But she hadn’t anticipated that once these words left her mouth, the atmosphere in the store would plummet to freezing point!
It was as if heavy, oppressive clouds had suddenly descended, the immense darkness suffocating everyone within, filling the shop with the terrifying sense of an impending storm.
"Are you already so destitute?"
"No, I’m not..." Ye Ning kept backing away, her eyes wide with terror as she looked at the man who was advancing towards her step by step, on the verge of tears.
She didn’t ask him to buy her a dress; she insisted on buying it herself—how was this her fault?
Yet today, Ou Mucen acted uncharacteristically explosive; his raging fury resembled that of a demon climbing out of hell. Hearing that she had actually asked the girl in the white dress to buy clothes, his uncontrollable anger erupted and he suddenly pulled out a stack of banknotes and threw them viciously at her face!
"Is this enough? I can give you more! Have you sunk so low? Isn’t one of me enough for you? Do you really need to beg like a pauper for someone else’s charity? How cheap can you be?"
Every sentence was malicious, every word brutal!
At this moment, after the colorful banknotes were flung at the woman’s face, everyone in the shop was stunned, including the girl in the white dress who instantly covered her mouth, staring at the man in shock.
How could this happen?
Did she say something wrong? Why would he suddenly lose his temper ?
Moreover, the sales clerks were dumbfounded, staring at the man in horror, not daring to make a sound.
But all their reactions paled in comparison to the other protagonist at the center of this storm—Ye Ning!
Shock? Dismay? Disbelief?
No, none of those. From the moment the banknotes hit her face, as she stood there, feeling the sting on her skin, her chest began to heave.
Yes, she was a beggar, she was fallen, but it was not his place to lecture her!
She fixed her gaze on him firmly, unafraid and defiant, her eyes tinged with blood, filled with an icy anger and disappointment that chilled to the bone, along with a deep resentment towards him.
Ou Mucen’s hand paused suddenly, his rage stuck in his throat...
"Cheap? You’re right, I am cheap. I’m shameless and degraded. President Ou, I suggest you fire me soon, to save your company’s reputation."
"Shut up! If you don’t speak, no one will take you for a mute!"
Ye Ning glared fiercely at the woman, brushed off the banknotes that didn’t fall from her clothes, lifted her head, and with one last cold glance at the man in front of her, turned and left decisively, standing tall.
Yes, she was cheap. If she weren’t cheap, she wouldn’t have come back to intervene in a plan about to succeed, risking her life.
If she weren’t cheap, she wouldn’t keep softening her heart time and again despite knowing her purpose for being here, deceiving herself with excuses that the timing was not right.
Ye Ning, how can you be so cheap?
She swiftly got into a taxi she had hailed, and once seated in the back, she couldn’t hold back anymore. Finally, the tears began to fall, and with a "pop", they dropped, only to be stubbornly wiped away...