Baolu Mall housed several stores Wen Qiansu frequented.
She often came here with her best friend, Dou Keke.
Neither of them had high demands when it came to clothing, unlike other young ladies in their social circle who insisted on wearing only luxury haute couture.
Ordinary brands were perfectly satisfying for the two of them. After all, one was majoring in cultural relic restoration, and the other in archaeology.
Both dealt with precious ancient artifacts, so dressing plainly felt more down-to-earth.
It was still summer vacation, but Dou Keke had been dragged by her advisor to a remote mountainous area as extra labor for an excavation, suffering immensely. Yesterday’s phone call had been squeezed in during a rare break.
Accompanying Wen Qiansu on a shopping trip was out of the question.
Wen Qiansu spotted a dress she wanted to buy.
Then she saw another dress that would suit Keke perfectly and wanted to buy that too.
Oh dear, she was still using Mr. Huo’s card. Better take it easy, take it easy.
Shu Fei immediately noticed the reluctant look in the young lady’s eyes.
She said:
“Miss, the master said that every item you buy is an act of accumulating virtue and doing good. Think of all the hardworking people who benefit greatly from just one swipe of your card. Buy it.”
Wen Qiansu’s eyes lit up slightly: “Buy!”
Shu Fei bowed sincerely: “The hardworking masses will thank you and Miss Keke.”
Wen Qiansu: “Buy!”
Shu Fei: “They’ll thank the master too.”
“Buy, buy, buy!”
Whew. For the first time, Wen Qiansu felt that buying, buying, buying was such a joyful thing.
Although born into a wealthy and powerful family, she had lived a cautious and restrained life.
Her father would frequently freeze her cards without warning, using it as a warning not to always scheme and bully Sisi.
Although she didn’t know where she had ever bullied Wen Sisi.
It was always Wen Sisi framing and setting her up.
But in the eyes of others, she, Wen Qiansu, was always the villain.
If she hadn’t learned to earn money from a young age, she probably would have starved to death long ago in the Wen family.
Wen Qiansu bought several beautiful outfits in a row.
She bought one for Sister Shu Fei too.
And one for the butler, Pei Bo.
Even the newly hired household helpers got one each.
Today’s quota for accumulating virtue and doing good was almost met.
Shu Fei’s hands trembled as she held the bags: “Buy one for the master too.”
Otherwise, when the head of the household returned and found a pile of gifts with none for him…
Wouldn’t he be so angry he’d send them all off to Africa!
Wen Qiansu smiled, her eyes curving like crescents: “Of course I’ll buy one for Mr. Huo.”
The most important person was saved for last.
Mr. Huo’s attire was clearly high-end, handcrafted custom wear.
There was a haute couture store on the third floor.
She had bought this brand for Lu Xiaoting before as a birthday gift, spending a considerable amount of her own money.
Ugh, just thinking about it still hurt.
The store clerk recognized Miss Wen and hurried over to greet her.
Wen Qiansu didn’t know what style Mr. Huo preferred.
She tilted her head and gave Shu Fei an inquiring look.
Shu Fei: …Oh my, how would she dare to know?
The master’s preferences were always unpredictable, impossible for anyone to figure out. If any subordinate dared to inquire about the master’s likes and dislikes, they wouldn’t value their life!
Shu Fei: “Whatever the young lady buys, the master is sure to like!”
Alright.
Wen Qiansu thought for a moment and selected a tie.
The design was simple, the color clean.
It reminded her of last night—Mr. Huo in white shirt and black trousers, fresh and elegant, the picture of perfection.
This tie would surely suit Mr. Huo very well.
Moreover, this particular model was a grade higher than the one she had bought for Lu Xiaoting back then.
Mr. Huo was far more impressive than Lu Xiaoting, so the tie he wore must also be better than Lu Xiaoting’s!
The shop assistant spoke politely and respectfully, “Alright, Miss Wen, will you be paying with cash or card?”
“Card.”
The assistant, wearing white gloves, took the black card and swiped it, gasping in shock—this was… Mr. Huo’s…?
She didn’t dare breathe too loudly, cautiously glancing at Miss Wen.
She didn’t dare say a word.
She didn’t dare ask anything.
If information about someone of Mr. Huo’s status were leaked from her, would she even be able to keep her job?
But how could Miss Wen have the legendary black card belonging to Mr. Huo?
Ahhh! Curiosity killed the cat—she really wanted to gossip with someone about this!!
At the entrance, a cheerful “Welcome!” rang out as a group of young masters and ladies walked in, laughing and chatting.
“Oh, Wen Qiansu?”
Someone with sharp eyes spotted her.
“Buying another gift for Young Master Lu?”
Ying Zhe, Wen Sisi’s number one fan and loyal lapdog, had often helped Wen Sisi bully Wen Qiansu.
Shu Fei’s gaze sharpened slightly as she stepped forward to shield Wen Qiansu.
But the girl pulled her back, placing herself protectively in front of her.
Shu Fei: ?
Wen Qiansu lifted her chin proudly: When she was out, she couldn’t let her little maid be bullied alongside her.
Her little maid, she would protect herself!
Ying Zhe glanced at Shu Fei’s defensive stance. “Tsk, you can afford a bodyguard now?”
What a show.
“Everyone knows Miss Wen was cheated on last night. What, are you trying to buy gifts to win back your fiancé’s heart?”
The group burst into laughter, blocking Wen Qiansu’s path as they watched the spectacle.
Ying Zhe’s tone was mocking as he leaned in close to the girl, hands in his pockets.
Her fair, delicate face had skin so tender it seemed it could be bruised with a touch. Her dark, moist eyes were as pure and innocent as a fawn’s, and her red lips were soft and glossy.
Ying Zhe hated this pure, alluring look of hers the most—one glance made him want to taint her.
He sneered mockingly, “Would Young Master Lu even look at you? No matter how many gifts you buy, it’s all in vain. A lapdog stays a lapdog, and in the end, you’ll have nothing.”
Shu Fei’s hands itched.
She stepped forward, ready to slap him across the face.
But the girl’s small hand held her back tightly.
Wen Qiansu stared fearlessly at Ying Zhe. “Are you talking about yourself?”
Ying Zhe: “You!”
Wen Qiansu: “You’ve been fawning over Wen Sisi for so many years, and now she’s already checking into a hotel with Lu Xiaoting. Do you want to be the other man?”
“You! Wen Qiansu! Say that again!”
Ying Zhe, struck where it hurt, flew into a rage.
Wen Qiansu turned her head away, refusing to look at him again. “Sister Shu, let’s go. Don’t pay them any mind.”
In a public place, would these spoiled heirs really dare hit her?
Even if they did, she wasn’t afraid.
“Miss Wen, your card.” The shop assistant, not daring to breathe too loudly, hurried over.
“Oh, thank you.”
Wen Qiansu turned to take it.
Ying Zhe, seething with anger, caught a glimpse—a black card?
Where did Wen Qiansu get a black card?
He quickly raised his phone, secretly snapped a photo, and immediately sent it to Wen Sisi.