Watching his rapidly departing figure, Xu Muwei instinctively felt that sothing was wrong.
Just as she was wondering what the issue could be, two classmates passed by:
"Quick, look, the Jia Traditional Chinese dicine Shop is in trouble. Oh my god, I just bought so conditioning herbs from them the other day. I don’t even know if I should still drink it."
"Judging by the looks of it, they probably just used so second-rate products. Drinking it might be useless, but it shouldn’t cause any harm!"
"Selling useless dicine for such a high price... I can’t stand it! I’m going to return it."
"Alright, I’ll go with you!"
Jia Traditional Chinese dicine Shop... isn’t that the dicine shop owned by Jia Yanxiu’s family?
Xu Muwei had started dating Jia Yanxiu because his family was in the Chinese dicine business. Although his family was from another city, they had moved to Luocheng since Jia Yanxiu was accepted to Luocheng University.
The Jia Traditional Chinese dicine Shop was also a well-known chain of traditional Chinese dicine stores in the country.
Xu Muwei opened her phone and, following the heated discussions online, quickly found the livestream.
Then she heard An Yan’s voice:
"Alright, how much do you want for the service fee?"
Lin Yueru felt like she had finally won and, seizing the mont, made an outrageous demand:
"For eighty thousand yuan worth of herbs, just give eight thousand for the service fee!"
"Eight thousand?"
An Yan couldn’t believe Lin Yueru would dare to ask for so much.
This ti, she didn’t hesitate for even a second and promptly took out her card.
"Fine, swipe it!"
The last attempted scam hadn’t panned out, and Lin Yueru had managed to get away with it.
This ti, with so many people watching the livestream, An Yan was determined to nail her down.
Lin Yueru took the bank card to the cashier.
The cashier shook her head. "Miss Lin, there’s a problem with the card machine; it’s not working!"
She had already received a ssage from Director Jia: whatever Lin Yueru did next was on her, but under no circumstances were her actions to be connected to the store!
If anyone asked, they were to say that Lin Yueru was just a temporary worker at their shop.
Lin Yueru, completely unaware of this, shot the cashier a fierce glare. Useless, ssing up at a critical ti! After I get An Yan’s money, she’s fired.
Lin Yueru took out her phone with the paynt QR code. "Scan my phone for now!"
An Yan obediently scanned her QR code and completed the paynt swiftly.
As soon as the paynt was done, a silver-gray Porsche pulled up to the entrance.
A middle-aged woman, dripping with jewels, stepped out of the car.
The store manager rushed over like the wind and helped open the shop door.
"Director Jia!"
When Lin Yueru heard this address, she quickly turned her head to look.
Jia Min, dressed in a rust-red professional suit skirt and draped in a black mink coat, stepped into the store with an authoritative stride.
With a quick glance, Jia Min deduced that the girl broadcasting live must be the one across from Lin Yueru.
Her high ponytail was neat and sharp.
Her features were exquisite, as if ticulously drawn by a master artist.
She wore a short, dark blue down jacket over a white turtleneck sweater, paired with black, woolen ankle-length trousers and black Doc Martens boots.
A black chest bag was slung across her front; the phone she was using for the livestream was likely inside it.
Jia Min paid no attention to Lin Yueru, who was trembling beside her, and went straight to An Yan.
"Young lady, we share responsibility for today’s trouble. So, please make any requests you have, and I will do my best to accommodate them!"
An Yan wasn’t one to hold a grudge when she was in the right. Besides, her target wasn’t Jia Min.
"I just want to buy so herbs that I need!"
"That can be arranged. I’ll personally take you to pick them out."
An Yan admired this powerful, decisive woman; her clear-headedness also deserved praise.
The two of them headed inside the store.
Jia Min first stopped in front of the boxes where Lin Yueru had previously grabbed the herbs.
"The herbs in these boxes are offcuts from our dicine preparation, mainly for patients who are a bit tight on money."
"Since you’re here to buy herbs, you should know that prices for Chinese dicine vary greatly. However, even these offcuts aren’t entirely without dicinal effect."
An Yan nodded. "That’s true."
Before arriving, Jia Min had worried An Yan might be an unreasonable person, but now that concern was dispelled.
She quite liked this young girl.
She’s quite young, but not arrogant or impetuous—so calm and composed!
"These are the regular herbs our shop sells. Under normal circumstances, unless a custor specifically asks for discounted products, we provide these."
Floor-to-ceiling dicine cabinets lined the walls, filled with herbs: commonly used ones in the middle, less common ones at the bottom, and rarely used ones at the very top.
The entire layout was logical and tidy.
After gathering the herbs according to An Yan’s request, Jia Min took her to the dicine preparation workshop at the back.
Bags of herbs, purchased by custors and awaiting preparation, were neatly arranged on the shelves.
A few workers, dressed in isolation suits, were brewing, cooling, and bagging the herbs as per custors’ requests.
[This is the kind of Chinese dicine shop I imagine!]
[Yes, I also feel the dicine I drink should be brewed in an environnt like this.]
[It seems that so-called ’manageress’ from before is completely clueless!]
[Director Jia... she must be the actual wife, right?]
[Director Jia has such an aura! She ca in and didn’t imdiately go after the mistress, but first addressed the issue everyone was worried about. How could a woman like that end up with such a scumbag?]
[I’m so looking forward to Director Jia dealing with that scumbag!]
[Miss Strear, you have to keep broadcasting! Let us see the rightful wife deal with the mistress!]
[...]
"Miss An, if your herbs need processing, I have a lifeti free processing card here. Anyti you have a need, our Jia Traditional Chinese dicine Shop will provide the service free of charge."
An Yan took the card and thanked her.
She then prepared to leave.
Jia Min personally escorted her to the door.
The audience in the livestream wailed:
[Don’t leave! Don’t leave!]
[I want to see the rightful wife fighting the mistress!]
[A strong woman versus a green tea bitch... I can’t even imagine it without seeing it!]
[...]
In the midst of the audience’s cries, another car pulled up at the entrance of the shop: a black Rolls-Royce.
Jia Zhangming got out of the car, a man in his fifties with a neat suit and a slight beer belly.
But his Hers belt obscured the flaws in his figure, instead adding a mature charm to his appearance.
Seeing Jia Min, he was calm and collected, a smile forming on his face as he greeted warmly, "Honey, you saw the livestream too?"
Jia Min nodded indifferently. "It’s already been handled."
Jia Zhangming was slightly surprised. He had been following the livestream the whole ti and knew that Jia Min had ignored Lin Yueru from beginning to end.
So, what she ant by ’handled’ was...
A police siren grew louder as it approached.
Jia Zhangming looked at Jia Min in astonishnt. "You called the police?"
Jia Min gave a hum of affirmation. "Our shop doesn’t charge service fees. However, that clerk defrauded this young lady of eight thousand yuan in such fees! Naturally, she herself must bear the consequences of this mistake. Don’t you agree?"
Jia Zhangming didn’t know how to react.
Lin Yueru, inside the shop, was taken aback and hurried out—
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