"Why is Mrs. Nan speaking so maliciously? Mo Qian didn’t ask you to leave, you chose to go yourself." Ji Wei explained coldly.
Nan Huiru was already seething with rage. "Shen Yu, look at her! Just look at this woman! How could soone this unruly and disrespectful possibly be my daughter-in-law? Even though Jianian made mistakes, in terms of character alone, she’s miles above this arrogant and reckless Miss Ji!"
"Alright, alright, calm down. Otherwise, your headache will start acting up again."
Shen Yu supported Nan Huiru, speaking gently as she softly patted her chest to help her calm down. "We’re here to pick out a dress for Jianian. Let’s step out first."
Hearing Shen Yu ntion the dress, Nan Huiru suddenly rembered the purpose of today’s visit. Her fiery eyes locked onto Ji Wei with intensity.
Ji Wei’s dress looked exquisite—it would surely look stunning on Jianian.
"Take off that dress you’re wearing. I want to buy it!" Nan Huiru commanded imperiously, pointing at Ji Wei.
Ji Wei was in the middle of trying clothes on, but hearing Nan Huiru’s arrogant demand, she slid the strap of the dress back onto her shoulder rather than removing it.
"Sorry, Mrs. Nan, I picked this dress first. If you want one, you can ask the staff for assistance." Ji Wei said with a faint but cold smile.
"No, I want the exact dress you’re wearing, and I want it now!" Nan Huiru insisted stubbornly.
Ji Wei rely smirked coldly, showing no intention of taking it off.
The nearby Shen Yu, seeing the standoff, turned her head to ask the trembling store clerk, who hadn’t dared to speak: "Excuse , is there another identical dress in stock?"
The clerk nervously shook her head. "Mrs. Shen, I’m sorry. All the dresses in our store are limited editions and individually designed, so... this particular dress is one of a kind."
"Oh." Shen Yu turned back to Nan Huiru and said, "Huiru, let it go. Since Miss Ji likes it, let her have it."
Shen Yu’s tone was gentle and soft, but to Ji Wei, her words felt irritatingly condescending.
Let her have it?
This dress was clearly picked out by her and Mo Qian first—how did it turn into her snatching sothing away?
"Mrs. Shen, everything should follow the principle of first co, first served. I picked this dress first; there’s no such thing as ’letting it go,’ is there?" Ji Wei stared icily at Shen Yu.
Shen Yu paused for a mont and then smiled faintly. "Miss Ji, you’re young, and we elders shouldn’t fuss with you. But you’re well aware that Huiru is Mo Qian’s mother, yet you keep targeting her with insolent remarks without the slightest respect for your elders. Besides, Huiru suffers from headaches and can’t handle too much stress. What you’re doing is truly over the line."
Although Shen Yu appeared to be a kind and gentle person, Ji Wei could see through her cold, calculating eyes that she was harboring grudges over what had happened that night.
She was clearly pinning the consequences of Zhu Jianian’s misdeeds onto Ji Wei’s shoulders.
Shen Yu’s words were seamless and diplomatic, yet they solidified the image of Ji Wei as rude and temperantal.
"Shen Yu, why bother wasting words on soone like her? If she had even a shred of respect for , things wouldn’t have escalated to this point." Nan Huiru abruptly interjected. "This dress would look perfect on Jianian—I absolutely must buy it!"
Ji Wei, seeing the situation unfold, let out a soft laugh. She walked over to the dressing table, picked up her handbag, retrieved her wallet, and held out her golden card to the store clerk. "Here, charge it. I don’t want to waste any more ti."
"Ah, okay..."
The clerk cautiously approached, about to take the golden card with both hands, when suddenly it was struck to the ground by a hand reaching across! The gesture was sharp and forceful!
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