Su Yun was making an inventory of the sandwich, rice balls and milk that were about to expire. The supermarket boss, Ji Mingyuan, was two years older than her at age forty, and had always taken good care of her.
"Sister Su, these expire tomorrow morning. You can bring them back and let the kids eat them at night."
Whenever there were foods that were going to expire in the store, Ji Mingyuan would let Su Yun bring them home for her kids to eat. Su Yun was about to speak, when…
"Tsk. You're still as poor and shabby as ever…"
From behind came a voice laced with derision. Su Yun turned around and saw Zhong Hui, the current wife of her ex-husband.
Zhong Hui was adorned with expensive jewels from head to toe—jade bracelet, emerald ring, among others. Also, she was clad in Chanel's latest suit-dress, with a limited edition Hermès crocodile-skin bag costing four hundred thousand yuan hanging on her arm.
Comparatively, Su Yun appeared much poorer, wearing a cotton shirt and khaki-colored wide-legged pants, with a wine-colored checkered apron wrapped around it. Having busied around the entire day, her hair also appeared slightly messy.
"Is something the matter?"
Su Yun tightened her grip on the rag cloth in her hand and looked at Zhong Hui.
Zhong Hui cast a glance towards the oden cooking beside the cashier counter and gently covered her nose with a hand, showing her disdain in a blatant manner.
It was almost as though she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and had never had to struggle in the lower echelons of society, and had never set foot in a small convenience store by the roadside.
She had completely forgotten that before she became Wen Jianmin's secretary, she had lived in a one bedroom old-style flat.
Zhong Hui snickered softly. "Su Yun, I truly underestimated you. You're still so coquettish at this age. Why, are you only able to obtain such benefits with that face of yours? Bread and milk that are soon to expire? Aren't you a tad too unpicky?"
The way Zhong Hui was sizing Su Yun up was thinly-veiled with contempt.
Unable to watch by the side any longer, Ji Mingyuan spoke up, "Woman, what nonsense are you spewing?"
Zhong Hui let out a soft sneer. "Is that not the case? What a high-handed move, Su Yun. On the one hand you're seducing your own boss, and on the other you're instigating your daughter to ask money from Jianmin, seeking benefits from both sides. You're pretty ambitious huh…"
Wen Qiao, who hurriedly rushed over, grabbed a bottle of stewed snow pear with rock sugar off the racks and twisted open the bottle cap, then threw it over the top of Zhong Hui's head.
Like that, the Chanel suit-dress and Hermès limited edition bag, all were damaged by her.
"Ah!!! My bag…"
She shielded her bag with her arms, revealing her true nature in this critical moment. Would a truly rich and powerful person care about a mere limited-edition bag?
Ji Mingyuan laughed out loud unkindly, while Su Yun looked worried.
After Wen Qiao finished drizzling an entire bottle of stewed snow pear with rock sugar on her, she slammed the empty bottle on the ground.
Only then did Zhong Hui turn her head. Seeing that it was Wen Qiao, she lashed out at her. "Are you insane? Do you know how much this bag costs? Can you afford the compensation if you damage it?"
Wen Qiao ran a hand through her hair. "If the daughter gets into trouble, just let her old man foot the bill. You can go back and cry in front of Wen Jianmin… just get him to buy you another one. Look at the way you're weeping and wailing. Isn't it just a crocodile-skin bag that costs hundreds of thousand yuan? Your behavior is unseemly of a rich man's wife, you know that?"
The disheveled Zhong Hui flusteredly fished out a packet of tissues from her bag and wiped off the sticky beverage on her face. Her hair was clumped together and the customers in the store were pointing fingers at her and gossiping about her in hushed tones.
Even back in the past, she had never been in such a sorry state.
Taking out that anger on Su Yun, she said, "No wonder you were driven out of the Wen family. You have a large part to do with how this vulgar lass turned out to be. Also, why are you so thick-skinned as to instigate this brat to ask for money from Jianmin when you two are divorced? Furthermore you have the audacity to demand two million yuan in one shot!"
Hearing those words, Su Yun was shocked.