looking through the racks. Finally, she picked a slim white lace dress and held it out to Qiao Yiyi, saying, “Try this on, it should look quite good.”

Qiao Yiyi: ...

Fortunately, the dress had sleeves, otherwise the wound on her shoulder would have been exposed.

But would she be able to walk wearing such a graceful dress!?

As she stood there pondering, Lu Qingtian hollered angrily, “Hurry up! Don’t just stand there staring!”

Qiao Yiyi: ...

Qiao Yiyi wanted to tell the woman that her nephew was in hospital, to ask her if it was appropriate that she appeared dressed up like this.

But when she looked at Lu Qingtian, she knew that it wasn’t something she could safely say. She took the dress and headed into the changing room.

When she walked out of the changing room in the dress, Lu Qingtian looked at the girl and was dazzled.

Her eyes lit up and, pointing at Qiao Yiyi, she said, “You need to throw out everything that’s in your wardrobe.”

Then she turned around and said to the employee, “We’ll take all the dresses in this same style that you have, in her size. Send them to the Lu family’s villa and charge it to my account.”

The attendant nodded and said, “Yes, Madam.”

Qiao Yiyi: ...

Why did she feel all of a sudden like she was a kept woman?

Qiao Yiyi grimaced as she turned to walk back to the changing room. But the woman said, “Don’t change, just keep the dress on! I’d like to see how Tingting attempts to put you down.”