Tang Qiu went to school in her new clothes the next day. Xie Qingqing's eyes widened when she caught sight of her. "Did you get rich overnight? What's your secret?"
"Don't be an idiot," Tang Qiu snorted.
"Look at your earrings! Your watch… your coat. What other explanation can there be? There's no way they were cheap." Xie Qingqing was almost salivating.
"Don't be dramatic," Tang Qiu replied, amused. "They were bought on discount. My husband helped pick them out. Aren't they nice? And comfortable, too!" Even crippled and ill, her husband took truly excellent care of her.
"I must say, his taste isn't bad." Xie Qingqing eyed the accessories skeptically. Were they just a high-quality faux of the original? They looked just like the real thing.
As they were talking, they bumped into a woman. It was Feng Yao–dressed in an outfit identical to Tang Qiu's!
