Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Trying on Clothes is Free Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Trying on Clothes is Free Just as they had taken only a few photos, the attention of the two children was drawn by a mannequin at a counter not far away.
The little girl’s mouth ford an ‘O,’ and Little Baozi’s eyes imdiately sparkled with stars.
Both children tightened their grip on Ye Weiwei’s hand, shook it vigorously, and exclaid in unison: “Mommy, that dress is so beautiful, we want Mommy to wear it!”
Ye Weiwei followed the children’s gaze.
It was a white chiffon dress in the CHANEL counter’s glass window.
She had heard about this dress from Nan Xin and others while she was working. It’s this sumr’s latest model, costing a whopping one hundred twenty thousand, nearly their yearly inco.
They had joked with each other at the ti, saying that if they won five million in the lottery, the first thing they would do is buy that dress and wear it back for everyone to admire.
Now she was close to the dress, but buying it would an… no money.
“Mommy, let’s go try it on. Trying on clothes is free, and even if it costs money, it’s okay. My daddy is rich, he makes more money than he can spend. Mommy can use it as she likes!” After Little Baozi finished speaking, he dashed toward the CHANEL counter.
Ye Weiwei, fearing that Little Baozi might get lost, could only carry her daughter and follow.
The salesperson at the counter brightened up upon seeing Ye Weiwei.
They mistook Ye Weiwei for Ye Chuchu.
“Miss Ye, what can I do for you?” A salesperson approached Ye Weiwei, nodding respectfully.
Hearing the address ‘Miss Ye,’ Ye Weiwei knew they had mistaken her identity.
“I am not Ye Chuchu,” Ye Weiwei stated bluntly.
She would never do anything using Ye Chuchu’s identity; it was only Ye Chuchu who would use hers to receive awards, take photos, or even participate in singing contests.
Before, she saw her as the closest person, willingly making sacrifices for her, willing to lend her identity and achievents. But now, she hated her and didn’t want to help her anymore.
“How could that be? Chuchu, I am your fan. I definitely wouldn’t recognize the wrong person. Don’t worry, we’ll keep it a secret and won’t post it on Weibo,” the salesperson squinted, excitent wafting from her.
Ye Weiwei glanced indifferently at these salespeople and shook her head: “I am not!”
“Not?” Seeing Ye Weiwei continuing to deny, the salesperson looked back at her colleagues.
“Of course, she isn’t. Because… the real person is right here.”
A coquettish voice ca from the other side of the counter’s glass door, leaving the salespeople dumbfounded. They looked at Ye Weiwei, and then at Ye Chuchu, searching for words to describe their feelings.
“What, you haven’t recognized her yet? Look here, this is Ye Chuchu’s unique mark. There is only one like it in the world, no branches at all!” Ye Chuchu, wearing a CHANEL haute couture suit, winked and smiled while pointing at the center of her brow, hinting for the salespeople to see clearly.
The salesperson who claid to be a fan of Ye Chuchu finally realized, and rushed forward as if injected with adrenaline, nodding and bowing: “Oh, my goddess! My goddess. It’s really you, you look even better in person than on the big screen. You’re so slim, our brand’s clothes look fantastic on you.”
The complints stread endlessly, greatly satisfying Ye Chuchu’s vanity.
Beside her, Xiao Hua and Su Qinghan proudly lifted their chins, boasting: “Of course, our Chuchu is a movie queen after all.”
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