"This one looks great. You’re tall and slender, so you’ll definitely pull it off."
Gao Yuyue rummaged around and finally settled on a blue shirt dress paired with a red belt—stylish yet oozing sophistication.
Shen You’an stood there without moving.
Gao Yuyue shoved her into the fitting room, stuffed the dress into her arms, and threatened fiercely, "You have to put it on now."
She then slammed the door shut and stood guard outside to prevent Shen You’an from sneaking away.
Shen You’an casually glanced at the price tag.
Well, the young miss sure lives up to her title.
Two minutes later, the fitting room door opened from the inside.
Gao Yuyue initially turned her head casually, but the moment she laid eyes on her, her own popped wide open.
First to enter her sight was a pair of impossibly stunning long legs—white, straight, and like they were plucked right out of a comic book.
The hem of the skirt stopped two-thirds up her thighs, and the asymmetrical design at the lower edge accentuated her proportions further. The icy blue shade seemed as fluid as water, highlighting her porcelain-like complexion even more. The lights hit her, and one’s eyes felt blinded.
The red belt cinched her slim waist that seemed barely enough to hold, the combination of red clashing with blue strikingly contradictory yet miraculously harmonious, making her look utterly refreshing.
The neckline opened slightly, revealing an elegant collarbone that added an unspoken touch of sensuality.
Above the collarbone was her long and graceful neck, with its flowing and exquisite lines—a stunning tribute to the creator’s artistry.
The crisp lines of her shoulders and neck were perfection, her arms slender and her wrists delicate. Even without looking at her face, her body rivaled that of an international supermodel.
What’s more, Gao Yuyue suddenly noticed that while Shen You’an’s limbs were slim and long, they didn’t appear frail. Her movements hinted at an understated strength lying ready beneath the surface.
Overall, it was a beauty that was healthy, youthful, and vibrant.
The uniforms at Lanya High School were well-designed and flattering, but everyone wore the same thing daily, which led to aesthetic fatigue. Moreover, with the immense pressure of studies, few students had the time or mental space to think about unrelated things.
Now that she saw Shen You’an in high fashion for the first time, the effect was breathtaking.
"Shen You’an, you’re really the perfect clothes hanger," Gao Yuyue remarked, her tone tinged with jealousy.
She walked up to Shen You’an, her height falling nearly a full head shorter.
Shen You’an smiled lightly, "Do you think I can afford it?"
"You don’t need to pay; I’ll gift it to you, okay?"
Gao Yuyue pulled a card out of her wallet and handed it to the waiting shop assistant.
"This is the one. Ring it up."
But before she could, another hand beat her to it, handing over a card.
The shop assistant froze, momentarily unsure who to listen to.
Gao Yuyue planted her hands on her hips. "Shen You’an, don’t go pretending to be rich now. If I say I’m gifting it to you, then I’m gifting it. Do you look down on me or something?"
Shen You’an pressed her card into the shop assistant’s hand and looked at Gao Yuyue flatly, "It’s not like I can’t afford a dress."
Gao Yuyue choked for a moment before storming off in a huff to sit down nearby.
"Fine, go ahead and buy it. Let’s see if the card works."
The shop assistant took the card with both hands and went to the counter for payment. When running it through the POS machine, they suddenly noticed the massive logo on the back and a line of tiny printed English letters in the corner.
They whispered to a colleague, "I’ve never seen this kind of black card before. Isn’t this logo Tianlu Bank’s? It looks a bit familiar."
The colleague sneered, glancing at Shen You’an sitting not far away. "How could that be? Do you know what kind of elite you’d have to be to own Tianlu Bank’s black card? Whether the card has money in it is another story—probably just another poser trying to act rich."
Working in a luxury boutique shop, they had seen their fair share of rich customers. Some wealthy clients used Tianlu Bank cards, but those were invitation-only credit cards with various limits, including unlimited ones. However, they had never come across the elusive black card, rumored to be limited to just ten issued globally with no spending cap.
Someone who could actually use Tianlu Bank’s black card—how could it possibly be this teenage girl standing before their eyes?
The machine beeped with a successful transaction message, and the two exchanged looks.
One of them pursed their lips. "Kids these days love posturing. Must be a replica or something."
The other picked up the thermally printed receipt from the machine before their eyes widened suddenly.
The receipt displayed the bank name—Tianlu Bank.
The counter was gently tapped, making them jump to attention.
The girl spoke softly, "Is it done?"
Looking again at the girl, the two suddenly felt her radiate an aura of affluence and dared no longer take her lightly. They immediately handed over the pen with both hands, bowing slightly in reverence.