Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Meeting a Bad Person Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Meeting a Bad Person The entrance to the vegetable market was flanked by numerous stalls, all selling kitchenware and food. But these required capital, and the little money she had was only enough for food; doing business was out of the question.
The so-called self-made success, which talks of starting with little and gradually becoming stronger, never truly happens without spending a single penny to reach the pinnacle of life.
Even if one were to go out to work, they’d still need to prepare a living expense for the first month or two.
Scavenging didn’t require capital, but there was nothing to collect in rural areas, and it was inconvenient in the city, so that option was ruled out.
Around the corner of the vegetable market was another street, filled with clothing and fabric shops. Clothes were spread out on racks lining both sides of the street, some just laid out on an oiled cloth. The girls and young ladies squatting and browsing through the clothes all wore smiles of happiness, none caring about losing face by shopping at roadside stalls.
Fashion has a way of coming full circle. Don’t let the plain and outdated clothes of the countryside fool you, it’s just a matter of circumstances.
The attire in the city was very fashionable, with some styles still being popular even in the twenty-first century.
In her past life, she rarely ever wore new clothes. It was always others who, out of pity, gave her their cast-offs. Mianmian grew up beautiful without ever enjoying a single good day.
Memories of her past life brought a tinge of melancholy to her eyes.
Shen Mianmian was petite, but her features were delicate and beautiful. Anyone with discernment could see that with a few years of proper nourishment, she would grow into a great beauty. Because she was staring at the clothing stalls, it appeared to others that she wanted to buy something but couldn’t afford it.
It wasn’t long before she caught the attention of some unscrupulous individuals.
“Young lady, do you think this clothing looks good? Do you like it?”
The man, looking to be in his forties, was dark and skinny, with sharp, shifty eyes that made it obvious he was up to no good.
He must have noticed her alone and young, and conceived some ill intentions.
Mianmian glanced at him and turned to leave, but the man blocked her path, his lecherous gaze wandering over her body as he flashed a menacing smile, “Do you dress? Just say the word, and uncle will buy it for you.”
Seeing him bar her way, Mianmian grew alert and raised her voice, “Uncle, I don’t know you. Why would I want you to buy me clothes?”
If that man truly made a move, or dared anything bolder, the people around would know that he was a bad guy, not someone who was with her.
Indeed, those passing by and the stall owners started paying attention because of Mianmian’s loud voice.
The man was an old hand at this and was not frightened, his grin deepening, “We didn’t know each other before, but won’t we get acquainted after buying the clothes?”
After he spoke, he reached out to grab Mianmian, “Come, take a look at which one you like, and uncle will buy it for you.”
Mianmian, prepared, stepped back, causing the man’s hand to grab at empty air, “If you keep blocking me, I’ll start screaming about someone being a pervert.”
Her expression cooled, her voice growing louder still. Although she had taken a firm stance, her petite size and young age limited her effectiveness against a man accustomed to such behavior.
“I’m just trying to buy you clothes in goodwill. How does that make me a pervert?” The man’s smile began to freeze, noting the girl’s young age yet high vigilance.
Such a vigilant young lady was not easy to fool, but the man, finding her attractive and alone, decided to persist. If tenderness wouldn’t work, it was time to play rough. Read complete versıon only at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥