Since she was already out, she might as well take a stroll through the nearby mall.
After parking the shared electric scooter, Song Jinhe stood in front of the mall entrance, gave it a once-over, and nodded.
There was no difference from the malls in the real world—the exterior was just as luxurious.
Stepping inside and entering the mall lobby, a mix of fragrances drifted into her nose.
And the shops right in front of her were none other than the famous brands mentioned online—Bvlgari, Lancôme, Chanel, Hermès, and others.
Song Jinhe froze. The mall she was browsing seemed different from the ones she usually visited.
She had never seen these stores all located on the first floor before.
The air in high-end malls was always saturated with the scent of money.
Since she was here, she might as well take a look.
Song Jinhe chose one of the shops that seemed relatively busy and walked in. As soon as she entered, a sales assistant approached her enthusiastically.
“Which product are you looking for?” The salesgirl stood nearby, a smile on her face.
Song Jinhe smiled back and said, “I’m just browsing.”
With that, she walked over to the counter and looked at the perfumes and cosmetics displayed there.
She picked up a perfume in a white bottle and brought it close to her nose. A fresh, pleasant fragrance rushed straight to her senses—it smelled wonderful.
Song Jinhe sniffed every perfume on display but ultimately returned her gaze to the one she had picked up first.
She liked this one.
But the price…
2,800. It didn’t seem too bad.
Yet, her heart still ached. Even with a hefty sum of 100,000 yuan, she couldn’t bring herself to spend 2,800 on this perfume.
Being rich was so painful.
The sales assistant, who had been watching her closely, noticed her hesitation. She walked over, picked up the perfume, and said with a smile, “If you really like it, you can spritz some on yourself.”
Just as Song Jinhe was about to agree, a man’s voice sounded beside her.
“Since Mrs. Xi can’t afford it, why even come into this store?”
Hearing the voice, Song Jinhe looked up and saw a man in a black suit standing nearby.
He was very handsome, with his hands in his pockets, exuding a lazy aura.
But this man’s words were venomous.
“Every single item in this store is beyond the reach of a pauper like you.”
As he spoke, his eyes swept over Song Jinhe from head to toe before he sneered and asked, “Does Xi Leyao dress you in such rags?”
“Your entire outfit isn’t even worth one of my cufflinks.”
“The once dazzling Miss Song has truly fallen from grace.”
His words were particularly harsh, and Song Jinhe felt her fists clench.
Who said she couldn’t afford it? She had 100,000 yuan in her account!
Before the man could say anything else, Song Jinhe glared at him and retorted.
“Lu Xing, are you insane?”
“Whether I can afford it or not is none of your business, and what I wear is none of your concern either.”
Seeing her reaction, Lu Xing chuckled, took a step forward, and stared intently at her with a smirk. “Why don’t you divorce Xi Leyao?”
“As long as you divorce him and become my mistress, you can have anything you want.”
Song Jinhe: …
The sales assistant watching the drama unfold: …
Asking a married woman to divorce and become his mistress? How outrageous!
Xi Leyao, who had just arrived to deliver takeout and stumbled upon this scene, darkened his expression.
He strode over and grabbed Song Jinhe’s hand, pulling her behind him while using his own body to block the other man’s hostile gaze.
“Mr. Lu, Song Jinhe is my wife. Are you trying to seduce her into having an affair?” Xi Leyao looked at the other man and questioned him coldly.
Seeing Xi Leyao suddenly standing in front of her, Song Jinhe was stunned. When had this man come out?
Lu Xing looked at him, his handsome face full of disdain and mockery. “The rising star of yesteryear has become a food delivery guy. People really shouldn’t fantasize about defying fate. If you’re born poor, you’ll never change that in your lifetime.”
“Xi Leyao, you’d better just be a good delivery boy. As for your wife…” Lu Xing said, his gaze falling on Song Jinhe behind him, the corner of his lips curling slightly. “Don’t make her suffer with you.”
“After all, she lived a wealthy life for over twenty years. She’s only been with you for two years, and you went bankrupt. Now she has to endure hardship with you, even hesitating to buy a bottle of perfume worth a few thousand yuan.”
“No one else could be as pathetic a man as you.”
Hearing these words, Xi Leyao’s heart trembled. He could endure a hard life, but Song Jinhe couldn’t.
Her life before had been so good. Even if she had displeased the Song family, as long as she was willing to humble herself and go back to appease her parents, Song Jinhe’s life wouldn’t be too bad.
But now, Song Jinhe was with him, not only living in a small, dirty, and messy rented room but also downgrading her consumption.
She didn’t dare buy a bottle of perfume. Even her once well-maintained hands had become somewhat rough, and her waterfall-like hair had started to become frizzy without the care of essential oils.
No matter how hard he worked to earn money, he still couldn’t give Song Jinhe a better life.
At this moment, Xi Leyao couldn’t help but resent He Zhengyuan.
Amid the silence, Song Jinhe stepped forward.
She looked at Lu Xing, tears slowly welling up in her eyes, looking as if she had been bullied.
Song Jinhe’s voice was soft and gentle, her words carrying no bite at all. “Lu Xing, you’re really too hateful.”
“This is a matter between us as husband and wife. What does it have to do with you?”
“Whether Xi Leyao treats me well or not, I have my own judgment. You’re the worst for trying to make me your mistress.” She was wearing a white dress today, her jet-black hair cascading down her back. Staring at Lu Xing with her big, round eyes, her words held no threat at all.
This version of Song Jinhe instantly captured the attention of both men.
Xi Leyao clenched his fists tightly, lowering his head with a shadowed expression. No one knew what his face looked like at that moment.
As for Lu Xing, seeing her like this, even his sharp tongue couldn’t utter another word.
“Let’s go. Let’s ignore him.” Song Jinhe sniffled, then grabbed Xi Leyao’s hand and walked out of the store.
“Didn’t you want that bottle of perfume? I’ll buy it for you,” Lu Xing hurriedly shouted at her retreating figure.
After shouting, he glanced coldly at the watching sales assistant and said, “Hurry up and wrap it up for me.”
“Right away, right away.” The sales assistant immediately ran to the storeroom, fetched an unopened bottle of perfume, and carefully packaged it, even slipping in some samples.
Lu Xing tossed his card over, quickly swiped it, then grabbed the bag and rushed out after them.
“Song Jinhe, your perfume.”
Song Jinhe, who hadn’t gone far, heard his words and struggled internally—should she take it or not?
While she was hesitating, Lu Xing had already caught up and directly stuffed the bag into her hand.
“Take it. If he won’t buy it for you, I’ll buy it for you,” Lu Xing said with a smile, his gaze toward Xi Leyao filled with provocation.