Fu Shiyan followed the direction of his finger to look, only to see Fu Chenyu standing in front of the girl with both hands in his pockets, his side profile unable to conceal his smugness.
An Yirou was conversing with the store manager and the clerks about something, and those people's faces were full of disdain and aversion.
Clearly, An Yan was the one under attack by everyone.
Fu Shiyan watched An Yan stand there proudly without subservience, squinting his eyes, "Han Yang."
Han Yang stepped forward, accepted the black card that the man handed over from his wallet, heard a few instructions, and briskly made his way towards the women's clothing store, bypassing the escalator. However, the scene that followed made him halt in his tracks, and he couldn't help but turn back to look at Fu Shiyan.
An Yan took out a card from her backpack, slapped it on the store manager's massive durian head, "Go swipe the card!"
The durian in front of the store manager wobbled, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently, "Is there... any money in this?"
An Yan gave him a look, "Are you deaf, or is your brain not functioning properly?"
The store manager frowned, tossed it to the cashier, "Go check it!"
As An Yirou was astonished, she said, "Sister, why bother doing this? If there's no money in there, wouldn't it be very embarrassing..."
Only to hear a dispassionate female voice announce, "Card swiped successfully!"
An Yirou tugged at the corner of her lips, "Sister, where did all this money come from? You've been wearing such heavy makeup these past three months..."
"What are you implying?" An Yan's brows knitted together with a ferocious aura.
Remembering how she was beaten by An Yan last night, An Yirou quickly hid behind Fu Chenyu, accidentally touching the man's back. Fu Chenyu grunted, almost spewing out his essence.
"Sister, don't overthink it, I didn't imply anything..."
"I didn't imply anything? Everyone knows what's in Sima Zhao's heart, aren't you the best at playing these white lotus green tea tactics?" Su Yue walked in with two ice cream cones in hand, glaring at An Yirou, "What bad luck, to see an annoying fly while out shopping! That card was given to An Yan by me."
An Yirou furrowed her brows, "Then why would you give my sister so much money?"
Su Yue, handing one of the ice cream cones to An Yan, looked at An Yirou and sneered, "None of your damn business! Who do you think you are! Why should I tell you!"
Fu Chenyu's face darkened, scolding his woman was like slapping his face, he snapped coldly, "Who are you? It's not your place to speak!"
The lenses of Su Yue's toad glasses hid most of her face as she uttered lightly, "An Yan is my friend, what's it to you if I've got her back? As for you, the ultimate scum of a man, preying specifically on little aunts! No, the little aunt throws herself at him! It's always the perfect match between a cuckold and a green bean!"
She glanced at the surrounding people again, "Don't just react to hearsay, does no one bring their brain? When you have time, go home and train your Super Brain so you're not thickheaded and deficient! And you, as a store manager, judging people based on their status, will be fired one day soon!"
She snatched the bags from the cashier's hands, pulling An Yan's hand, "Baby Yan, let's go!"
An Yirou pursed her lips, "I didn't expect my sister to have such a wealthy friend who is willing to spend money on her."
These words were particularly grating to Fu Chenyu's ears, as if he, the fiancé, were nothing but a mere ornament!
"Wait!" he called out, "I am willing to pay ten times the price for that dress!"
"Wow, this must be true love!"
"Exactly, willing to spend more than ten million just to bring a smile to his beloved's face."
"So envious!"
"Boyfriend goals!"
...
Hearing the enviable and jealous comments from everyone, An Yan felt nothing but irony. Su Yue's words just now left no doubt that An Yirou was the mistress climbing up, yet it seemed people were more in awe of this kind of love wrapped in money, while morals and ethics were treated as worthless as weeds.
Fu Chenyu lifted his chin, looking down on the two with a superior attitude, "What do you say? You've just made over ten million like that!"
An Yan curved her lips into a smile, "Alright then! Pay up!"
Fu Chenyu took out a check from his pocket, filled in the amount with disdain, and tossed it in front of An Yan, "Just for money, you're nothing more."
An Yan took it, verified the check was valid, and threw the bag directly at An Yirou. The ice cream in her hand also flew out, hitting the other's face.
An Yirou's face, already somewhat heated from the scalding water, was now cold and sticky with ice cream—she instantly experienced what is called 'a taste of both fire and ice.'
The worst part was it was both humiliating and infuriating.
She was so angry she was fuming—this bitch was doing it on purpose.
Fu Chenyu quickly wiped her face, "Are you alright?"
"Chenyu..." An Yirou's voice was laced with tears, "How could sister treat me this way?"
An Yan clicked her tongue, "Who doesn't have a slip of the hand occasionally? But what a waste of the ice cream," she remarked before leaving with Su Yue.
An Yirou took the tissue the manager handed her to wipe her messy face, with the hate for An Yan growing even stronger in her heart.
She withdrew her venomous gaze and looked at Fu Chenyu with a wronged expression, "How can sister be so jealous of Chengyu willing to spend a fortune on me that she wants to humiliate me?"
Fu Chenyu felt pleased inside; it seemed An Yan was just being hard-mouthed. Her actions were clearly a sign that she cared about him.
It appeared that all he had to do was crook his finger, and that woman would obediently worship at the feet of his handsome trousers.
He consoled her, "That greedy and vain woman isn't worth your anger. The dress is in your hands now, isn't it?"
An Yirou sniffled and nodded, "Brother Chenyu, thank you for spending so much."
Fu Chenyu hooked his arm around the woman's soft waist, his tone laced with seduction, "How are you going to thank me?"
An Yirou smiled shyly, "You decide."
Just then, Fu Chenyu's phone rang, disrupting the budding romantic atmosphere.
He answered, "President Yu? What? My younger uncle wants to review the quarterly kickbacks?"
Fu Chenyu's expression turned as ugly as if it were smeared with shit, "Just stick to your story, I'll handle it."
He looked at An Yirou, "You make your own way back, I have to rush for company matters."
An Yirou saw his troubled face and numbly nodded.
After calling her family driver to pick her up, she changed into that dress before leaving, showered with all kinds of obsequious praises from the store manager and the clerks, which greatly satisfied her.
Upon hearing it was raining outside, the manager quickly offered her an umbrella.
An Yirou took it and left with a sense of triumph.
The manager watched her leaving figure and said to the clerks, "Be more discerning in the future. Don't let in those who look poor. Even if they buy something, they're just swelling their faces to look fat! The people we should be serving are young ladies like Miss An. Her backer is none other than Young Master Fu!"
"Yes!" The clerks agreed that the manager made sense.
No sooner had the words fallen than President Li, who managed the mall, appeared furiously before them, gesturing broadly, "You bunch of lowly curs, pack your things and get out!"
The manager's eyes widened in disbelief, "We just sold a dress, contributing to the mall's sales..."
"You don't even know who you've offended, a bunch of ignorant fools, making me take the heat!" President Li looked at the security guards behind him, "Make them leave at once!"
The manager and the clerks were stunned. No wonder that woman with sunglasses had said they'd be fired soon—she was actually waiting around for it.
But who was that woman?
And who was her backer?